A famous musician is teaching a class. You scream as you fall down the stairs. The children are crying now.
You awake as a hamburger. As you try to speak, special sauce flies from your lips.
You awake in an infirmary. You ask for a hamburger. They decline. "You fell down in the hall. According to a student, you just stood there, your hands on your ears, like you heard something. Then, you just fell. You had recently come from a flight of stairs, and you toppled backwards."
A doctor is speaking to you. His mouth moves, but you hear only wet metal.
He honks and speaks clearly this time. The children are crying now. "To save your brain, we had to use experimental technology."
"Gqzw'gtk ilg'p'y hjknmi?" You ask a question.
"Yes. We did surgery, and now your body can interface with GeneScrolls, GenePens and GeneBanks. Add things as you like, we had to install a neurological process stimulator to let your brain function again."
You had heard of these GeneTools, as they were collectively known. GeneScrolls were packages containing genetic information, GenePens were used to write them, and GeneBanks stored scrolls to exchange with the ones installed. Your mind races with possibilities. You look at the doctor's face, and he is pleading with you.
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