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A New Life

White. That was the last thing Ellen remembered. A loud explosion and then infinite white. She groaned, her eyes fluttering open. She immediately regretted it, squeezing her eyes shut at the bright lights in the room. 

She opened one eye cautiously for just long enough to figure out she was in a hospital. She closed her eyes again, bringing her hand up to rub her aching forehead when she noticed something… off.

Her hend didn’t feel the same… Not against her forhead. The texture was different. Maybe she had a bandage on but… No. That didn’t feel like fabric. She opened her eyes again and looked at her hand, seeing an android appendage instead of her own hand. 

Ellen took a second, processing what she’d seen. Then she screamed.