It had never happened before, but it was entirely possible. Something, Mayhem decided, had come up during transmigration. It was terribly important and the people at the Hub had had no opportunity to brief him on it.
But—what?
His first shock came a moment later. He walked to a mirror on the wall and approved of the strong young body which would house his sentience and then scowled. A thought inside his head said:
So this is what it’s like to have schizophrenia.
What the hell was that? Mayhem thought.
I said, so this is what it’s like to have schizophrenia. First the world’s worst headache and then I start thinking like two different people.
Aren’t you dead?
Is that supposed to be a joke, alter ego? When do the men in the white suits come?
Good Lord, this was supposed to be a dead body!