What a Cnut.

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who shall be known during life cycle by the name Ross Douglas." Sssssccchhhheeed the disembodied voice from the speakerbox in the corner. (Until the voice crackled into existence the speakerbox had been playing standard elevator Muzak.) The room itself was like a padded cell minus the padding. A blank white floor (12' by 12') was framed by blank white walls and a blank white ceiling. The speakerbox in the top left hand corner of the room and the small raised platform that I was sitting on were the only things that prevented the room from being a perfect cube. I was naked, I was completely bald, I had neither nipples nor belly button and, most disturbing of all, I had no genitalia. "What the fu..." I began to say, but was interrupted by the voice from the speakerbox again. "Report for duty independent consciousness number 3-7-23-46." Repeated the speakerbox. I looked up at the speakerbox and wondered who independent consciousness number 3-7-23-46 was. Th...