So, first thing's first: I'm not crazy.
At least, I hope not.
I mean, one night I go to bed, nearly 300 pounds and the ugliest motherfucker you'll probably have the displeasure of meeting, the next morning, I wake up as skinny as a twig, and handsome as hell.
Also, I was a bit over a-hundred-and-fifty years in the future, in the year of our lord, 2173.
But I'll get back to that, but first, some detail;
Since I was about ten, I'd always been infatuated with a little series of games known as Mass Effect.
You may have heard of them, some have called it the Star Wars of our time. But I digress.
I remember, after ensuring all my squad had survived the suicide mission, and being left with an overabundance of nothing left to do, the wait for 3 being nearly unbearable. In that wait for the next chapter. I discovered fanfiction, and my little twelve year old mind was hooked. It made the wait just that more bearable, and in that time I discovered the largest blessing, and the greatest curse of writing.
Most of them, concerning Mass Effect at least, tended to have the main character waking up in Shepard's body, my case was a bit different.
I had woken up, not in Shepard's body, but the Illusive Man's. Of course, that took a moment to figure out, about a minute of panicked scrambling wondering why I was suddenly so thin, until I found a mirror.
The face and, of course, the eyes drove home just whose body I was in. After I calmed down slightly, I looked around, trying to get a handle on where I was.
The room I was in was, quite obviously, a bedroom. A bed, the biggest I had ever seen, sat in the center of the room. A window, offering a view out into the infinite inky black of space, spanned the area of the cieling. Some sofas and a coffee table were on the back wall. A single walk-in closet, opposite the bathroom, had a wide variety of clothing for any situation, including, a futuristic suit, a deep shade of brown bordering on black.
The thing that really sold I was in the future, however, was the holographic control panel floating in the room. I ran my hand through it a few times, and it flickered and distorted.
I started panicing again. If I was as far in the future as I thought, then my friend, my family, everyone I ever knew and loved...
Unless I found out how I got here, I'd never see them again. And, since I was in the Illusive Man's body, did that mean he was in mine? The thought was too wierd to think.
Then, my mind jumped to something else. Since I was in the Illusive Man's body, I was now one of the most powerful men in the galaxy.
Oh, I was so going to abuse this.