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An email, from TransDem Labs. Moderator review on a quarterly automod review for incorrectly handled cases. Chronivac Device Hijack Counsel review. Some stuff about invasions of privacy, and a reality revision being provided to handle an erroneously registered installation damage.
Two CD halves, kept together as a keepsake, fused back together, before teleporting into an unoccupied CD drive. Installation, update...
"Welcome back to the Chronivac, Aidan!" a floppy disk assistant-popup said, having brutally replaced the paperclip assistant after months of inter-reality litigation about metamarket infusions. "Erroneous transformation detected. Reset to corporate baseline?"
Aidan was shocked at the sudden return. He hit the reset button provided, remembering...
Reality jolted, and Aidan suddenly felt a much bigger (well, normal-sized) penis acutely. Two branches of history rammed together with him at the crux, fusing together the events of those two worlds in his head, and...First thing's first, bar the apartment door with a chair. No unauthorized walk-ins or surprise keys from Bill, if they're coming in they're forcing their way in a lot more audibly. Second thing's second...pants down, and a mix of relief and faintly disappointment at the return of the larger tool. Third, update Chronivac settings.
Aidan thankfully found that the ownership settings had been autocorrected. No more bugged invincible pregnancies (what?), user awareness on everyone else off, lock to authorized user, enable device defenses, loss protection, suppress room bust-ins outside desired pornographic scenarios (what again, with a side of 'That really explains a lot.'), better user protection, enforced availability telepathy, accident-prevention preview, emitter range expansion, remote foci target, better globalization...
Floored, Aidan searched for a way to compromise his conflicting memories, and found it. Shapeshifting, actualized by constant Chronivac telepathy under enforced availability. He could finally change his dick size at will, with or without grabbing reality along for the ride. Setting enabled, saved.
He flexed as if in another dimension and willed his cock back down to the now-familiar nub, then back to its natural size, shifting between these two states at varying speeds and feeling various in-betweens for a compromise, even experimentally growing bigger...this new variety was mindblowing.
Enabling a few more safety settings and automated debug reports to avoid any stupid debacles, Aidan checked the view interface for what he could do to others now that his own shape was his to control and his room was nice and protected. Looking into other rooms, he assessed the situation. Mousing into command menus, a textbox allowed for various suggestion autocompletes. He could have Geoff invite him over for no reason, he could get the other situations under control by...
Building stats. Build mode, detail summary, owner...Bill.
Uncle Bill.
One timeline was full of unbridled hatred, the other just regular hatred. Both were pretty damn vengeful. So much bullying and bullshit, saved only by a heartless corporation issuing a bugfix of all things? Oh, no. Revenge time.
Aidan immediately set the ownership of the building to him, issuing a reality change for compliance. Some paperwork and real estate knowledge passed into his head, everyone except Bill aware of his sudden retroactive puppeting to sign away and hand over the keys...and Aidan took a moment to figure out what to do next.