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"Sure! Of course!" you grin. How could you miss out on an opportunity like this?
"Splendid. All I need to do is insert the microbotic filimental anabolic artifical intelligent into your body, and you'll be all set up." the Doctor, to your surprise, produces a glass of water and drops several pill-looking objects into it. The drink fizzes and becomes a deep, murky purple. The Good Doc plucks a straw from apparently nowhere and dips it in the fizzing drink.
"No syringes?"
"Like I said, it's come a long way." the Doctor produces his own glass - though his looks more like whisky or gin than water - and takes a swig. You grin, grasp the jar and drink deep. It tastes surprisingly good. Delicious, in fact! It's like sherbert and honey and sugar and chocolate and oh-so-many other delicious things. It brings back memories of sugar binges as a young boy. You smile at the Doc, happy to have avoided the excruciating agony.
"What next?" you ask, half-hoping he'll give you more of that delicious fizz-water.
"Well, instead of instantaneous and uncontrolled transformation, we can direct the microbe and make you look however you want for however long as you want. Imagine that - you could stay the same age forever. Plus you'll be immune to disease for as long as the AI remains inside. Once we've finished beta testing, it's going to be the hottest item on the market I'll make billions." the Doc sips more of his murky drink and gives an inebriated grin.
"How do you direct 'em?" you ask politely. You're not interested, really. But you're afraid he'll start singing pirate shanties if you don't say something.
"Remote control. With a speaker.. Yes.. And you talk into it.. And tell them what you want 'em to do. And if you want to go back to normal, click the red button. If you want a random body, click the green one. Good health." The Good Doc throws you a little black remote, with a speaker, a red button and a green button upon it. You pocket it and smile, knowing this is going to be the best summer ever.
"See ya, Doc." you walk out of the building, whistling and swaggering. You don't stop until you're back in your room (three blocks away, Mr Arrogance). Well, here you are, and what should you do now?
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