"Is... this really a costume?" You stare blankly at the contents of the suitcase. Four red pixels hang in midair like a burnt-in spot on a computer monitor, intermittently flashing pink as if lit up from behind. You walk around it in a circle, and it appears to turn alongside you; if it has a "back" or "sides", you haven't seen it yet.
Dr. Vargas pipes in from above. "All you have to do is attach it to your body."
If you were ever worried about being in danger at any point, you've become numb to it now. With two fuzzy fingers, you pluck the square out of midair and drag it forward. Red, pink, red... it seems indifferent to your presence, not even obeying the simulated gravity and acceleration beyond directly moving it with your body. Your hands perform a small flourish as you push the pixels against your chest... and they stick right next to where your sternum would be!
{Compressing, 3% complete}
Woah, you feel... weird. Even weirder than before. Your movement is stuttering, slightly at first, but quickly reducing the waving of your arms to only the keyframes. You're having trouble seeing the individual hairs on your pelt-
{Compressing, 25% complete}
Were you... thinking about something? Everything's so distracting, like how you're shrinking even further, or how you can't feel your mouth, or-
{Compressing, 47% complete}
Minimal. Simple. Easy to read. A white pixel body, red pixel eyes, four pink pixels for a heart. All you need.
{Compressing, 63% complete}
All you need.
{Compressing, 79% complete}
All you need.
{Compressing, 91% complete}
All-
"OUCH. WHAT'S GOING ON?" You shake from side to side slightly as you regain your senses, but you feel yourself slipping every time you stop concentrating. Your voice is... not your voice, or anyone's for that matter. It feels like text floating above your head. You can "walk" by simply sliding across the floor, not that you can do much while shrunk down into an 8-bit form. This is surreal...
{Compression complete.}
"It worked! Totally lossless compression! Hey bunny, how do you feel?" The doctor sounds as if he's leaning back in his chair.
"I FEEL HORRIBLE, AND SCREW YOU. THIS IS TOTALLY UNNATURAL." Your hand touches your temple in a one-frame animation. You try to take a deep breath, as futile as it is. "WHAT'S EVEN THE POINT OF THIS?"
"The point is that I have a very specific task for you. Now that you're heavily compressed, you're a small enough file to do a little espionage. Here's my plan."