The scene changes confusingly.

The hum of both the neural mapping interface and the vintage rock music you had chosen to distract you abruptly ceased. You waited a few seconds, expecting the technician to speak and and tell you that the NMI was complete and to give further instructions but there was only silence. Annoyed and confused by the delay you opened your eyes and it took several more seconds for you to process what you were seeing. The interior of the NMI was no longer surrounding you and instead, you were in a bedroom. Your own bedroom you realised. You can only tell this from the ocean view through the glass wall behind the king-sized bed directly in front of you. That, and the fact that your soon-to-be ex-wife was sitting on the bed staring intently at you. Everything else about the room was off, the walls were redecorated and the furniture and fittings all replaced in the few hours since you had left for the NMI appointment. Even your unfaithful wife has altered, her blonde hair much longer and restyled and though still undeniably beautiful she seemed far older than the twenty-one-year-old former glamour model that you intended to divorce at the earliest opportunity.

"Yeah, it worked Honey." Your wife said as if replying to a question that you had not heard. "It's eyes just opened."

Simone leaned forward with a look of curiosity and delighted wonder on her face as she gazed at you. She was wearing nothing apart from a sheer black lace negligee loosely belted at her waist. Her breasts were clearly visible, firm and perfect though somehow fuller and her nipples larger than you expected. Judging from the point of view you have of Simone you realise you must be sitting on the floor a few feet from the bed. You opened your mouth to ask Simone what the hell was going on, but no words came out. You tried again, but still there was no sound.

"It's opening and closing its mouth like a fish Sweety," Simone says and giggles. "Is it broken?"

"You have not enabled speech yet dear." You recognise that voice. Bill, your former lawyer.

You open your mouth to demand angrily to know what he is doing here. You had thrown him out of your house less than twelve hours ago after returning from work uncharacteristically early to get a good night's sleep before going to the NMI procedure and finding him both in your bed and balls deep in Simone. Firing Bill and starting divorce proceedings for infidelity for Simone was next on your to-do list after having your brain scanned and uploaded. You attempt to turn around to face and confront Bill, but your body does not respond, only your head turns and as it does you feel the caress of long, soft hair on your shoulders and upper back.