"Will!" shouted Megan. "Come here; I want you to see something!"
She heard footsteps coming from the front door. Sinking back into the computer chair, she waited patiently for Will to arrive.
Moments later, he did. "What is it, Meg?"
"Look at this," she said, smiling.
Will looked closely. "The Chroni-what?"
"It says," said Megan in a tone of voice that expressed just how skeptical she was, "that it can modify people in any way. You know, making them younger, older, turning them into animals or statues, that sort of thing."
Will raised his eyebrows. "And you got this where...?"
"Came in the mail," explained Megan. "Haven't the slightest clue who sent for it. Maybe your late uncle, poor man?"
Will nodded solemnly. "Or, on the other hand, it could just be a practical joke from one of those tech-junkie kids down the road. Though..."
"...what if it's real?" finished Megan. "That's exactly what I was wondering. I mean, it's unlikely, but it managed to draw a picture of me at this desk-" she looked again - "what the-? Is that you, too?"
"Can't be," said Will. "We're just imagining it. You can barely make out that image, anyway."
"So," said Megan in a soft, suggestive voice, reaching over to stroke his chin. "If this worked, what kind of use would we have for it?"
Will smiled, reaching to unbutton his shirt. "Why not that?" he said, pointing vaguely to one of the preset packages on the screen.
"Which?" continued Megan, one hand on the mouse, the other reaching to help Will with his shirt. "The talking horse option? The head-shrinking option?"
"No, the one below it," said Will, reaching over to stroke Megan's lap. They shared a brief smile as Megan selected the option. "I wonder what happens now..."
"It probably pretends to crash," said Megan, backing away from the computer and throwing herself to the floor. Will knelt down to join her there. Neither of them noticed the Chronivac beeping softly, indicating that it was about to begin the transformation...