I knew a guy once , no genius but a hard worker . Never had he grown beyond that childhood veil of immortality , he ignored the doctors and their pills, brushed away his poor wife's fears and he quieted both his own worries , pain and fears with too much alcohol
One night , while he slept a thief crept in , no not the usual kind, this intruder slunk through vein and artery until it reached the guy's brain at a juicy spot called the basal ganglia. The saboteur cranked open the closed valves as he closed up the open , he flipped switches on and off and sent all of the body's system alarms , waking the guy up.
Still half asleep the guy sat up , something was wrong ! Slowly , as his body awoke with him , the fellow had an odd sensation , a tingly still-asleep sort of feeling in his left arm. The arm felt numb as well " AAAWWWW CRAP ! " he thought , he knew what a numb left arm could mean for an older , overweight , man with diabetes and high blood pressure . He paced around back and forth until he ignored his company cel phone ringing with another , high stress , no thanks problem and h went upstairs to tell his wife that he needed to get to the hospital .
They caught a cab and walked into the E.R. together and then among the bustling staff and beeping machines and being loaded into a helicopter destined for another city , the guy was pushed out of himself by the terrorist in his brain . Parts of him , traces if you will still remained lodged into place but the essence of the man that he was had been replaced with a copy , one yet to be imprinted with his speech and mannerisms . The differences were not noticed though because in the confusion the interloper named 'the Stroke ' had caused , the entire left half of the body refused to function any more . As the guy rejoined the conscious he did so adjusting , to his broken body his broken brain and broken identity . An imposter housed in the original .
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