But now that Aidan was in his new form Mark thought about his next steps. What to do? He had no equipment for a baby at home, not having needed it before. He would need said equipment and someone to look after Aidan when he was in his classes. The second part could his mother do, maybe he would need to adjust her age later or at least her fitness for caring for a baby. And for the equipment he could use the stuff Aidan had, just like the chronivac had already started before he stopped it. That gave him another idea to torture Aidan further.
Opening his own profile he gave himself the ability to hear Aidans mind and reading his memories. That way he could enjoy Aidans misery more and find the things of his he liked the most to change them.
But he would need to look around the flat to find said things, and he didnīt want to leave Aidan alone with free reign. So first things first, he put the chronivac on text input again after entering the password for Aidans profile and started with "Aidans old bed is his new, empty playpen".
Mark watched at Aidans old bed in the next room, looking ready to fall apart changed. The two pillows and blankets on it fell off while the mattress thinned and got smaller. The wooden frame shrunk with the mattress while the slatted frame sunk down, nearly reaching the ground as it turned into a full wooden board beneath the mattress. The frame then split in the middle, one part growing upwards while between the frame developed wooden bars. In the end all surfaces rounded themselves to safe the resident from injuring himself.
Mark then took Aidan from the ground to sat him inside the playpen, while Aidan mentally screamed: "Donīt put me in that cage like playpen, I donīt want to be imprisoned more than I already am." Mark just laughed a bit. "There, now you wonīt hide yourself somewhere while I look around a bit more."