Yasmin Fine was a quiet, shy girl. She was gorgeous, with back-length red hair, big grey eyes, pouty lips, and an incredibly slender 5' body. From a very middle class upbringing, she had a plummy English accent that only made her more adorable. She'd struggled with low self-esteem and anorexia, and today, she just wanted to stay at home in her big hoody and watch TV. When she went to pick up the remote, it looked different. Weird. Had her parents got a new remote? Her brother? Why?
Shrugging, she flicked through channels, idly wondering what to watch. Turning on the TV, she flicked through the channels idly, looking for something worth watching. As she did, her fingers accidentally grazed the big blue button. What did it do? Yasmin shrugged again, pressing the blue button and in a flash...
At impossible speeds she sped through a digital corridor, signals and waves and data swirling around her and coalescing until she found herself reconstituted, her feet setting down...