"If we can't redo this, can we at least change a few things to make it more bearable?" asked Mike with a hoping face.
"Sorry dad, your profile is locked. I programmed some assets to help you out before the transformation tho'." said Jeff trying to comfort his dad.
"What do you mean by assets?"
Jeff sat back to his computer and started to list it.
"The Chronivac offered a "basic senior asset pack" so I added it. It contains: glassess, hearing aid, walking stick... dentures!?"
Mike started to check his teeth and it was indeed not his original set.
"Oh boy... I don't even want to take it out now." his face getting more and more concerned.
"Where are my other "assets"?"
"Maybe in your room?"mumbled Jeff his adiea.
"What? Could you speak louder?"
"Oh sorry, try your room." said Yeff while turning towards his dad.
"Oh, okay that seems kinda logical..." with that said, Mike was springed out off the bed.
At least his mind wanted, his body not so much.
Jeff watches his dad waddling out of his room. as he left he turned back to his computer to double check if he could do anything to help his dad.
Thanks to his new eye sight and larger frame Mike managed to bump his belly in his bedroom door befor he could grab the handle.
"At least I will not hit my toes into anything with this in the way." exclaimed Mike half jokingly.
He managed to open the door by tilting his body to the side a bit.
As he entered automatically he turned on the lights and walked towards the night stand.
"Jeff was right." said while grabbing a medium thickness eyewear and a light gray hearing aid. The glasses seemed like it was recently bought and was waaaay thinner than other old people glasses, it seems like his sight was getting worse in not so long ago. Both asset seems
functional, but definietly not the top category.
"These looks cheap... maybe this is what the "basic" meant in the pack." exclamied while putting the glasses on and the hearing aid in.
"There was supposed to be a walking stick around here... not that I will use it, that is just too much." said Mike while looking around.
His hearth sinked in for a second and let out a loud scream.
Jeff rushed over almost hitting himself against the doorframe.
What happened!? asked Jeff in a concerned voice.
"I am glad we set up the no dieing from old stuff." exclaiming while grabbing towards his chest. "I might had a hearth attack."
"So what hap..." Jeff stopped his question because he saw it. In the bed was his father... the clone of his father.
It was creepy. The clone was in his dad's normal sleeping attire (tank top and boxers) but the problem was how was he in bed.
He was sleeping on his back legs pushed together and arms clesly to his sides. Like a lifeless mannequin.
"At least it is working... both the clone and the not dieing stuff." said Jeff relived.
"Tell me you found something."
"Sorry, nothing." said Jeff tilting his head down a bit. "Also tomorrow is school and it is getting late."
"Oh yeah sleeping might be a good idea actually." exclaimed Mike, approving the idea.
"Well than good night, tomorrow after school we will talk things over."
"Wait, wait. Can I sleep with you?" asked Mike with a very hoping face.
"What? No, sleep in your room!"
"There is no way I am going to sleep with creepy me." pointing towards his clone.
"That is a good reason, here is mine: even if I would not sleep in the bad you do not fit in a single bed anymore."
Mike stared down at his mid section.
"Yeaaaah, I forgot that part."
"Your options are the couch or young you." said Jeff while walking away.
Mike stood there for good minutes stroking his beard. Thinking about his options.