January suddenly awoke from a deep sleep. With blurred vision, he looked around to a room, cold as ice and white as winter, filled with tools and beds. A chime struck midnight as the new year had began. Where was he? Getting up to explore this strange facility, he was immediately greeted with a sight which made him diz- zy. January was no longer human. Rather a ghost in the shell, with carbon fibre arms and a chrome plated body. The last thing he read that morning above the door brought his new reality into perspective: “The New Year, New Me Project”.
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