Jeff frantically tried to fix the Chronivac - this was not what he wanted! But he struggled with the control device, mashing the broken buttons, hoping to change something.
Nothing.
He tried tapping keys on his keyboard, hoping to control things that way.
Nothing.
He frantically mashed the keyboard and the buttons on the Chronivac at the same time, hoping for something. Slowly, he closed his eyes, sighing in defeat. Just as his hands hit the right keys, in the right way, to bring up yet another random cop type:
"Tough SWAT Cop", the screen read. Yet Jeff didn't see that, or any of the dozens of other options that were selected by his random striking of keys. Instead, he felt a tremor run through his body. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at the screen in surprise, noting that new changes were being applied...
Jeff's body began to change. His gut receded, and his muscles became thicker and larger, big firm balls of muscle. His uniform changed to black, and various pouches and pockets grew from it, full of tools and weapons. He took deep breaths, his body filling out, thick muscles tight under his SWAT uniform. Slowly he stood, and looked at the readout on the screen:
Jeff Smith, Officer
- 24 years old
- 6'2"
- 285 lbs.
- 7% bodyfat
Numerous other boxes were checked or unchecked as well, and other sliders had been changed. With a shock, Jeff realized that he now had a good grasp of assault tactics, as well as expert familiarity with numerous weapons and bits of equipment. He remembered getting out of the Army and joining the police force, and quickly making SWAT. He was a rookie on the squad, but the biggest, strongest one there was. He walked across the room, and looked in the mirror. He looked good, he thought. Certainly better than the butterball he'd been a few minutes ago. As he was admiring his new reflection, a call came over his radio, ordering him to report to the station.