Manny Spare Parts
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It began in March 2088 with a job interview at Xenotrax, a pharmaceutical
giant who had made a huge splash in the twenties with significant
advances in molecular technology for medical use, they gave hospitals
machines that can run scans and strip people of cancer in a single
afternoon, their magic machines can heal tissue damage and keep blood
levels consistent eliminating anaemia. They have treated a variety of
maladies for billions worldwide.
I took the invitation to attend a jobs fair at headquarters, I allowed
them to do a full physio which included a detailed body scan, there was a
request for blood for reference and study. I applied for warehouse
assistant and was asked by a woman to wait the lobby for a interview
after watching a company holovid about Xenotrax technological
contributions and free medical care to nations across the globe it also
highlighted working with other companies on maintaining the environment.
After the presentation I was the only person who attended it in the lobby
and felt out of place as everyone was in formal office clothes, it's not
my scene but I got a glimpse of what is referred to as silver society, in
the distant past after some plague in the fourteenth century they rose
and were known as the middle class until some international reformations
years ago before I was born.
I noticed a woman kept walking between offices, often glancing toward my
spot with a big smile. I was no looker but she had her eye on me for some
reason, then she approached, it turned out she was the person who's duty
it was to interview me.
Her name is Annette she is in her mid twenties, she wore a red dress,
she had long blond hair and some would have thought she was about to go
on a date, she was dressed very informally. I mean people only dress this
way for special occasions, in retrospect she was set for one, one I
hadn't known about until much later.
She led me to a lift, we journeyed to the fortieth floor, she talked
casual a lot to get me to relax, we had a short walk to a meeting room
from the lift where we sat for ten minutes and talked more about the
company. Her older sister Deborah arrived she looked more professional
being dressed in a business suit. She was a red head but tied it back
with a scrunchy. I knew Deborah was going to be the bad cop in this
interview from her formal handshake and straightforward introduction.
Annette and Deborah asked many questions about my work and life
experiences, then they quizzed me about my family life, social life and
my interests. I told them everything about being an only child, my
parents died yeas ago. I noticed Annette jotted it all down which is odd
but perhaps they were a company concerned about me, that the job may
prevent my personal growth I reassured both I wanted the job a it was
suitable.
When the interview was over both seemed happy with the answers, Annette
went for a hug, Debbie shook my hand, she said a higher up would be along
shortly to meet me, they left me in the meeting room all alone.
Time seemed to drag on, the sun set outside but the room was getting
warmer, eventually I was sweltering through the heat so left to inform
someone and bumped into Deborah she got me some bottled water and said I
had to stay in the room for security reasons.
In no time it was like a sauna, I was parched so took sips of the water
and not two minutes after that Annette and Deborah came back, I stood to
greet them but I felt ill and drowsy just by standing up, they helped me
sit down and talked about changes in life, one of the last things I heard
before blacking out was that I would be happy.
23rd March 2088, Tuesday.
I was lying on a soft mattress wrapped in a quilt but in total darkness.
My mind was in turmoil through remembering two things: I remembered being
the only son of a elderly couple that I miss every day, and also had
memories of being a woman researcher, the oldest daughter of Xenotrax
founder, Annette and Deborah are my sisters, both with high positions in
the company. On pushing the quilt off, the wall lights activated
illuminating a rather spartan room.
I was taken by surprise from the new sensations all over my body, visibly
I wore a womans nightie my hands were now small and feminine, my nails
were longer then I allow them to be and my face was smooth and soft to
the touch.
I sat up and felt hair touch my shoulders, there was a new weight on my
chest: breasts, I extended the hair before my eyes noting my long
sightedness had been corrected, saw my arms and legs were hairless.
I got out of bed and balanced myself and was startled from what turned
out to be my reflection, now a woman, one I knew from the memories as
Francine, they were her memories and by appearances I was in her body.
When Annie came into the room I was relieved and smiled, she reciprocated
and I ceased because she might have a hand in what happened to me, I did
collapse in front of her and her sister after all.
"Frannie? Are you okay?" she asked as she closed the door behind her,
there was no fear, no reluctance in her, physically I was her sister
after all. I was confused by the changes and really upset so spilled my
guts to her.
Suddenly Debbie barged in telling Annie to get out but finding me up and
about took her my surprise.
Annette shed a few tears as she told Debbie everything I said about the
memories. I wanted to hug her but settled on holding the poor girls hand.
"There's obviously been a error, as Manuels memories were meant to be
erased," Debbie explained.
