The Hedgehog Theory - Day 1

The doctor reminded me that his name was Jivers, I had no idea if he was a personal friend of Welks or merely an employee. Whatever, it didn’t really matter, Jivers probably knew I wasn’t Welks but it was in his interest to have someone called Welks alive rather than to have to work his way back up. Good old inheritance laws, I was now Samuel Welks, multi billionaire owner of Gratackan, squeaky voice and big fat body. The last would go, though I’d had to be careful how I went about it. Jivers was able to fill me in on the details the shock of the explosion had erased from my mind, he was a loyal and trustworthy employee and soon found himself promoted rapidly up the ladder. Which was probably the reason he had taken the time to rebuild me rather than leaving my brain unit ticking in a pauper store. The luxury of owning a bodyshop chain allowed me to make significant modifications and I soon got myself in to a more agreeable form, oh OK less fat and squeaky. This all took time, a couple of standard years and I made sure I enjoyed myself to the full whilst doing it. I’d let Harry know that there would be some delay and that he was welcome to use someone else. But of course he came back to me in the end.
Hang on a minute, you’re a multibillionaire, richer than you’d ever dreamed, able to have anything your heart desired, how come you’re going to do some dangerous job for a tin pot fee? Well I had been rich before (admittedly not this rich) and rich doesn’t always cut it. The reason that I got into venturing in the first place was for the thrill as much as the money and now I definitely needed that thrill again.