[ WP ] You are hooked up to the machine . You are the test subject , the first person to have their conciousness uploaded . They flick the switch ...

Dannie gives his signature smile as he winks at one of the young female scientists nearby. She blushes and giggles as she covers her face with her clipboard. He relaxes his head onto the flat pillow and looks up at the florescent lights. If it were up to him, he would fix his hair away from his face but the belts restraining his arms, legs, and waist prevented him from making any movements. 
 
 One would think that the first mind uploaded would be that of a genius or a hero that was dying not a criminal who was deemed to be a sociopath. Dannie ’ s stomach contorts as the scientists begin to stick heart monitors and IVs into him. He hadn ’ t allowed people to touch him for as long as he could remember. The last time he felt so violated was when he was incarcerated in the mental health unit. He twitches trying to snap out of his memories. He wasn ’ t about to go into a fit, especially in front of all of them. 
 
 “ Hi Dan, How ’ re you doing? ” a familiar southern accent asks in a friendly tone. 
 
 Dannie turns his head with a small smile, “ Little bored, I ’ m trying to keep busy by thinking of all the ways I could murder but this room is surprisingly bland. ” 
 
 The southern middle aged man chuckles, “ Oh Dan, ” He turns to a scientist who looks particularly appalled by Dannie ’ s revelation, “ He ’ s just kidding with you. He ’ s sick not lethal. ” 
 
 The scientist looks at Dannie for a moment; this one had tied back brown hair and wore goggles. However, her blue eyes could still be distinguished through the safety medium. Dannie sighs annoyed at his friend ’ s patronizing tone; the man almost made it sound as if he were normal, Dannie knew for a fact that he was incurable and had been determined to prove it to anyone who challenged it. 
 
 Pictures of Dannie ’ s parents flash through his mind; they thought he was curable too. They promised to fix him until they grew tired. Then they left him locked up until he was eighteen. As the years passed and the medicines grew, he had an epiphany. He wasn ’ t the one who was messed up who needed to be fixed. The world was broken and needed repair. Dannie didn ’ t help it of course and sure those car accidents weren ’ t really accidents but there was so much more wrong than just the things within him. 
 
 Dannie looks at the southern doctor who had been treating him for years. He was nice, he wasn ’ t capable of truly curing him but even Dannie didn ’ t blame him for that. The doctor gives a warm smile and Dannie feels an ounce of vulnerability, he knew that his files would be public record as soon as he was uploaded but he still felt nervous. 
 
 “ What are you feeling Dannie? ” The doctor asks in a low tone near his head. 
 
 Dannie shrugs hating the invasion of personal space but at the same time feeling comforted as if a parent were present to help him feel safe, “ I want to leave. ” He whispers. 
 
 The doctor nods sadly, “ I know, this is a bit much for you. Don ’ t worry though, we are going to upload you and sift out all the things that are making you sick. Then you ’ ll be okay, right? ” 
 
 Dannie nods and the doctor places thick headphones on his ears. He could still hear but it was severely muffled. He watches as people shuffle around him watching the monitors and begin powering up the large white machine. It was a surprisingly calm atmosphere and he felt no difference, then all at once it felt as if the life were being sucked out of him similar to a vacuum through his head. It was less painful than electroshock but terrifying as he relived memories which blasted through his head. Then everything went black. 
 
 He could hear his heart beat but that was all. He felt weaker than ever before in his entire life and struggled to open his eyelids. He surrenders falling into a deep sleep. 
 
 A few hours later, doctors rush around Dannie ’ s body to observe all the monitors. The machine powers to life again and Dannie ’ s heart rate begins to jump. His eyes burst open and he looks around the room. As soon as his eyes meet Dr. McArthur ’ s he relaxes with a small smile. His heart rate steadies to a normal pace and he is administered some medicine to ensure no heart attacks, strokes, or seizures. Dr. McArthur leans at his side. 
 
 “ What are you feeling Dannie? ” He asks in a quiet tone obviously not trying to startle him. 
 
 Dannie blinks trying to find words and smiles, “ like a new man. ” 
 
 He looks up to the ceiling noticing how close all of the medical personnel were to him but for once, not really caring. He remembers the first time that he attempted suicide and how when the noose pulled tight how all his problems seemed so menial. He actually thought he cured himself until the voices came back. He looks at the multiple doctors monitoring his livelihood and takes a deep breath. The anxiety, the voices, the obtrusive thoughts, they were all gone. He looks at his reflection in a decorative mirror that stretches across the wall, Who was left now? 

