“Welcome back to the land of the living, brother.”
28 sat up and looked at each of his hands. “Fingers,” he whispered as he wiggled them and closed them into fists. “I never thought… I’ve been in Hell all these centuries–paralyzed, unable to move. My nose once itched for sixty years! But now… what’s this? How…”
“Baby steps,” said 50. “It’s going to take you a few minutes to adjust to the transference, but you’ll understand shortly.”
28 stared at him, squinting his eyes. “You’re… me?”
“I’m Kryuss the Fiftieth. Yeah, it’s been awhile.”
28 shook his head. “Dude,” he breathed.
“I know, right? Wild shit. So anyway, here’s the deal: you’ve been stuck in a tree for like, a thousand years and I recruited the lovely Doctor Zan here to assist me in getting you out of there and into this shiny new robot body.”
“I’m a machine?” He…
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