“What’s this, Master?” asked Marie, pointing. I smiled.

“Why, you tell me. What do you think it is?”

“Is that….my original brain?”

“It is! 100% organic, unlike now. I like microchips better.”

The lights of the life-preserving jar started to flash angrily.

“Why is it doing that?” asked Marie.

“I think it’s reacting to you.”

“Oh, can it see us? Can I talk to it? Hi, old brain! I like your body!”

Marie spun around in a graceful pirouette. I patted her hollow head, staring at the brain trapped in the container as her old body danced, nude and oblivious.