Posted Fri Jan 15, 2016 | 169 Words | Tagged story chronivac

He thought playing with the Chronivac was going to be fun. It was, for the first few months of changing into the player. Running around, seeing the lads, chasing the ball himself. It was so easy, and so right for him to do.

He slipped away almost entirely into being number 11, Henderson on the team. That’s what he wanted. He left his memories as they were and he remembered just being able to think clearly.

Some days he’d stare at the screen trying to figure out how to do anything to it. He could easily slip into being who he was, he just wished he knew how to let go his old life entirely. Sadly he made himself dumb enough to not understand what he was doing.

He knew he just had to enjoy what he had become. There was no way back. He looked in a mirror on his way. Damn he knew this body was fit, he couldn’t resist still checking himself out in the mirror.