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You are so wrapped up in your own brooding over this turn of events that you completely tune out the discussion for a while. I'm stuck, you think. Stuck as a girl...stuck as an animal...just STUCK.
This voice in your mind is suddenly taken on by another voice. Sure, it says, your form is different, but be glad. It could be worse.
How? whines the pessimistic side.
Any number of ways, the optimistic side replies. After all, even if you do think in a more feminine fashion, you're still you, and still just as active as ever. You're lucky you got to be a tomboy; you could've wound up a ditz, for all you know. All the important facets of your personality are intact.
As you think about it, you realize that the optimistic side is right. It could be a lot worse. You cheer up, if only slightly. As your internal dialogue concludes, you realize that you've just missed a good five minutes of an important discussion. You snap straight in your chair and listen intently, trying to figure out what you missed. The various officials seem to be arguing about the spread of the nanobots. One irritable fellow is harassing your dad for exposing you to the nanobots. That's not right, you think. I've never been exposed to them. But then...how did I get them?
One of the programmers starts bickering with another about the "propagation" component. Isn't that the part, you think, that makes it act like a vir...wait a freaking MINUTE...
In a totally automatic action that surprises even you, you snap to your feet and yell, at the top of your lungs, "SCOTT!" Everything makes sense now. You've never been directly exposed to nanotechnology, but that kid is such a little sucker that he'd sacrifice a minor body part for the promise of a free GameBoy. Heck, if someone wanted to stick a needle in Scott, all they'd have to do would be to offer him a free Fudgsicle. And he came over that morning.., you remember. Dangit, you got the nanobots from Scott!
Suddenly you are aware that every eye in the room is trained on you. "Scott who?" asks Dr. Thomas.
You launch into a quick recap of that morning's events, remembering this time to mention Scott. "I think," you say, "that I must have picked up the nanobots from Scott. Could we check on him? He lives next door to me. I just hope he hasn't transferred this to anyone else."
Various officials all agree that this is an excellent idea. You are volunteered for this duty on the virtue of your being immune to nanotechnology. In two short hours, you're standing on Scott's doorstep...
Written by mrhappyface
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