It is not something he has ever done before; he feels air rush down his throat, filling up space in his chest, only to be expelled as quickly as it was drawn in. He gapes for a moment, taking wheezing, shocked breaths, eyes searching frantically as he scrambles for a status report—some kind of alert, a malfunction, a…
Where are his overheads? Why can’t he access his databases—?
He’s so warm.
Daniel slowly comes to look at his hands. They’re flushed with colour. He touches his face, slowly, blinking, feeling soft pores, a faint graze of stubble, and a lack of seams at his temples. His ports are gone. His hair is soft and loose and thick. His eyes are wet, and sore, and he blinks blearily.
He is human.
He is human!
Daniel grins broadly, shocked and amazed. He needs to tell Sergio, immediately. He needs to run. He needs to breathe. He needs to know who he exchanged this status with—but as he rushes up to his father figure’s office, he thinks he already knows.