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Disclaimer: Exosquad belongs to Will Meugniot and Universal Animation Studios. I am making no money off this fanwork it's just for fun so please don't sue.
Note: This is a rewrite of a fic originally written under the name Glasswolf. The original version was 464 words and was first published on 3/5/2008 this new version is 541 words. You can see the original version on my past work journal under Glasswolf
Period of Adjustment
He knew obsessing like this wasn’t the best thing that instead he should be getting some much needed sleep but he found himself every night standing in front of a mirror wondering about his new body. He stared at his naked form and knew that intellectually it looked exactly the same as his old one based on medical scans but still he couldn’t help but wonder. It was extremely strange to know that under neath his apparant human skin was a Neo’s body.
He knew that Professor Algernon and Galba were convinced that he was a perfect resurrection but he couldn’t help but sometimes wonder. He was never a religious man and had never believed in what some called a soul but there was always the niggling doubt. What if he’d been wrong and there was such a thing as a soul surely his E-frame hadn’t held that and wouldn’t that make him just a fancy copy.
He could understand why his resurrection was being kept quiet as the powers that be argued over going public with it or not. He knew that there were fears that religious groups would object or that unscrupulous people would see it as a means for immortality.
He wasn’t sure he wanted the world to know as the occaisional questions of existence he wrestled with were bad enough when he was the only one asking. He could easily see public debates on rather he was real or just a fancy copy. There was also the disturbing possibility taht now tha the was at least in part a Neosapian that he could suffer random DNA mutations. He'd seen footage of Neosapiens suffering from the syndrome and he would not like his next death to be like that. He wondered if it even qualified as his next death or was it his first. HE was back to the question of he was the real Alec Deleon resurrected or just a fancy copy.
He thought his memory was intact he didn’t have any glaring blind spots but he couldn’t know for sure. He felt like Alec Deleon but at the same time he knew that a few religious officers in on the secret had shied away form him. They seemed to feel he was just a copy that some intagible part of the original was gone and not present inside him. He didn’t feel like anything was missing but at the same time there was the small bit of doubt. The paranoid feeling that maybe he was just a copy and programmed to think it was the real Deleon brought back.
He felt a bit cold and glanced at the clock. He’d been standing naked in front of the mirror for over an hour now so he really should get to bed. He knew he was experiencing what all the doctors said was a period of adjustment but it was still hard dealing with all the questions. He stepped away from the mirror and went to finish getting ready for bed. He had time the worlds were rebuilding, even mars that had been restored by Professor Algernon. He had more than enough time to get through this identity crisis. He just needed a bit more time to adjust.
The End
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Note: This is a rewrite of a fic originally written under the name Glasswolf. The original version was 464 words and was first published on 3/5/2008 this new version is 541 words. You can see the original version on my past work journal under Glasswolf
Period of Adjustment
He knew obsessing like this wasn’t the best thing that instead he should be getting some much needed sleep but he found himself every night standing in front of a mirror wondering about his new body. He stared at his naked form and knew that intellectually it looked exactly the same as his old one based on medical scans but still he couldn’t help but wonder. It was extremely strange to know that under neath his apparant human skin was a Neo’s body.
He knew that Professor Algernon and Galba were convinced that he was a perfect resurrection but he couldn’t help but sometimes wonder. He was never a religious man and had never believed in what some called a soul but there was always the niggling doubt. What if he’d been wrong and there was such a thing as a soul surely his E-frame hadn’t held that and wouldn’t that make him just a fancy copy.
He could understand why his resurrection was being kept quiet as the powers that be argued over going public with it or not. He knew that there were fears that religious groups would object or that unscrupulous people would see it as a means for immortality.
He wasn’t sure he wanted the world to know as the occaisional questions of existence he wrestled with were bad enough when he was the only one asking. He could easily see public debates on rather he was real or just a fancy copy. There was also the disturbing possibility taht now tha the was at least in part a Neosapian that he could suffer random DNA mutations. He'd seen footage of Neosapiens suffering from the syndrome and he would not like his next death to be like that. He wondered if it even qualified as his next death or was it his first. HE was back to the question of he was the real Alec Deleon resurrected or just a fancy copy.
He thought his memory was intact he didn’t have any glaring blind spots but he couldn’t know for sure. He felt like Alec Deleon but at the same time he knew that a few religious officers in on the secret had shied away form him. They seemed to feel he was just a copy that some intagible part of the original was gone and not present inside him. He didn’t feel like anything was missing but at the same time there was the small bit of doubt. The paranoid feeling that maybe he was just a copy and programmed to think it was the real Deleon brought back.
He felt a bit cold and glanced at the clock. He’d been standing naked in front of the mirror for over an hour now so he really should get to bed. He knew he was experiencing what all the doctors said was a period of adjustment but it was still hard dealing with all the questions. He stepped away from the mirror and went to finish getting ready for bed. He had time the worlds were rebuilding, even mars that had been restored by Professor Algernon. He had more than enough time to get through this identity crisis. He just needed a bit more time to adjust.
The End
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