They grinned expectantly, as Erik typed.
He first selected himself as the subject one, and immediately all his vital stats lit up the screen.
"Erik Neville Leander
"Aged 20 years, 21 hours, 48 minutes and 02 seconds. The counter clicked 20 years, 21 hours, 48 minutes and 03 seconds...
"Life Span 24 years, 1 month, 15 days, 13 hours, 36 minutes, and 30 seconds ( plus or minus 2 years)*
Life span? Only three more years, plus or minus 2? Erik's eyes widened. He hurriedly clicked on the asterisk.
LIFE SPAN is only an estimate, and does not take into account accidents, though it does note patterns than can increase likelihood of accidents such as repeated excessive alcohol consumption. Erik instinctively pushed his fifth glass of beer away, then pulled it toward him again for reassurance.
The most likely cause apparently would be a heart aneurism. There was a repair option, which he quickly selected.
"Something the matter, Erik?" Ricardo asked with concern in his voice, as he noticed his friend's demeanor change.
Erik smiled, "Nah, just really detailed, I had no idea my sperm count was so high." He said randomly selecting a stat from farther down the screen. He scrolled back to revised life span it now read "97 years, 3 months, 22 days, 6 hours, plus or minus 77 years*". He clicked on the asterisk. Cause of death now read probable organ failure, but the plus or minus 77 was explained by the inherent risks of owning and using a Chronivac. Among the specific examples cited was changing oneself into a banana and being eaten. Erik thought to himself, "Definitely, no fruit. Ricardo and company aren't eating me."
He then typed his new body stats, he was going to turn himself into a six foot four inch tall, tanned muscle god with just the right dusting of body hair, dreamy purple come hither eyes, a pheromonic scent that would make anyone within range horny, a foot long penis, and balls the size of handballs. He grinned, as he hit execute.
"SAVED PARAMETERS LOADING"
Subject One: PROPERTY OF RICARDO ALEJANDRO RODRIGUES, PHILLIP JOHAN RICHTER.
"Wait Saved Parameters? What the fuck, Ricardo, Johan? Wha-"
The Chronivac lock froze Erik as his body began to change. He saw the data moving across the screen. He felt each change as it was happening. His buddies were watching in total awe. His black highlighted hair was now platinum blonde, his eyes must have become dreamy from the way the two looked into them or maybe it was his new pheromones. He wanted to wince, as his penis and balls grew too big for his tight skinny jeans. Definitely buying those with a skosh more room next time, depending on what his new owners programmed into his future existence.
"Well, Erik, come on. Did you really expect we'd spend all our money on a Chronivac for you without making sure we benefited?" Johan asked.
"But it is your birthday, so we set to make your changes first," Ricardo said.
"Well, also because if any of the changes you made conflict with what we want, our list will correct it," Johan added.
"I do like your hair and eye choice, but we opted for a bigger mouth," Ricardo said.
"So you can give us both blow jobs at the same time without too much discomfort," Johan explained thoughtfully.
Erik so badly wanted to glare. He felt a tingling on his right pectoral, then it started to sting and itch. The screen was saying "RR" tattoo, ref image 1.
Ricardo Rodrigues? No Richter-Rodrigues. They were marking their property.
Brand Right butt cheek with "RR" brand, ref image 2.
A sudden burning sensation, the smell of burning flesh, Erik made an odd screaming noise as air rushed out of his lungs and over his frozen vocal chords, tongue and through his clenched teeth.
Johan and Ricardo bumped fists, and said, "Branded."
Brand