Dumped as garbage, I’m abandoned. I convulse on the pavement and black-out vomiting.
I awake to a ratter girl tending my genetic rewrite sickness. She takes hold of my new rodent hands.
“What crime put you in our skin?” she asks.
“D-debt,” I manage.
“Me too.”
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Wow! Imagine having to undergo your own genetics being rewritten to pay back for a crime. That’d be insane, if not terrifying, if brought in reality. Heck, my heart raced after reading this—it’s scary in fiction too. I can see the horror and science fiction sides of it, and it really intrigues me when it’s also almost like body switching here. Great piece! You’re the master at sci-fi short fiction. 😃
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