Timothy sighed as he waited patiently in the waiting room. He was well... desperate for money, and his professors had talked him into it. Work for a company to pay off his college debt, great sounded easy enough. Not many had really had job offers he could work with except one, Hyperion. It didn't seem bad for a Theater arts major, a simple little act like this person. Nothing he hadn't done before in plays. It seemed well perfect for him. It was rather boring just waiting there for the doctor to call him in, something about a physical or something like it. Seemed normal for a whole you need to look like your employee so it wasn't all that strange, thought unfamiliar from acting for a play where you dress up and can tweak your look here and there but now a Hyperion worker this was real, he had too look like him, and it was rather intimidating. Timothy looked around the room, wasn't much too look at but definitely not some beat down facility.

"Mr. Lawrence?" A male voice called as Timothy stood up.

"Uhh yeah, that's me!." Timothy responded.

"Timothy; please go through the door to your right. Your interviewer will be waiting for you." The man said

"Do i, uh, need to sign some papers, or.." Timothy said confused.

"Throught the door please." The man huffed walking over to Timothy.

"No, wait, how do i know this isn't some scam to get my kidneys?" Timothy said panicked a bit.

"You applied for this position because you needed money! Beggars can't be choosers." The man huffed pushing Timothy towards the door.

"But...i… okay. Alright, i'm ready." Timothy sighed walking to the door nervously.

"Very good, Timothy." The man said following behind him as they walked down a hall coming up to a door on the right side of the hall.

"This one?" Timothy asked pointing at the door.

"Yes now go." The man said opening the door. Inside was rather plain with a long table and chair by it with a few objects on the counters, nothing seemed abnormal.

"Sit." The man said walking over to the chair as Timothy walked over to the table. The man grabbed a tablet and sat down in the chair as Timothy sat on the rather uncomfortable table.

"Alright i'll ask you a few questions and you give me an honest answer okay." The man sighed.

"Okay?" Timothy said nervously.

Timothy groaned a bit as he blinked awake.

"How are you feeling?" The man's voice asked.

"Eughhh...i… what happened?" Timothy grumbled sitting up.

"What is the last thing you remember?" The man asked

"I was.. There was a door...and...and you were there….. You asked me some questions, and then i woke up here." Timothy said trying to remember what had happened.

"Hmmmm. Seems the anesthesia we're using is still causing substantial memory loss, Nurse, collect all my notes on experimental post-tramatic stress therapy. I've got some ideas." The man said looking back at a big woman.

"Da, doctor. I hook this one up to drip?" The nurse asked with a thick russian accent.

"No! Not until he feels it. We need to make sure the nerves weren't damaged during the surgery." The doctor hissed.

"Surgery? What surgery?!" Timothy said rather frightened.

"Shhhh. Relax. I'll fill you in on everything." The doctor sighed.

"Okay?" Timothy said worried.

"But before hand can you please sign these forms for me." The doctor said handing Timothy a rather heavy packet and a pen.

"Uh this isn't some trick is it?" Timothy asked nervously as he read through the forms.
"Of course not. Just some things we have to have permission from you for. So that you can take the job fully." The doctor said.

"Oh okay." Timothy sighed as the doctor watched him read through and sign off on the papers.

"So what exactly is happening?" Timothy asked worriedly.

"You are going to look exactly like Jack, Timothy. So we're going ot have to alter your appearance to fit his. You will be Jack. We'll also have to change your voice to his as well so that you look, sound exactly like him, acting will be your part as we are doing our part." The doctor explained simply.

"What?!" Timothy said shocked.

"Did you not read the contract? You will be Jack this is just a part of becoming Jack. You signed up for this." The doctor said as the Nurse came back into the room with papers.

"Thank you Nina, can you take this to the archive." The doctor said handing Nina the forums that Timothy had just signed.

"Now let's get started shall we." The doctor hummed.

