[ WP ] Jaden Smith wakes ups one morning to find that he himself is not real .

“ Uhhhh, what happened ”, Jaden asked with his voice rasping. The last thing he remembered was lying down to get sleep and dreaming about the screaming crowds of fan girls he ’ d be entertaining the next day. Aches cropped up from his head to his toes in all of his joints as he began to stir. The ringing in his ears was no longer a haze in the dream, but a side effect of his unconscious transportation. 
 
 The world slowly spun into focus and he jolted his body. The arm restraints chaffed his skin and his pajama pants rustled against the smooth metal table beneath him. The cool metal at his back and the air on his chest let him know his shirt had been removed. He was in some sort of laboratory with a vast array of assorted wood carving tools lining the tray beside him. 
 
 “ Ah, you ’ re awake Doll 32-A ”, came the familiar voice of Jaden ’ s father, Will Smith. 
 
 “ Dad? What did you call me ”, Jaden strained as he struggled against his bindings. He yelped at the feeling of his raw skin twisting inside the merciless metal bindings. He coughed as his breath caught in his chest, “ I ’ ll miss the concert! ” 
 
 “ You need to, Doll 32-A. You are… malfunctioning. Your crafter and I decided we need to move you into a plastic body like your ‘ sister ’ Doll. It ’ s much less… rigid ”, Will explained as he moved into view casting his broad shadow over his son ’ s twisting body. 
 
 “ No, dad, you ’ ve lost your mind! I ’ m not a doll. It ’ s me, Jaden ”, the teen boy whined as his face contorted in horror to see the strange flat tool his father was holding. His scream soon filling the air as he felt the tool press into his chest, but there was no pain. The tool simply exposed the seamless lines that intersected the young man ’ s chest. 
 
 “ Ah, I wish you would have been such a good actor on After Earth ”, Will sighed as he peeled open the wooden latch that held shut Jaden ’ s chest. Prying it apart he laid his eyes upon the glowing orb that contained Jaden ’ s personality matrix, “ I think… we ’ ll edit your persona just a bit. Don ’ t worry. This won ’ t hurt and you ’ ll wake up much more… ‘ realistic ’. ” 
 
 “ Dad, no! I am real ”, Jaden screamed as he felt Will ’ s hands close around the orb that contained his personality. All his memories, his thoughts, and experiences imprinted on a re-writable sphere of information. As the warmth left his exquisitely carved wooden body he sighed with despair, “ But – I was…. the coolest of the coolest… ” 
 
 “ He takes after me that way. Perhaps I won ’ t edit him too much ”, Will sighed and turned the sphere in his hand. Jaden ’ s new body was waiting for its ‘ data ’. ‘ Perhaps ’, thought will, ‘ this change will be an improvement. ’
