©2003 Elizabeth L. Clark

I had been watching her for weeks now. Her habits were my habits, her patterns my patterns. She always did the same things every day. Work was at home, then at noon she went to a little deli, got a pastrami on wheat with extra spicy mustard, a coke and chips. She ate in the park, then walked home.

Dinner was delivered from the Chinese place on Mondays, Thursdays and Sundays, the rest of the week it was from the Mexican place. She never went out, never had anyone over.

She was pathetic. Never dressed up, never had fun. Tonight would be her last night of the parody she called a life. It would end by my hands. I had planned this out very well.

She always went to bed at midnight on the dot. I would slip in and slit her fat throat. Then it would be all over. I would have peace.

~Enjoy that last meal you fat cow... you pathetic excuse for a sentient being.~

Midnight came and I slipped inside the house. She was in bed, already snoring. I stood over her, wondering how she had allowed this to happen... allowed herself to become this lump of flesh... piece of filth.

I turned on the bedside light, I wanted her to see it coming. She stared at me and I at her.

~I wonder if I am committing homicide or suicide? Not that it matters....~

I smiled as I slit her open like the pig she was.

"Its done, you can do the transfer now. Body number 65839, raven, mid-waist, grey eyes. Now that both of her is gone, she can take on this new form, live a better life."

My eyes popped open as the transfer completed. I smiled and stretched. The doctor helped me to sit up and I handed him my cred chip.

"Thank you doctor, this new body feels wonderful. Well worth the creds and the time travel sickness."

All people should do this... transfer a copy of their mind and soul to computer, kill themselves in the past and be put in a brand new body that is just what you wanted.... It is a yummy feeling.