"We totally altered your physiology because you were the perfect
candidate, a genetic match with sufficient mass. I'll get to work on
eliminating Manuel," she said coldly before leaving, Annette expected me
to react and later asked why I didn't. I didn't because there's still
plenty of time to talk sense into them.
I spent the next few days in Francines home noting the sea view to be
very different suggesting we had moved. More of Manuel and Francine's
knowledge and experiences came back to me, Annette explained Frannie had
been killed in a fire and they wanted her back so badly they went with
this risky procedure. She knew from her speciality that a genetic
duplication of Francine is out of the question given current technology
so they went with Deborah's nano reconstruction on a living host and
apparently I had unique genetics that would allow me to survive the
procedure.
In doors I mostly stuck to formal office attire: a white blouse, black
waistcoat and comfy pants (more so thanks to the lack of Manny's ding
dong) and didn't touch a dress until Saturday night when we shared a
bottle of wine, I wore Francines blue dress and was given a few tips on
how to sit in it by the sisters. I would have to get used to high heels
all over again but flip flops and shoes were good enough for my evening
walks with Annie.
There was a small part of me that wanted this forced gender swap to
happen but my plan was to get them to accept their sisters demise and
change me back, Frannie has a knowhow for nanotech so maybe one day I
could reverse it without the girls help.
28th March 2088 Sunday Evening
In the living room I sat between Annette and Deborah as they made attempt
to change me with mere words, they were petty enough to place a mirror on
the coffee table, all that's reflected are my eyes in that woman's shape.
I autonomously smiled like Fran had every morning for every day and
immediately looked away hopeful this session would purge these remnants
of her personality.
"Frannie?" Annie asked.
"Your sister is dead Annette," I responded.
Annette squeezed my hand, I was sincerely hurting saying it but it's
true, Francine is a collection of memories and knowledge, she had her
shot in life and was burned to a crisp, they would have to accept that
and make me whole again.
"Lets try a little exercise," said Debbie.
I instinctively sat back rested comfortably and closed my eyes, it's what
Fran had done on numerous occasions with them, there was nothing more
from them but silence, a small blessing given the trying week I had with
them. Annette loosened her grip on my hand, for a second I squeezed
forgetting myself. I hated this situation, their despair was like being
kicked in the gut each and every day I'm trying to be Manuel but their
acting like I'm their sister.
Debbie began: "Remember Lake Windermere."
I sure did, I was a cub scout camping there for a weekend on the first
night we lads talked about films and shows we watched on television there
was some old sci fi called Star Trek that was all the rage back then.
My memory was being there as a girl with my sisters, Annie was on the
shore building a mud castle, myself and Debbie swam in the water near a
dock.
Mannys weekend progressed, he participated in a wide game called Colditz
on a chilly night, half his team had been caught and he was up a tree
watching the 'sentries' and plotting to run through the 'prison' to free
them.
Fran was with her father on his Catamaran watching Annette and Deborah
enjoying pastries and a natter with mum on a beach. I wanted to slap
myself because that woman is not my mum regardless of what bond has been
imposed by these memories.
I was Manny again, swimming to a island to join other lads who
deliberately broadcast jokes about me being a monster, someone threw in a
nasty comment about my weight spoiling it, the unpleasantness and cursing
from there lead to a terrible afternoon and divisions among the lads for
the remainder of the trip.
"I was there," I told Debbie, "so were you and your sisters," just to
give her a clue she had widened the gap.
"8th July," Debbie said.
It was that day I came home from hospital with my Melanie, she had been
good as gold the whole time and slept through the journey. My nephew
Jake, Debbies kid, was eager to meet her so I introduced her to him in
the living room while Annie made Sandwiches. My thoughts now were of
Melanie and Jake at Debbie's place with a baby sitter Lucy. I shook
myself out of it, Melanie is not mine, she's a orphan.
But she doesn't have to be.
"London."
The three of us went straight to mums office from school and were drawing
animals, Annie drew a rude body part causing us to laugh drawing the
attention of mums receptionist, we all panicked but she also got a laugh
from it, she joined in with our drawing session and got some orange
juice.
The night continued and in time I came to the realisation Francine has
much for to live for then that shit on the sidewlk Manuel. What Debbie
did to him was unacceptable, she used him like raw material, part of me
was fuming but Annie needs her sister, Melanie needs her mother and Jake
is probably wondering why Aunty Frannie hasn't been over in a while.
Nobody knows I'm dead they think I am doing serious and isolated
research.
At the end of the exercise I opened my eyes and gazed in the mirror at
the new me, Frannie with olive green eyes, thinking over the breakthrough
we had made today, I hugged Annie and reassured her I would get better
and it would take a while to forgive Debbie for this but I can't hate my
own sister.
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