On reflection

Marcus sat there in the chair for five or ten minutes. If he’d been sleepy before, he certainly wasn’t now.

Marcus looked over again to the lifeless figure of a young man on the single bed across the bedroom. A small sigh of relief, then he leaned over and flipped off the switch on the big black box and tore off his own electrodes from his head. He leapt up with the energy of a cheetah. He was reborn. He felt fantastic. He rushed to the mirror.

Imagine his shock at seeing a wrinkly old man looking back at him.