Jeff was trying to decide who to test it on. The device had already lit up with subjects in range including him, a couple hundred ants, a squirrel, a blue jay, six mice, and a dozen fish in the aquarium in the family room. His parents were out with his kid brother at parents night at the school. Fortunately, Jeff was in college now, and didn't have to deal with back to school night anymore. Now it lit up with a new subject. A car had just pulled up in front of Jeff's house. It was too early for the 'rents to be home. Jeff clicked on the subject.
"MALE"
"AGE 19" (Specs)
Jeff said, "Oh, right, I ordered pizza. It must be the pizza guy. Hm, this might work out after all." He scrolled down and read more stats.
"HEIGHT 6' 1" (Specs)
"WEIGHT 185#
"IQ 132 (Specs)
"NAME: Roger Aaron Corby
"Wait, not thee Aaron Corby from my high school days? Looks like the star jock is slinging pizza, must not have gotten that football scholarship. I wish I could see him before he gets to the door..." Jeff said aloud.
A sultry female voice said, "Click on the view subject in the upper right corner of the dashboard. It will display an unadorned image of the subject, while freezing him in an unaware state."
"Who said that?" Jeff gasped looking around the room.
"I am Krona, your Chronivac's AI Assistant," said the voice coming from the computer speakers.
"Thanks, Krona."
The jock pizza boy stepped on to the doorstep, and extended his arm to ring the doorbell, and he froze. He was totally unaware that for him time stopped. On Jeff's screen a naked version of Roger Aaron Corby flashed to life.
"Shit, it is Mr. All-American Jock, now what should I do to you?"
Jeff rubbed his chin, decided he'd think better after eating. He opened the door, and stared in marvel at the unseeing statue of a man in a pizza delivery uniform standing on his doorstep. He took the pizza off the deliveryman's left hand, and then turned out the porch light. The trees blocked the streetlight. With the door closed, maybe no one would notice his new living statue, until he was done. He closed the door, and sat down at the computer with a slice of hot pizza in one hand. He started to click on Roger Aaron Corby's "Specs" buttons.
"Whoa, the dude is a math/physics whiz, though his verbal skill are Neanderthal. Hm, Neanderthal? Maybe? Whoa, sexual preferences under IQ specs, and it's a sliding scale, guess stud boy is a little bit bi, wonder if...Ooooh, a sexual partners button," Jeff said as he read. CLICK. "Ooh, mostly girls but the assistant coach, and the receiver. Hm? Let's check dick size. Okay, respectable 5.75" circumcised. He unclicked the circumcised box, and watched the naked image grow a wormy foreskin. He giggled. He clicked that Aaron would be aware that he didn't always have a foreskin. Maybe he could convince jock boy that he was a clone with the memories of the original jock.
"Now maybe some improvements. Reduce body fat, increase sex drive, make penis a full six incher, make him a lot gayer, oh, and make him 6' 4" but don't adjust his clothing, and a few more things. Oh, damn, I've eaten half the pizza."