Don programmed the computer to restore little Ben's mental age.
Typically, a nice man, decided he wanted to have some fun at Ben's expense. He smiled, flashing his toothy grin at the little baby. "Here goes," Don said, activating the "mental restoration" function.
Ben's little hands continued to cling to Don's thumb as a weird sensation passed through his baby body. Suddenly, his eyes focused and he looked around the room.
"...the hell?" Ben thought. "Where am I?"
Don detected the look of dawning awareness in the baby's eyes.
"Hello, Ben," said the grown man.
Ben, astonished to find himself held in the giant hands, looked into Don's big face and felt creeping nervousness. He tried to speak, but only gurgled some baby talk.
"Don't worry, big guy," Don said. "You're too young to talk, but I have restored your mental age."
Ben realized how helpless he was. He had handed himself to the mercy of a complete stranger. He also noticed that he was completely naked and exposed.
Don had noticed that look on countless previous assignments. "Yeah, this software is far out, but you've got to use some sensible restraint."
He laughed at Ben's mortified expression. "But, if everyone did that, I would be out of a job, wouldn't I?"
Ben simply wished the guy would quit talking and restore him to his adult form. He tried to convey his desire, but was defeated by the gurgling syllables of baby talk.