Retro Regressive Syndrome

Who: Lawrence Trisees
When: Sometime around everything, I really don't know anymore :(
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Lawrence Trisees, the ship renowned, short tempered, brilliant
minded, commander and scientist, was not feeling like himself. This
self aware idea was easy to determine by the fact that almost five
hours ago he had been wracked with all manner of pain and torture -
the end result being that both his legs and his original arm had grown
back on his body. The fact that around these parts were located three
cybernetic replacements meant that he resembled a multi-limbed monster.
Trisees sat, alone, in the darkened supply room contemplating. He
was less than pleased with the situation and he needed to think of
just what he had done in a previous life that had given fate the get
go to mess with his life in ways that even the most clear psychics
would have had difficulty seeing.
"So I have three arms and four legs," he said. In fact its all he
had said since he'd arrived in the room. His new organic versions had
sprouted through the mechanical pairs, enveloping them into his flesh.
Aside from the slight black colour of the mechanic limbs, they
appeared to be fused to his body. Each limb could be controlled
separately as well, it had transpired, and he'd marveled at the
potential for increased dexterity. And the fact he could probably run
twice as fast as before.
However, something about it was deeply troubling him to the point of
illness.
Trisees felt sick to his stomach and nervously twitched his fingers.
His teeth chattered and he held his head in one of his right hands.
Two of his legs tapped their toes, whilst the other pair folded around
and hugged his body close. This problem would not go away easily, and
it would not be an easy one to solve.
"Where am I going to find clothes that fit?" he asked sadly, tears
welling in his eyes.
*
Trisees stepped from the room as best as he could, getting used to
the wibbly wobbly nature of having four legs to support his frame. He
scratched his head whilst using his free arms to steady his balance.
"This could take a bit of getting used too," he murmured, visions of
his legs tyeing themselves in a knot flooding his cortex. "I wonder
how it happened. Maybe it was the time drive. Time could have leaked
through the machine and due to our extremely close proximity to the
device it could have affected our internal time matrices with wild and
free roaming fluctuations. In which case we could have experienced
body rejuvenation or decriptation. In which case all three of us
might have been affected!"
He rubbed his chin.
"Hah, that's just too unbelievable."
He took a few steps gingerly forward, allowing his legs to decide on
their own how they were going to operate before he halted in his tracks.
"Of course! It's so unbelievable that it's true! I need to find
the others!"
He shook his fist determinedly and sped down the corridor as best as
his limbs would allow him.