Gemotions

He stared at the mirror, the reflection staring back, but the face seemed unfamiliar. The clinic's error was a fracture in his perception of self, a shattering of the concrete ground he'd stood upon for years. His medical records, the data defining his body's vulnerabilities, now belonged to someone else.

He ran a hand over his jaw, feeling the familiar stubble, but it didn't feel like *his*. The world had become a warped reflection, the edges blurred, the details out of focus. He leaned closer, searching his own eyes for some semblance of recognition, but only found a stranger's gaze.

A hollow, echoing laugh escaped his lips. The sound was alien, disembodied. "Who am I?" he whispered, the words lost in the silent room.