The Extrahuman Integration Project

You heave the last box into the trunk of your car (if you could even call that piece of scrap metal a vehicle). Wiping your brow, you walk back into your soon to be former apartment building. It feels proper to give the place one last goodbye.

After climbing up the familiar set of stairs, you reach the weirdly empty space. It's not big by any means, but it was home. You walk into your single bathroom and look at your disheveld self. Your tank top is dirty from the collected dust of the place, and your hair has certainly seen better days. Staring at the mirror, you see...