Mortal Protection Services Chapter 13: V.J: I Jim

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V.J: I Jim I'd been awake for a little while, laying there in a bed with thin white sheets. Not that there was much need for the sheets, the room was kept comfortable. There was a 'meal' on a desk in the corner when I woke, and after a little while my stomach told me it wanted filled. I guess if you don't count eating shit when I got darted in the neck by that police drone, the first thing I ate in my new body was prison gruel. It was cold, runny slop, but incredibly satisfying all the same. I had never really eaten before and it was an amazing feeling. If I ever made it back to Hyperspace, there would be a patch to the experiencer, that's for damn sure, because it doesn't do eating REAL justice. Even this slop was so full of existence I almost didn't know what to do with myself eating it. After I devoured my slop I discovered buttons on the wall that turned on the TV. It was sunk into the wall behind some thick glass. Probably designed to stop even the most augmented humans from breaking it, and here I was, au natural. Speaking of, I noticed there was some simple white clothing I could put on, complete with grippy socks and everything. I got dressed as I watch the news. Apparently someone or some robot had scrubbed me clean before they put me in here. Gave me a clean shave too. I remember being a filthy vagabond looking fellow in that puddle as I fell toward the ground. Most of the TV screen was taken up by news anchors and science men talking about the newly discovered forms of Scourge flesh ships and the weaponry that the boys on the front were getting their asses whipped by. I tried other channels, but this stupid TV only got news and cartoons. News it was. It was on the bottom chyron of every channel. They were calling it 'The Unfortunate Returning' and something like 400 million other people had appeared with me on Earth all at once. Yikes! They showed some faces and I recognized those people. Purgers. I'm pretty sure every last one of the new arrivals had previous been the worst and stupidest of humanity and they were suddenly blinked back into existence. Hospitals and prisons were all suddenly slammed to the max, mostly prisons. Earth hadn't faced instantaneous fuckery of this scale since I moved them here, but they were resilient enough now that I hoped they'd be alright. James had done this perfectly according to the rule book... that bastard . "Oh, I see you're awake! How're you doing?" A police detective dressed as a mundane orderly opened the door. A half second before she opened the door a force field had engaged over the door. "On the one hand, I totally understand what I'm doing here. Random naked raving lunatics appearing all over the planet and attacking people is certainly a new problem. On the other hand, I didn't attack anyone. I was just... a regular naked raving lunatic, you know, the non-violent kind? May I go, please? I'll my dick in my free pants, promise." "Uh huh?" The 'orderly' said, the shield extending device she wore on her belt pulled the force field over the door with her. She was nicely protected, and the door was no way out, though it remained open. "So... can I leave?" "It says in your intake paperwork that you mugged a man, stole his phone, and made a call to secure number. The General whose secure line you called has sent an attache to retrieve you tomorrow. That is a bit different from most I've dealt with today. Also, you didn't bite anyone, or yourself, or defecate aggressively at anyone, or take three darts to down because you were still high on a mix of 21st century drugs. You didn't break any windows or cause significant property damage. The man's phone was even recovered with only minimal scuffs from when you hit the ground with it in hand." "You can't blame me for that, I'd have given it back in pristine condition when I was done. If anything that's the cop's fault. I got tranq darted much faster than expected." I was unrestrained in the room, but I might as well have been tied up