"Don't worry about the machine. It doesn't work." Mikey insisted.
Yeah, right, Karyn thought to herself.
"Miss Black," the Doctor said, "this way please, we're ready for you."
She was taken into the adjoining room, where two chairs wired with equipment sat. She was put into one and strapped in tightly, electrodes connected to her temples and a device lowered that surrounded the back of her head.
The Doctor came over and looked at her. "May I call you Karyn?" He asked.
"Yes. The only person who calls me Miss Black is my principal."
"Well, Karyn, I want you to not be afraid. The procedure is perfectly safe. There's no risk. And...well, you signed the release, so at that point you are pretty much committed. There may be some confusion afterward, but any doubt about who you are won't stand up to any intense thought on the subject. We won't be changing your memories, but your first instinct may be to react differently than you remember acting in the past. My advice is to just go with it. If you want peanut butter, but your memories tell you that you hate it, just eat the peanut butter." He shrugged. "Good luck."
There was a burst of electricity, she could feel her hair standing up. Then...
