“Please stop these hallucinations, Doctor. Every day’s a nightmare. One moment I’m drowning. Next, I’m engulfed in flames. It’s absolute torture. Yesterday, I fell into an endless abyss after someone pushed me off a cliff.”


    “Alright, Jim. I’ll write a prescription for a stronger anti-psychotic, this time.”


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    The doctor stood up and transformed into a butcher holding a cleaver as Jim laid on a slab ...


    Jim shut off the simulation, opened a journal, and wrote in it—


    A successful copy of my consciousness!


    First acquisition to target:


    Childhood bully—Harold Smith


    Just what the doctor ordered. My therapy begins!