Ones and Twos Ch. 12
His alarm clock beeped, but Morty was already awake. It was early, but he couldn’t get his mind off of it. He hadn’t seen Patty in two days and he was wondering if he’d really seen that fair angel lying there at all or had it just been a dream. He would find out soon enough. Today was the day. He got up and got dressed. He felt strong and ready to face anything. The past few weeks had been rough on his body but he’d been able to get passed it and reform some of the muscle he’d lost in his old age; something he wouldn’t have thought possible a month ago.
It’s funny, he thought. I’ve worked so hard to get this body back into shape only to throw it away for another one. Replacing old tools I suppose. That’s all this body is: a tool to represent myself in this world. But what of these incorporeal senses of love and intimacy? How am I supposed to express those with this outdated equipment? Life is so much more then survival; so much more then the keeping up of this tool. That’s what I’ve learned in this first life. That’s what I’ll keep in mind in the second.
He walked into the all white room with his surgical gown on. Dr. Spicer was waiting there for him. “Are you ready?”
“Been waiting my whole life for this.”
“Alright then, let’s get started.”
“Where’s the clone?”
“It’s in the other room. We recommend that you don’t see it before the transfer simply because it’s important that you view your new body as yours and not as some product which you overtook.”
Morty looked at the door across from him and imagined the lifeless body laying on the stretcher. He nodded and sat down in the covered chair. His heart was fluttering and the operating room was cold. They covered him with a tarp that had a hole in the middle for his head. Then they swung up a head stand which kept his head in place while sitting up right. It wasn’t too comfortable.
“Now just relax, Morty. I’m going to put this mask over you.”
Morty could hear the gas rushing through the mask and into his lungs. The chemicals in it would enter his bloodstream and cause his brain to lose consciousness.
“I want you to count backwards from 10, okay?”
Morty nodded. “Ten” Slight pause. “Nine” Another pause. “Eight” Longer pause. “Sev…Si” And then nothing.