Jeff pondered what to do with the Word document.
If it was indeed working as possibly intended, maybe he had the capability of " rewritting " bits of his life, mostly to perhaps improve it. Give himself anything that he wanted, like a successful career, fame, beauty, smarts...
Or, and this is where his mind raced to the utmost, he could totally go wild, and change his being entirely : sizes, ages, genders, additional or even uncharted stuff, why not species if we were to go that far ? It's not like something such as that would actually happen, right ?
That last thought actually made him imagine weird scenarios. Deep down, there was some strange fantasies that only awaited to be compelled.
Could he, by example, become... a dog ? Like, the real thing ? Paws and all that stuff ?
He had to know. Jeff wanted to at least try this silly idea, before eventually moving on.
He read carefully the first sentence. Right after the statement regarding his name, he slightly added some basic words.
" I am a dog. "
He gave more thinking about it. He decided to be more specific.
" I am a male dog. A Corgi. "
Just a weird idea. Jeff figured it was only a test, so he allowed himself to put some stupid lines.
But he grew suspicious. What if it was actually working, turning him into a small dog, one that barks and goes on all fours ? Would he be as smart as a dog ?
He wanted not to take any chances at a potential typo, and wrote what he thought to be safeguards.
" I am a sentient and very smart male Corgi. I can speak a human language, notably English. I'm three years old. "
That was much better. Jeff decided to go along with that scenario, and even went as to improve it.
" I have a high IQ, and just graduated from a very top-notch university by taking online courses. My case is unique among the rest of humanity, but no one else apart from my family and me knows about that. "
Further down, Jeff added some small details, like being a bookworm, a tech nerd, turning his former family into his caretakers, and insignificant stuff that dogs kinda... do, like napping, playing, eating... Some pretty weird stuff in retrospect, that he brushed off as part of a fertile imagination raised with roleplay. Or anything for that matter.
And by then, it was done. Jeff proof-readed what he added. And with a satisfied smile, he raised his mouse towards the confirmation window.
He did, however, hesitate. Something was telling him that the Chronivac he had received was more than meets the eye.
" Oh well, " Jeff thought, " you only live once. "
The window was closed with an affirmative output.
Jeff blinked for a moment, unsure of what was supposed to happen.
His tail was wagging with anticipation.
" Hold on... " he commented out loud, " did it worked or not ? "
Ears perked in direction of his computer, he waited for a small moment. Then proceeded to move his paw on the conveniently-shaped mouse to browse for results. But to no avail. He was pretty confident that the Syncing Package did actually something, what would be the point of a useless feature anyway ?
Maybe it was his room that had changed. But apart from his large basket case, his walls adorned with graduations from high-school, college and Harvard - a crowning achievement for both him and his family - , his box of squeaky toys and his special library of giant and easily-openable books, nothing seemed stricking to Jeff.
" There must be something I might've missed back there... " he thought, right after scratching himself on the back of his head. " Let's try another thing. "
He slowly typed some commands, and surely enough, the Chronivac's backlog appeared. It was a great source of information for the total sum of alterations made within hours, but here... nothing.
Well, apart from some weird iterations where he appeared to have become a human at some point. Apparently before his very existence.
" No wonder it's only the Beta version of the Software. There's bugs like these everywhere ! "
" Jeffy-boy ! I have some snacks for you ! Do you wanna have some ? "
His foster mother's call from outside was compelling enough to draw his attention away. Snacks ? Of course he wanted some !
Even though he was panting at the prospect of filling his hunger with delicious treats, Jeff still towered his head towards the screen, hesitant.