Danielle awoke to what seemed like static and a hazy buzzing noise. She saw what seemed to be ceiling tiles. She felt… weird. Everything felt like it wasn’t real. She had a vague sense of the world being artificial and fake, like she was watching it through a TV screen. She then realized she couldn’t feel or move anything. “What the hell?” she asked herself.

“Ah Good, you’re awake.” She heard a distance voice say. An older, bearded man in his 50s stepped into her field of vision and looked down at her from above. “Hello, I’m Dr. Bradford. How do you do?” Danielle hesitated. “I feel… strange. What’s going on?” the Doctor sighed. “I regret to inform you that there was an… accident. A fatal one. However, we were able to restore your memories since your last backup 6 months ago.” Oh… that’s right… she thought, the last thing I remember was the memory backup… “Wait a second,” she interjected. “Does that mean…? Am I a copy of Danielle?” The Doctor solemnly nodded. “That’s correct. I’ll just let you see for yourself.” The Doctor then picked her up and put her in front of a mirror. She was shocked to see that she was merely a small, black rectangular object.

“I’m a cellphone?!” she said shocked. “In a manner of speaking, yes.” He replied. “How I am going to live like this? Why would you bring me back for me to just be an app on a phone?!” she responded angrily. The Doctor held up his hands. “Now hold on, it’s not as bad as it seems.” “Is that so?” she responded angrily. “Yes. We have managed to save most of your original body from the accident and for the most part, it’s in excellent working condition.” She paused. “…most of my body?” “Well, how about we just show you.” he replied.

He picked her up and brought her to face a woman in a hospital gown lying in a bed. That woman… had no head. “MY HEAD’S GONE!” she cried. The Doctor nodded. “Unfortunately… yes. You were in a car accident. A large chunk of metal collided with your head. There wasn’t anything left.” Danielle was speechless. “On the bright side, the rest of your body is in fine shape and very healthy!” I suppose you’re right… she thought. Danielle admired just how good her body looked now that she was looking at it from the outside. No wonder guys were obsessed with it. “But that’s not my body, is it?” “Oh?” he replied. “Yeah. I’m just a computer program that’s a copy of Danielle. That body belongs to the real Danielle. Who isn’t here anymore.” The Doctor crossed his arms. “Well, it’s your body now. You’re the only you there is now. At least, unless this phone gets broken. We have automatic backups turned on to save to a cloud if that happens.” He replied “how reassuring…”

“I think it’s time to take the safety protocols off. That what you can control your body and feel its sensory input.” The Doctor flipped a switch. All of a sudden, Dani felt a swell over sensory overload. She could feel touch now. It just felt like her head was numb. Because it wasn’t there.
Danielle the phone commanded the original Danielle to sit up in bed, and she did. She tried moving her hands around. It was weird doing this from afar. “Oh yes, I almost forgot. There is a docking station atop the neck of your body. You can place yourself on top of that and become a makeshift head of sorts. You can control your body from approximately 30 miles away however, provided the signal doesn’t get interference. Being docked will give you the most reliable results.” The cellphone headed woman stood up and tried walking. After a few clumsy steps, she got used to it. “Excellent! Now there’s someone who wants to see you.”

Danielle turned her phone to look at the door and in stepped her boyfriend, Sam. “Danielle! I’m so glad you’re alive!” he cried out with tears in his eyes. Danielle made her body cross her arms. “Sam. Were you behind this?” He nodded tearfully. “Of course. I couldn’t bear to lose you. I love you, Dani.” Danielle slapped him across the face. “Well, if you do, maybe you should have just let me die! I’m a freak! I’m not even the real Danielle. She’s dead… I’m just a robot copy controlling her headless body like a puppet!” There was a long silence. A pang of guilt welled up inside her. “I’m… I’m sorry, Sam. I’m just… I’m just getting used to this.” Sam smiled. “It’s okay, honey. I can understand why you’re mad. I just… I just didn’t want to lose my wife.” Something he said almost made a record scratch in her digital head. “Wait a second, wife? We’re married?” The Doctor interjected. “Yes. Your most recent backup was 6 months ago. All memories after that were sadly lost.” “I guess I have a lot of catching up to do…” a wellspring of emotion flowed up inside her. She wanted to cry, but couldn’t. She had no eyes. “I can’t… I can’t cry…” Sam hugged her gently. “It’s okay, honey. We have plenty of time to catch up.”