John had been silent while everyone else had been reacting to their new looks, staring at his hands instead. They weren't trembling. His calves and thighs weren't cramping. His heart felt good, strong. He stood up slowly, using the bed for balance at first, before letting go and taking an unsure step. His legs didn't give out; he didn't feel the room spin around him. After a moment he straightened up and finally looked at the others.
...I don't know what these other people had to end up as beasts and machines, but I'm glad I didn't have it.
The trucker interlaced his fingers and attempted to crack them... only to find that instead of popping, his fingers bent all the way back until his fingernails were almost touching his wrists. "What the hell is this?" he muttered quietly to himself as he pulled his hands away from each other. With a little effort, his fingers straightened themselves back out... and as weird as that looked, it hadn't hurt. He stared at his right thumb and willed it back; muscles and ligaments he hadn't previously been aware of easily shifted around, until his thumb was pointing toward himself. He turned his head as far as it would go and realized he could easily see behind himself. "This is some crazy shit, man."
A voice asking what they should do brought him out of his introspection, and he turned to it. "We all signed a contract that whatever they fixed in us, we had to work it off. I guess we just wait here and someone's going to come tell us what we gotta do." He smiled reassuringly. "Shouldn't take too long, so... just get used to your new self, I guess." And with that, he lifted his leg and hooked his ankle behind his neck as an experiment, just to see if he could do it... and he could.
John looked up at the intercom. "That settles that." He then turned to look at the holographic green... girl? "Speaking as someone who was going to die from his heart and lungs getting too weak to work, I'm happy with what I have. Sorry for your... loss." He made a vague gesture in the region of the holograph's pelvis. "If I remember right, that man's a Commander. I'm going to guess that maybe we're all test subjects for some new military secret programs. What do you all think?" John sat back down, elbows resting on his knees, and took in the others. "...Oh, and my name's John Christie."