Teleported to the chime of resistance.

Breathing heavily of oxygen.

Climbing my way to standing on my feet. Long gun in my hand with bullet proof vest.

In a another person's body of flesh. Flaked my processing into a mess. Felt so weird to be another person's well being. How are they doing in that state? They aware I'm taking over there vessel? Moving around controlling there every move?

Don't worry, the soldier you transcended too is here with us, " my boss called out on the radio. You trade places in each other bodies. You still see yourself as the person, while we see you being you."  My college...