Timothy opened his eyes to see a bright light in his face. He sat up looking around his surroundings. It was a nice little room two chairs, counter with a mirror and a rather comfy bed in which he was laying in. How he got here was a mystery to him. He sighed looking at the mirror in the room. His face completely different from what he was used to. Distinct high arched eyebrows sat over those bright uncommon eyes. One blue right eye and one green left eye stood out, as well as the rather visibly noticeable cheekbones. It was so different compared to his normal face. It was a bit unreal like some kind of mask, the only difference was it couldn't be easily removed. It was like looking at someone completely different not himself, yet it was him looking back. That's what freaked Timothy out the most, this was him now, not the freckled face brunette boy he'd seen all his life. The clothes they had set out for him to change into just didn't feel right, they weren't, him. They were someone else completely different. Yeah he had been many people but he was still him after the makeup or mask came off… this was way different. This was going to stay for as long as he worked for this Hyperion programer. Timothy looked away having enough of the creepy feeling looking at himself. The bright yellow sweater stood out against the brown jacket and blue jeans, the big Hyperion logo across it made him feel uneasy. It felt like some kind of well shackle… Timothy had never been a fan of name brand clothes or really any shirt with a logo. Sticking to his cool looking t-shirts and scarfs completed by a black trenchcoat to well hide himself from others. He would admit he liked the spotlight... but only on stage otherwise he preferred to just be in a scene background. He liked to feel important but he didn't like the attention of many, one or two was fine with him. For Hyperion it was a rather simple outfit, sweater, jacket, and blue jeans.

"Oh you're up great." The familiar voice of the doctor said happily "Came to check up on you. Now let's go over those lines again okay." The doctor said sitting down in the familiar chair.

"Okay." Timothy sighed as he sat down on the chair they'd place in there for him. "My name will be Jack. I work as an engineer for Hyperion. Doctor, i still sound like myself."

"That will be fixed with the voice modulator implants. Now that you've signed these forms, for the next twenty years, you'll be Jack." The doctor said writing something down.

"Jeez.. uh when do i get paid?" Timothy asked.

"Soon. Report to medical chamber seven when you get changed." The doctor said standing up and then pulling an Echo log out. "Experiment commentary, day four, Visual transformation complete and all records deleted. Timothy Lawrence, at least on paper, no longer exists. And neither do his secrets. Jack will be very pleased." The doctor said happily. Timothy gulped overhearing the doctor.

"No longer exist.. Well that's not scary at all." Timothy sighed picking up the clothes. He quietly walked out of the room and to the bathroom not really trusting the room's privacy. He got changed as fast as he could knowing they were expecting him there asap. The halls were so empty as he walked down them in the new clothes, something about the halls just screamed creepy to him which only made him miss his black trenchcoat more. He came up to the medical chambers and sighed shakily his normal shyness came flooding back to him as he walked down to the seventh one. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door. The door was opened as another doctor looked over him before nodding and opening it for him to come in. It was a little intimidating but not as intimidating as the one before had been. Timothy sat down in the seat a bit worried about what was to come.

"Timothy you awake?" The familiar voice of the doctor from before asked.

Timothy groaned a bit blinking his eyes open.

"Great your up. The voice modulator may cause some pain over the next two or three… eh, decades." The doctor said.

"My-eughhh, guhh… contract'll be up by that then! I gotta talk like Jack for the next thirty years?!" Timothy said his voice much different than before.

"Say something charming. I need to test the modulator's range." The doctor said looking down at the familiar clipboard.

"Hi. I'm Jack. You're… um… pretty." Timothy said rather bluntly.

"Atrocious! Work on your delivery during the shuttle ride." The doctor said disgusted as he started to walk out of the room writing something down.

"Uh, what now?" Timothy said confused.

"Your presence has been requested on the moon." The doctor said as he left the room.

"The moon?" Timothy said surprised. Timothy sighed as he looked over at the counter to see a suitcase most likely already packed and a ticket for a shuttle ride. This was it right his new job, hell his new life. Timothy sighed as he stood up out of the bed and walked over to the counter.

"So this is it huh. Just me going to places. Lest i get to travel but.." Timothy sighed before grabbing the suitcase. He looked over the ticket they definitely hadn't gone full out on him. Just a simple ticket to Helios space station, Hyperion personnel. But what of course was still weird to see for his name was Jack instead of Timothy. There he was making his way to a place he'd only heard about on his life on one of the Eden's, Helios.