Fix This (Me)

Sam blinked at her, confused. Had he said that? He certainly didn't remember it - and he supposed he could fix it himself, but it would be a long and humiliating process which would take a long time and could be reversed without enough practice. Asking Remi to make another upgrade seemed silly when the Voice had the power to help him and he wasn't sure how comfortable he'd be making it. "O-oh. Um. Well...I'm...s-sorry. For that. I don't re...remember saying it. But I can't fix th-this. And you said you c-could." He tried to think about why he had wanted to change his voice now and why he'd said no the last time so he could give something a little more like a satisfying explanation. "I ...gu-guess maybe I thought I could...gr-grow to love my v..voice as it w..was. But n-now I think it...m-might be better. If I can...ex-express myself. Properly. It's not...it do-doesn't have to be a part of me. And...I was th-thinking. Maybe...Ascension is actually..good. Because you can ch-change. As you like." Samuel Well he's torn himself to pieces and each night he feels the itch To grab the needle, thread and scalpel. He'll gather, slice and stich And he'll build a brand new person where the current person sits Until he's nothing but a patchwork of other people's greatest hits