A handsome, middle-aged man.

As the figure comes down, the pajama-clad legs with the black furry slippers turn out to be part of a half-awake man. If I was a woman or nymphomaniacal girl, I would be ever so attractive to his body and stature. Coming to the bottom of the stairs, the man dons a long lab coat from the coat hanger and puts on his glasses which he takes out of his coat pocket. It seems due to the business running low and the lack of customer needing his services, the man has been sleeping all this time.

"Can I help you?" he asks now fixing the collar of his lab coat. He stands about the same height as me but his eyes seem dreary due to the oversleeping.

"Yea, are you the doctor here that specializes in this business?" I ask with sincere concern.

"Yea, this is my shop. Oh you want to change into something better?" he asks.

"Well, I heard that you helped some people change their identities and that stuff."

"Yes, I do that kind of business. How about this? How about we go to my office and we can sort this out."

"Sure, okay," I assure him.

He leads me to the left of the desk which goes down this long hallway. On the left of the hallway are about a dozen posters dating back 5 years ago. The erosion of the paper has started to show and one is actually peeling off the corkboard. On the right side of the hallway are doors to rooms unknown to me. The man leads me to the end of the hallway and to the door to the right. His office is already lit but only by a small lamp on the desk.

"Have a seat, sir," he says as he takes a seat himself. I take a seat directly in front of the man's desk and right in my face is the man's name on a placard. His name is G. Kann. "And you can call me Greg. G doesn't work for some reason. So tell me, why do you want to change your identity? Are you unsatisfied with your look?"

"My look? No I am more than satisfied," I try to be honest, but his bluntness with his questions catch me off guard.

"So, why are you here in the first place?"

So I tell him about my predicament with the Khans and that I was a witness to their crime. Also, I tell him about the payment I'm supposed to pay in a week with Moon credits that I don't have. Unusually, the man laughs once I say Moon credits, but I dare not try to ask why he laughs.

"Okay, I believe you. So would you want a partial procedure or the full package?" he asks.

"Excuse me?" I ask, confused.

"Let's take a walk to my lab shall we?" he offers, after a minute pause.

I nod in assurance to his offer and he gets up and leads me out of his office. He doesn't goes very far down the hallway, coming to a stop at a metal door. This door may well be an elevator. Through his pocket, his hand reaches and gets a black keycard. He runs it past a black sensor to the left of the door, opening it in the process. After the sliding doors come to a stop at either side of the elevator threshold, lights on the ceiling of the elevator, which seems like it could only fit two people, turn on.

We enter and Greg runs past the keycard over another sensor, closing the doors and making the elevator sink deeper into the shaft. Seconds later we arrive at the basement of the building. The doors automatically open and a vast laboratory is seen. The lab is really large in comparison to Greg's lobby and office combined. The walls reflect the white light shining from hanging fixture from the ceiling. Numerous cupboard, some with a pane of glass showing their contents, line the walls from the entrance to the end of the lab.

Greg leads me to the end of the lab where it forks into two labs. To the left has a cylindrical shape to it. Capsule-like modules line the curved walls and two operating tables sit in the middle, one next to the other. A pair of what looks like headgear hang over each bed and connect to a central node embedded in the ceiling.

To the right is where Greg leads me. A podium with numerous monitor reading unreadable text and numbers sit at the entrance on this lab. Right across from it stands a vertical rectangular screen. Greg leads me behind it and tells me to stay there until he turns on the machine. Greg walks to the podium across from the screen puts the machine into operation. A sound of a projector is heard and rays from three lights, one red, one blue, and one green shine on a fixed point aimed at the screen. To my surprise I see myself as if the screen is a mirror.

"Can you see yourself?" Greg asks in a rather loud, almost shouting voice.

His echoed question reaches behind the screen and I answer, "Yes. Yes I can."

"I can see as well. Now I'm going to fiddle with the controls here and I want to give any suggestions to the changes I'm going to make," he tells me.

I wait eagerly for the technician behind the screen to start. I can hear a few flips of switches and the turning of knobs and the three lights in the front of podium rotate in such a way similar to that of a slideshow. The next picture I see is of myself, but with some distinct difference. Instead of seeing my thin athletic stature, I see my body as that of a professional competitive bodybuilder. The lack of clothing on my body emphasizes the isolated and grouped mounds of muscled flesh. The shiny sweatiness also gives my body an admired feel and look.

"So what do you think?" he asks me regarding my interest in the body shown on the screen.

"Hmm, do you have something that can change my face around?" I ask and the doctor is reassured and flips more switches and turns more dials and knobs. The next look I see is that of my regular self but with a weird-looking, hideous face in replace of my face. In my opinion, my bleached hair definitely emphasizes the dread and the grunginess of the face and the long pointed nose. I ask the doctor one more time, "Isn't there anything else?"

"Sorry, but these two are my specialties, and unfortunately, these are the only things I can do with my experience and skills. You see, I'm understaffed of people skilled enough to perform procedures more technical and complicated like this. I probably shouldn't ask you if you want a complete package or a mind-transplant--" I interrupt his hopeless chatter.

"Did you just say mind-transplant, like putting my mind in someone else's body?" I ask in a rather eager tone.

"Well I have some skills in but I can't guarantee that it would work," he doubtingly answers.

"How about you show me what you have and I'll decide for myself," I bribe him, poking for a solution.

"Well okay then. Follow me," he says and leaves the podium, with me walking behind him as I leave from behind the screen. He lead me across to the cylindrical chamber with the capsules lining the curved walls. "I do have one subject worth the procedure, but I don't think you would be interested."

"Anything other than this body is worth checking out," I reply in a more eager tone, to the point of have a tone of encouragement.

"Well here it is," the doctor shows me to the capsule in the dead center of the all the other capsules. He presses a button and pulls down a lever to open the capsule. Smoky residue escape the capsule, which is now rising up. When the smoke clears, I see the body of a beautiful Asian woman. She looks like the age of 20 and she is dressed in red undergarments. "I don't know if you would like this, despite your current state.

Doubting the doctor's doubts, I encouragingly take the risk of have my mind transplant from this soon-to-be-dead body to this sexy facade.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" the doctor cautiously asks me.

"It's better being holed-up in this witness body anyways, and the sooner the better," I say.

"Well okay then, if you says so. Can you help me carry her onto that table?"

I help the doctor take the cold lifeless body from the capsule and carry and place it on the stainless steel table in the center of the chamber. Curious I ask, "So what happened to her?"

"She slipped into a coma before her 19th birthday and then she stopped breathing soon after. Her brother invested a large sum of money for her body, or what I call her now, an avatar, to stay alive somehow, without the memories and cerebral function of her mind already gone and diminished. I took her and maintained her body to the best of my abilities. She was supposed to be my first subject to try the mind-transplant...----" I then interrupt him again.

"So you mean you haven't done this kind of procedure before?" I ask in curious caution.

He looks me straight in the eye and shakes his head in dismay.

We stare and stare for a period of two minutes. Each of us are now battling every chance, probability, and risks over and over again in our mind before I break it saying, "So let's get this over with." The doctor is surprised and stutters, but he doesn't get his statement through. He obviously wants to warn me but seeing as my time is running short, he proceeds to the procedure.

We lay the cold body on the right bed and attach the headgear on her skull. I lie down as well on the left bed and I too fit the headgear on my head. The doctor pulls a switch and a small shock stings and quickly incapacitates me, my head laying flat on the cold steel bed.