9:25AM: December 20, 2101
Nothing really felt different. The sensation of peering through someone else’s eyes induced a swell of nausea, but once Endo gained control of those outlier senses, the view from within oriented itself like a video game.
“How are you feeling today, Matthew?” a lab-coated woman asked.
“Fine,” he said. “I have a full day ahead of me. It’s probably best if I get going.”
The woman placed a hand on Matthew/Endo’s shoulder, firm to the point of mild concern.
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