A Disappointed Man's Chance
Author note:
For this, I want to stick to the original rules. I.e. a limited range, inability to do inanimate tf, no reality alteration -- mental changes can only be done on the one selected target. And I would like for anyone else who branches off to follow these rules too. Also I imagine this set in the mid-2000s, due to the use of the CD, but I understand that can be a bit harder to follow.
Sam Alderman was a man who hated his life.
He was intelligent, creative, charming, passionate. He was decently educated. He worked hard, even when he was depressed (as he often was). And, for a forty-something, he was reasonably good looking, though his body was beginning to sag a bit and his hair was thinning and greying.
But he was poor. He had no money, no connections, no wealthy and generous family. He had busted his butt and taken heaps of debt to get through college. And despite his degree and subsequent decades of hard work, all he had to his name was an old car, an older house with more mortgage than value, increasing debts and a bottom-rung office job that barely paid the bills each month.
Oh, and a family. A resentful, conservative wife whose main contributions to the household seemed to be berating him for not being more successful and adding to their debt. An older son, 23, spoiled and uptight like his mother, frittering away his scholarship because he felt community college was beneath him. And a younger son, 18, moody and obsessed with video games and the internet.
Now, Sam was not a mean man. He was just bitter after years of abuse and disappointment. Surrounded by people who in his estimation constantly exploited him and let him down. Watching less-qualified people be promoted over his head because of office politics; watching his kids fail and his wife gain weight and lose love.
He didn't want to hurt anyone. Not really. Well, maybe a little. What he really wanted, though, was control of his life and the money and position to pursue his dreams. All he needed was one lucky break.
A chance.
A miracle.
~ ~ ~
"What the fuck is this?" Sam stared at the low, unassuming brown cardboard box on his front steps. He bent down, and grunted as he lifted it. It was pretty heavy for its size, it must have been some kind of electronics. Looking over it, all he saw was a small return label.
"TransDem Labs. Huh." They were a fairly well-known research company, said to be at the cutting edge of several fields.
He carried the box inside to the kitchen. A few minutes and some curses later, he had the package open.
"The fuck is this," he repeated. Definitely electronics: a rectangular black box, some sort of thing that looked like a cross between a remote and a handheld console, and a CD. And some cables. There was the smallest insert that listed off what was included in the box and instructions on how to set it up.
"'Chronivac Version 4.0,'" he read off. "'Test model. Emitter.' What the..."
It felt pretty suspicious, but everything looked genuine. He'd been handling company data long enough to know what to look for. But the terse claims made for this thing were fantastic.
Supposedly, it could transform animals -- including humans -- and let the user reshape them in any way they wanted. And TransDem had randomly selected him to test it!?
"If only," he snorted sourly. Things like this didn't happen in real life.
And yet.
He double-checked that everything was genuine; it was. This was a professional test product, he'd stake his career on it. Quite literally, as he lugged the thing into his tiny den/office (and sole haven from the menace that was his wife) and began hooking it up to his computer.
He plugged it in, hooked it up, and popped in the CD when prompted. After running his anti-virus software, he went ahead with the installation, and a little while later the program was "Scanning for Targets."
Voila.
"Oh my god."
Listed now were all animals in a 50-foot radius around him, from himself to a dog outside. Clicking on "Samuel Q. Alderman, human male" brought up a detailed list of information about himself, with slider bars and fields for numbers and text. He went to the window, looking outside to see that there was indeed a stray dog nosing along the chain-link fence around his tired back yard.
This is unreal. But it's happening. There's no way it should be able to detect that mutt.
He walked back to his desk, a smirk beginning to tug at the side of his lips. He could really use something like this. Fix up his flagging middle-aged body, fix up his family... Oh yes, plans were already forming in his mind.
He could finally achieve his dreams.
But first, he needed to confirm it really worked.
Who should he use as a test subject?
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