Rachel blushed and mumbled something Jon couldn't quite catch. Now that she was looking at her, she couldn't help compare what she saw to what she'd just been looking at in the mirror. Rachel had been making this body for herself, after all. There were some similarities. Both had brown hair, and green eyes for instance but Rachel's hair was bodyless and a little frizzy, and her eyes a dark forest green that was probably pretty normal, but couldn't help looking dull compared to how Jon's popped. They were both white, but Jon had a slight tan and maybe smaller pores? Honestly she wasn't an expert on skincare, but based on her cursory first impression, hers looked blemish free while Rachel had a tiny blackhead near her hairline. Then you got to the straight up differences and there were a mountain of those. Rachel wasn't unattractive, but she was an average maybe slightly mousey woman in her thirties while Jon was a genetically crafted bombshell teen. At least, I guess I'm still a teen, given how youthful I looked, but then again, her gaze shifted down to the breasts in her peripheral, I'm pretty developed, so maybe I'm like 20?
Markus cleared his throat, "so, yeah. That's you now, and before you ask" he held up a hand, "you're stuck like this. I managed to clear the history of what happened from the logs but IT found the backdoor I used like five seconds later. I think we got away with it, but we can't risk re-scanning you or growing a new Jon body to put you in."
"Plus there's already a Jon Gibson out there," Rachel added, regathering herself. "There wouldn't really be an equitable way to decide who had the right to that identity."
"Which is a brilliant example of why duplicating brain patterns and multiple clones are against the rules," Markus added. The schlubby looking technician let out a very tired sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed. It occurred to Jon that the pair had probably been up for some time doing damage control, and she couldn't help but wonder why Markus was helping her and Rachel clean up this mess. Thoughts for later.
"So who am I supposed to be then," Jon demanded. Losing his body was one thing but losing her identity. She mulled it over. "Maybe if we tell my parents what happened they can say I'm like-"
"NO!" both technicians blurted at the same time. Rachel shook her head and said, "I'm really sorry, but you can't tell your family, or ANYONE, Jon. The way SavePoint's technology works is top secret, and all clients are routinely monitored. If you show up on your old doorstep, things will end poorly"
Jon scowled, "why do you guys work for such an evil megacorp anyway?"
Rachel shrugged, "they had the best tech. Plus dental."
"Getting back on track," Markus said firmly, "we have an identity for you but we'll explain after we get out of here. There's a shift change in half an hour and we can't be around when the security sweep comes."
"Let's get going," Rachel agreed, grabbing Jon by the wrist.
