Chad couldn't believe how huge Karl was growing. Where was all his mass going?
"Yeah, Bonzo, bet you're trying to figure out how we got out of the lab and into this big empty scary place?"
Chad's mind was seething with fright, as his monkey memories tried to come to terms with its new reality, and Chad's weird memories. He couldn't believe that a tiny monkey's brain was overwriting his own.
At last it stopped. He tried digesting the new sensations he was feeling as he fell forward on to the dirt floor of the field house. Karl scooped him up and held him to his chest. Chad should be angry, but the monkey brain remembered Karl as friend, master, and he felt secure. Karl fed him a slice of fruit. Chad said, "Eep."
"Yeah, monkeyboy, I'd keep you this way, if I could explain an extra marmoset at the lab," he said gently stroking Chad monkey's rubber coated fur. I caught it on video, if you'd like to watch."
Still holding Chad in one hand up to his chest, he held up his iPhone, and hit play. Chad saw himself coated in rubber naked, and walking and then freezing stiff in the field house. Then Karl was there, and he watched as Chad's body shrank and morphed until it was a tiny rubber coated pygmy marmoset.
"Eep?"
"Yep, Bonzo, you used to be Chad," Karl confirmed, and he fed Bonzochad a slice of banana from the baggy in his pocket.
Chad was struggling to think through the monkey thoughts. If Karl had set the tablet down, and Chad could get to it, and - then what? He'd need Karl's password, but if - no, now what? Karl was saying bye bye to Bonzo?
"So Chad, I needed to change you into an animal in order to get your original template stored in the cloud. The device was designed as an organic converter to help with recycling originally. So paper can be reconfigured as wood, etc. Now it isn't cost effective to make pine, but rare woods like ebony or mahogany, well? Anyway stud, no I'm not going to change you into a wooden stud - at least not yet. No, you were a football star, but you have no idea what real football is, do you? You called it soccer and looked down on it, and instead played your brutish version of rugby. Well, American Football Season is over, and now you're going to discover the wonders of real football.. Not as a player, Chad, nor a mascot. Chad," he said said holding the tiny marmoset in both hands up to his face, he continued, "You will be the ball. I scanned the official "soccer" ball, and of course except for the tiny fragments of DNA that survived from the plant and animal components, it doesn't have dna. Anyway you should still have your faculties, Chad."
Karl set Chad down in the spot where he had changed, and picked up his tablet.
"Stay, Bonzo."