Robotics Research

  Because of depression, isolation, and other mental health reasons, I dropped out of a competitive MIT robotics program.  This only led to my symptoms worsening, watching all of my classmates graduate and start amazing robotics and android startup research companies.
  Desperate to still work in the field because of my remaining interest in robotics, I begged my friends to help out in some way at their companies.  Being kind, only my friend Mike gave me an interview for a truly low level job: research assistant.
  Basically, they needed someone desperate enough that they'd let experiments be run on them.  In my case, they wanted to test out how long consciousness could be transferred to an android host.
  So, here's me, 6 minutes in, my "sleeve" having just slipped out of the plastic bag it left manufacturing in, the artificial hair still wet from various preservation fluids.  They gave me simple clothes (and a stipend for more of course). 
  This is the first "selfie" I've taken for the experiment.  It's up to me to take three of these a day for as long as my consciousness holds in my new "sleeve." 
  Here's to hoping my body remains preserved in cryogenics. . .

Android Undercover

  The new CIA protocol for undercover missions no longer required such drastic personal sacrifice as they had usually in the past.  Before, agents would have to commit to expensive and extensive permanent surgeries to alter their appearance.  This led to budgetary issues as well as marital strife.
  Now, with the advent of state-of-the-art androids, they could simply upload the consciousness of the agent into a robot, without the risk of the death of an agent or commitment.  The only risk was that their consciousness had to be constantly backup uploaded to a single satellite above them, which passed once a day through the atmosphere.
  The other problem: this quick advancement in lifelike robots was due to the sex-toy industry.  These androids had started and developed so lifelike because they were becoming the premium and preferred sex-doll to consumers all over the world.  Therefore, there were no male equivalents.
  When Drew volunteered for the assignment in the carribean, he knew that he'd be uploading his conciousness into the android body of what appeared to be an attractive young woman, fully anatomically correct, while his male body sat in cold storage.  This led to lots of conflicting feelings as he did his training in the new body, especially when he trained along side his buddies.
  He opted to be assigned to a female asset to protect.  He figured this would remove the possibility of something bizarre happening because they would spend so much time together.
  As you can see, Drew has been having a good time with the assignment, the elite billionaire's daughter believing him to just be a new friend she met at the resort bar and not a CIA agent assigned for her protection.
  Still, drew was self-conscious of the very visible serial number that appeared to be tattooed to his android's ribcage, as well as the detectable lifelessness it had in its eyes.  Therefore, he wore sunglasses and a two-piece bathing suit sparingly.
  Also, the satellite had recently been blown out of the sky by Chinese intelligence, so Drew had better be careful if he didn't want his consciousness to remain in this body forever. .
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