Broken Machine

I’m starting to get worried. A week ago my father presented his new invention excitedly to my family. He described it as a brain switching machine that could swap the minds and bodies of two people. My mother had already agreed to be one of the subjects, so my brother and sister and I drew straws to see who would be the second. When I got the short straw I didn’t take it seriously, a brain switching machine was science fiction. No way my father built one. My sceptisism remained as my father sat my mother and I down next to each other and put a strange helmet covered in wires on both of our head.