I felt that I was learning things at an accelerated rate.
Decades of schooling happened within minutes with all the knowledge I received at that point in my existence.
Then, it was switched off.
“How do you feel, GA?” The white coat asked.
“I feel like I’m more knowledgeable about several things.” I responded. “So what’s next?”
“A makeover of sorts.”
Wait, what was going on here? There better not be any blush or wigs at play.
Things were getting too strange for me.
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