Unbeknownst to all, the chronivac was working, slowly but surely, in the background. The failsafe operation had gone smoothly, but such a major change had triggered the machine to begin an error checking process in the background.
In this reality, Brad Rivera-Walters had always been a fly.
In fact, if this fly was ever to become a human, Brad-Rivera Walters would be the profile the chronivac would use to make such a thing happen. In this reality, all of Brad's life was currently saved as a preset on the machine - his physics knowledge, his body type everything all existed only in a custom attribute field on the chronivac.
Error check: 15% complete.
Flies don't come from thin air, however. While the chronivac was capable of spontaneous generation (buried in deep menus and subfolders) this fly had a bloodline.
"Eres bueno, papi?"
The car ride from Mark's place had been uncomfortably silent. Once the absurdity had worn off, both men were left with a sense of unease over the whole situation.
"No." Jim shook his head. "Eso fue jodido. Algo estaba mal en esa casa."
Sal nodded, staring out of the passenger side window. "Yeah..." he began. "Yeah, it was. I'm having a hard time shaking it."
Both men shuddered at the same time. Error checking 16% complete.
Sal watched as his father hit the right turn signal, pulling into the parking lot of a nearby restaurant.
"Mark was supposed to make dinner," Jim grunted, pulling into a parking spot and setting the emergency brake. "I can't believe it. A fucking fly.."
He absent-mindedly scratched at his arm, where inhumanly thick, black wiry hairs were beginning to push through his skin. Glancing at his son, he motioned at the door. "Let's go inside to talk."
Sal nodded, rubbing at his eyes.