The cells were occupied, the system rebooted, and the program began again.
Two years ago, the President of the University had confronted Professor Wembly and his assistant Joshua about the amount of money they had spent on their project.
"I don't care, whether you haven't had time to properly test it, Wembly, I have bigger concerns. I need a football coach that can give us a winning team or the alumni association will have my head. Do you know how much money a winning team brings a school? If we had a winning team, I wouldn't be hear whining about your spending, now would I? I'd have extra money to throw at your projects and a dozen others too."
"Well, it might be possible for my project to help you, sir," Wembly said timidly.
"How?" the president said intrigued.
"Well, you see the subject in the User Cell becomes whatever the subject in the Object Cell wants, and then the new and improved User causes the subject the OC -er Object Cell to become the object that their new form requires most."
"Huh?"
"Well, I put a male rat in each cell. The male rat in the UC was transformed into a female rat in heat, and the male rat in the OC - well, I had expected he would become the ultimate male rat, but instead I guess the female was hungry, and he became a huge peanut log, which she promptly devoured. But if we put you in the OC, you could theoretically create the ultimate coach for your football team - uh, but well, then- Joshua, perhaps you can explain it better."
"Sure, why don't we demonstrate. President, you step into the Object Cell, and Professor Wembly into the OC," Joshua said shoving the objecting professor into the UC.
When the cell door clicked, Joshua said, "Now President Deere concentrate on a football coach."
"No, really, don't. Joshua, you mu-"
Coach Wembly stopped protesting. He was no longer a fumbling old fuddy duddy in a lab coat. He was a virile muscular man in a pair of coach's shorts and a skintight polo shirt.
"Now we need to win us some games," Coach Wembly said, "Josh, boy, open the cell door, and get me my-"
The president rubbed his hands in glee, "Yes, yes, you really d-"
He stopped as he became the user's new object....
Back in the lab, the computer was trying to evaluate Matt's wants with regards to adapting Luke to the desired User Form. Matt's biggest desire was to get out - but that wasn't something the User could be. It needed additional input. It sent a page.
In the Athletic Department, Coach Wembly's personal assistant Josh was handing him a list of stats for the latest winning game.
"We should have gotten two more touchdowns. Which player is most motivated, do you think, Josh?" Coach Wembly asked. His hand absently caressed the object which had been President Deere. Josh knew they would be taking at least a few players down to the old lab to retool them to improve the team. He swallowed hard, as his phone vibrated. The text alert was from the lab.