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Before deciding on any potential improvements,
you try to get a look at yourself in the glass reflection.
You can only vaguely make yourself out at all,
but the OBJ's description of you proves accurate:
A dark, soccer ball-sized eye with a red and cyan pupil is about all you can make out.
You'd like to retain some of that, you think.
Time to focus.
Your eye closes.
The species demonstrated for you sift through your mind
an internal sieve letting go of those that don't fit the vision of your new you
while the rest meld.
Something new.
You pull colors and shapes familiar to you.
Your mind imagines painting out the angles and smooth creases of the new body
like drops of dye in water.
Now to
pull yourself in
anew.
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Cool air blows across you
you feel it.
Your claw twitches.
Eye opens.
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The capsule you're in is open in half now.
You think about cracked eggs,
as you shakily climb your way out,
glancing at the two figures through the window.
"Hmm...not a bad choice.
I see you also lean towards a robotic look."
"Very... quite-
...tall...
Hm-"
The OBJ tilts their head,
looking you over.
"...Oh, I see!"
They put a claw to the glass,
tracing along it as they call out body parts.
"Spines along the brachia and shanks, likely from neuroths,
hull strakes along the underbelly from skippers,
a tauntamount hook,
chorosy filter... and likely explains the tail, too,
volare anatomy all around,
and likely others I'm missing at first glance;
you've ended up quite the chimera!
Fascinating!"
The OBJ continues to marvel at your form,
staring from behind the glass.
"You're able to identify all those different parts?"
The OBJ hardly hears him.
"...Hm?
Oh!
Yes, yes,
I've done some research on various species of Morbit specifically for this occasion.
For instance:
Did you know that karacels will coil their tails around other individuals as a gesture of affection?
It's quite interesting!
Typically, it's used for--"
"You're also staring pretty hard, you know.
Could make them self-conscious, remember?"
The OBJ takes a moment to process,
then backs up immediately, averting their eyes to stare at the wall instead.
"...Yes, you are absolutely right-
my stars-
I'm very sorry for the intrusion of privacy,
I hope I haven't caused any undue stress!"
They take a breath.
"...Well,
with you situated in your new body,
I'd like to prepare our side of the room for you to meet with us."
They tap a button on a small console you couldn't see before.
A stone table and a trio of matching, cushioned chairs raise up from the floor on their side of the room.
"If Jimmie gives the all clear,
I'll open the door between us.
...I hope it goes without saying,
however,
it does need to be said:
You may say anything you'd care to,
but please do not harm myself or Jimmie.
We - likewise - have no intent to harm you, of course!
But... some catalysts may - understandably -
find themselves overstressed or overwhelmed with emotions,
given existence isn't exactly a walk-in-the-park,
even in our first moments of it.
Violence has broken out, on exceedingly rare occasions,
and given catalysts can find themselves in incredibly-capable forms-
...I am placing my utmost trust in you regardless.
I hope you will do the same."
The OBJ takes a moment to collect themself.
"Jimmie, would you say we have an 'all-clear'?"
"...yeah, I think we're good.
Something tells me we'll be getting a friendly one this time."
The OBJ nods,
tapping another button on the console.
They take a seat at the table as the door slides open.
Jimmie walks closely behind,
but stands by his chair when he gets to it- clearly waiting for you to sit down first.
"By all means,
whenever you're ready."
you try to get a look at yourself in the glass reflection.
You can only vaguely make yourself out at all,
but the OBJ's description of you proves accurate:
A dark, soccer ball-sized eye with a red and cyan pupil is about all you can make out.
You'd like to retain some of that, you think.
Time to focus.
Your eye closes.
The species demonstrated for you sift through your mind
an internal sieve letting go of those that don't fit the vision of your new you
while the rest meld.
Something new.
You pull colors and shapes familiar to you.
Your mind imagines painting out the angles and smooth creases of the new body
like drops of dye in water.
Now to
pull yourself in
anew.
Cool air blows across you
you feel it.
Your claw twitches.
Eye opens.
The capsule you're in is open in half now.
You think about cracked eggs,
as you shakily climb your way out,
glancing at the two figures through the window.
"Hmm...not a bad choice.
I see you also lean towards a robotic look."
"Very... quite-
...tall...
Hm-"
The OBJ tilts their head,
looking you over.
"...Oh, I see!"
They put a claw to the glass,
tracing along it as they call out body parts.
"Spines along the brachia and shanks, likely from neuroths,
hull strakes along the underbelly from skippers,
a tauntamount hook,
chorosy filter... and likely explains the tail, too,
volare anatomy all around,
and likely others I'm missing at first glance;
you've ended up quite the chimera!
Fascinating!"
The OBJ continues to marvel at your form,
staring from behind the glass.
"You're able to identify all those different parts?"
The OBJ hardly hears him.
"...Hm?
Oh!
Yes, yes,
I've done some research on various species of Morbit specifically for this occasion.
For instance:
Did you know that karacels will coil their tails around other individuals as a gesture of affection?
It's quite interesting!
Typically, it's used for--"
"You're also staring pretty hard, you know.
Could make them self-conscious, remember?"
The OBJ takes a moment to process,
then backs up immediately, averting their eyes to stare at the wall instead.
"...Yes, you are absolutely right-
my stars-
I'm very sorry for the intrusion of privacy,
I hope I haven't caused any undue stress!"
They take a breath.
"...Well,
with you situated in your new body,
I'd like to prepare our side of the room for you to meet with us."
They tap a button on a small console you couldn't see before.
A stone table and a trio of matching, cushioned chairs raise up from the floor on their side of the room.
"If Jimmie gives the all clear,
I'll open the door between us.
...I hope it goes without saying,
however,
it does need to be said:
You may say anything you'd care to,
but please do not harm myself or Jimmie.
We - likewise - have no intent to harm you, of course!
But... some catalysts may - understandably -
find themselves overstressed or overwhelmed with emotions,
given existence isn't exactly a walk-in-the-park,
even in our first moments of it.
Violence has broken out, on exceedingly rare occasions,
and given catalysts can find themselves in incredibly-capable forms-
...I am placing my utmost trust in you regardless.
I hope you will do the same."
The OBJ takes a moment to collect themself.
"Jimmie, would you say we have an 'all-clear'?"
"...yeah, I think we're good.
Something tells me we'll be getting a friendly one this time."
The OBJ nods,
tapping another button on the console.
They take a seat at the table as the door slides open.
Jimmie walks closely behind,
but stands by his chair when he gets to it- clearly waiting for you to sit down first.
"By all means,
whenever you're ready."
