[FP] Form (Solo)

The camera was recording. That was what they told her anyway. After the artist had gone, she'd asked for privacy. This was something she needed to do alone. No witness excepting the camera which could be rewound and erased and taped over if need be. Editing was okay right? Science didn't have to see everything.

Maya had requested an exact copy of what she was here and now, no changes at all. She was too chicken in the end. Too much rode on this merging of bodies to risk a complication from something as petty as an augmented breast size. Maya bit her insubstantial lip. There she lay. The body was still and dead, wholly without spirit. The coincidence or irony or whatever wasn't lost on her. No, in fact, she was taking her time to savor it as she looked over the completed sack of flesh and bones.

This was... going to be tricky. Typically her gaseous particles went around solid things. True, this false skin had pores and was breathable, but it was considerably solid. Maybe they should have done this in steps or something. Was it too late to take it apart at and take it a bit at a time? Yes. Yes it was.

So here she was in a small sterile room with her own dead body and a video camera.

Did she have to? No, she had her good days as well as bad days. But in order to have all good days... that was why she was doing this. She just had to remind herself.

Now to take that last step. To become whole. Synthetically whole was still whole, right?

Maya looked up from the body and waved nervously to the camera. Yeah. This would definitely need to be edited. She let her form go and took her time positioning the foggy mist of herself over the body. Breaking like a wave against rock, it was just as she had predicted. Maya felt herself stretch and pull around the more solid body. She needed to start from the inside. That left one option in Maya's mind.

Like a mist she rose condensing back into a more human shape as she pulled up and away from the body. She needed to go inside. This was gonna get weird. Fast. She seeped in through the lips and followed the natural airway at first. The body's chest expanded fully and then she had to find alternate routes. Working her way into and through the liquid imitation blood, Maya seeped into every crevasse she could feel out until it was only false skin containing her.

Once she was all inside, she next had the unpleasant task of sorting herself out. Which way was up? This feels like an arm. Can this go here? No doubt this would all look very strange on camera. Like a body being possessed. Which was kind of what was happening. It was just a little too cramped, but when she was confident in the placement of most of herself, she started the process of becoming whole, a process which was undoubtedly more unpleasant than squeezing an insubstantial body inside of a solid one.

It felt like... growing. Like growing and stretching and heavy and thick. She had to do this in the right order. Skin, limbs and extremities, head, all merging happened in a pattern so that the blood would not move her particles from their exact positioning. She was forcing herself to do this hard and fast. Even with the urgency it was probably still taking a bit too much time. The blood wasn't exactly flowing, it couldn't until everything else was pieced together. In the end, she may have damage like frost bite. Good thing there were doctors near by.

To say that her head hurt was an understatement. It was like a seismic crevasse had formed along her mid brain and lava was oozing out scalding and searing all it touched. She only had one go at this. There was no way she could give up, half anchored as she was. To do so would mean she would die. Maya Leighanne Swift still had entirely too much to do in this world. Her focus ended up drifting, she was feeling this out from very far away. Ribs, diaphragm, she felt her lungs synch up and they sucked air futilely through heavy, dead lips. Her body was trying to send oxygen where it was needed. Finally, there was only one bit left to seal the deal.

She saw Jude. Standing at the back of the room. He was watching her struggle. He was enjoying this.

The moment her hearts merged she felt and heard the blood gush. There was no other word for it. Hot, wet, frantic gushing. And she was writhing. And gasping. Nothing and everything worked. She wanted to vomit, to somehow escape, to unmerge. Darkness was ever so much more inviting.