Rewritten

Dr. Ronson looked at the screens; he still couldn't believe what he had just accomplished. Of course, he didn't need to examine the evidence on the monitors, he could just looked down. He had successfully rewritten the brain patterns of the test subject with his own while wiping his own brain clean except for vital bodily functions. He glared over to it, laying lifeless on the operating table. He was ready to celebrate with glee until a hint of guilt came over him for taking advantage of his test subject, Emma. She was a homeless punk he had found on the street. She had a rather abrasive manner, but with the promise of a warm meal and some cash, coaxing her into this was no issue. Her brain patterns were now stored in the computer's memory banks. He thought about restoring himself and her back to normal, but instead decided it might be fun to be in her body just a little while longer.