Lynn waited until after dinner to take a closer look at the chronovac. 'Downloading Subject Data' continued to flash at the bottom. There seemed to be three tiers of menus. One with pre-programmed content for changes, one which accepted natural language, like Daniel had used, and a third which seemed wildly over-complicated for a silly toy; listing changes to chemical compounds, hormone production and absorption rates, percentages of body fat and muscle density and other things she didn't recognize, and that just under the physical tab. If it was masquerading as a medical encyclopedia it was doing a good job.
Under the 'Physical Changes' options in the first tier there were some which were predictable; changes to hair color, eye color, skin tone, height & weight, and some that were odd; metabolism, allergies, speech, carriage, focus, and temperature. A whole series of changes had to do with sexual characteristics. She smiled to herself, Daniel would probably stumble on these in no time, but really what harm could it do for him to realize women's bodies (and men's) came in all different shapes and sizes? She didn't object to him exploring his sexuality through the toy, it didn't work after all, and maybe they'd be able to have some serious conversations about body image and autonomy.
She blinked as the bar at the bottom of the screen disappeared and a new tab was added to the top reading 'Subject Data' She clicked on it and was rewarded with a list of attributes for a 28 year old Caucasian female with brown hair and eyes. Lynn frowned, she was in her mid 30s, shorter, and flatter chested than the 'subject'. Plus her eyes were blue, so it couldn't be referring to her. She kept scrolling past a bewildering section of biological minutia before getting to mental characteristics. The subject's IQ was 15 points higher than she'd ever tested, emotional outlook was expressed in percents for a number of emotions, most seemingly highly rated.
Lynn tried to scroll back up and accidentally clicked on a line under sexual responsiveness and discovered she'd changed the score to 38% She couldn't recall what it had been before, but after some experimenting she raised it to 88%, reasoning that if the other scores were in the 85-95% range this one probably had been as well.
She scrolled carefully back to the top and and looked at the description again. This couldn't have been something Daniel had entered, the option hadn't even been there when he showed it to her. She scrolled through the physical section more slowly, concentrating on the statistics and trying to build a mental image of the subject. When she got to the more prominent sexual characteristics she frowned. Taller than her, more athletic, bigger tits--she swiped at the line under breast size, reducing the subject to B cups. She'd like to do that to Daniel's prissy teacher, Eddie had always oozed charm around her during parent-teacher conferences for all that she dressed like a nun. And from what Daniel had said he'd been working his charms on her today during the science fair.
He'd never actually cheated on her, that she or her detectives could prove, but Eddie had certainly been sniffing around that 'Ms' Ellsworth while he and Lynn were together, and he'd leaped back into dating after their divorce. Recognition flared: smart, tall, busty, dark hair and eyes, dusky skin, whoever had entered these statistics might have been trying to describe Daniel's teacher. Lynn swiped the subject's breasts up to DDs, not caring that the 'subject' had only rated Ds before. Let her deal with heavy boobs and get a sore back flaunting them at her students' fathers, Lynn thought bitterly before reminding herself she was just holding a silly toy.
She jabbed at the screen, opening the physical changes tab. Lynn tapped on temperature, just to see what the heck that meant. After a few minutes she clicked back into the subject and found the matching section. Smart & busty was comfortable anywhere from 50 to 120 degrees it seemed. Lynn slid the bar narrowing the range. There, anything under 75 degrees would be chilly, and anything over 80 would feel hot. She imagined the oh-so-proper Ms Ellsworth getting armpit and boob sweat stains on her white blouses when the AC inevitably failed at school during the warmer months and smiled broadly.
She stopped herself from indulging in more petty alterations. If it was something Eddie had entered he'd know someone had messed with it, and if it was something of Daniel's... no. this degree of specificity was beyond her son. She finally found the option to cancel the interface.
'Save default changes?' Lynn wasn't sure what changes it meant, but she pressed 'Yes'. The large main button on the emitter glowed yellow, then green for a moment. 'Save subject changes?' She almost clicked 'No', then decided she wanted Eddie, if it was his doing, to know she'd seen his little wank file. 'Yes' she tapped, then disconnected the emitter.