“I’ll install the tiniest of all microchips, into your brain and it will access all of your neural processes and data feed-backs.  Then, if you die, the chip acts like a trigger and transfers what is, essentially your soul and memories over to the genome.  It will feel like you’re you but with a lot of extra abilities.”

   “What kind of abilities,” he asked.

   “It’s better for you to experience them for yourself, sir,” the doctor explained.

   “What is your name, doctor?”

   The doctor stopped moving for a second and stared at Oates, wide-eyed.  He locked a terrible gaze...

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