You knew that time was running out and seeing that you have a greater chance of picking one of the positive transformations, you select the third option…In Minbari it says ‘Zha Valzha'bar Torr.’ Not sure what you’ve gotten yourself into…you press this option and look at the Minbari to see if you choose wisely.
The Minbari looks at your choice, but the one thing you’ve learned is that you can’t read the expressions of the Minbari…they are a confusing species when it comes to emotions.
The machines around you turn on and you can feel yourself being washed over with a cool mist that seems to absorb through your flesh and this causes a tingling sensation to run throughout your body. You try to ignore it, but soon you can’t escape the fact that you are shrinking. As you stand there, a horrible pain pangs in your stomach as your organs begin to transform. Looking at your hands, your fingers are shrinking, becoming smaller and sort of chubbier.
You do your best not to double over, but as you stare down at your breast, they too are also shrinking…not really spreading out throughout your body, but more like being regressed through the Tanner Stages of breast development until your chest appears male-like with two puffy nipples, also shrinking and loosing their stiffness as custom with adult life.
As you pass four feet high on average, your robe begins to sag to the point that its weight pulls down on your body. Your hair looses its grayish tone and turns a blondish brown color. Your scars on your hands from combat training seem to fade away as for flesh begins to become baby-soft.
You look up at the Minbari; you speak in a high, childish voice. “What’s happening to me?”
The Minbari does not answer, she just watches you regress until you stand no more then three feet, looking more like a six, maybe a seven year old. Still your bones crack and seem to be absorbed as your body shrinks, you limbs grow smaller and the first signs of baby fat appear on your arms, legs, and stomach.
Just about now, you finally understand what is happening…you are getting younger…like a fountain of youth; the Minbari’s technology seems to surprise you. You try to think of how the aliens could achieve such levels of science, but you feeble mind can’t comprehend this knowledge.
Soon you find that your mind is trying to interpret your surrounding with simple three and four letter words, while your imagination runs wild once again, creating monsters and childhood fantasies to run amuck. You look at yourself and can only guess that you must be at least four, maybe five years old and to your comprehension, you are still getting younger.
Soon, the gigantic robe swallows you up as you manage to pull the cloth around your body. You don’t know why, but you feel the coolness and decide that it might be wise to keep warm. As you look at your childish body, your baby fat has replaced all of your adult muscles and have portrayed you as a classical toddler who is about to convert into babyhood.
You want to speak out, but your mind can’t manage to make the tongue speak the words. You can only slur and lisp your words to the simplest four the three letter words, not really understanding what they mean. As you look out, the room your in seems to be endless. The roof seems to skyrocket to the heavens and the female Minbari, who stands over you like a giant. You’ve lost all perception in your vision, while your human brain begins to be inundated by the language of the Minbari, speaking only Minbari to you.
The noisy machines turn off and there you lay, on the floor as a perfect Human-Minbari hybrid baby of one year. You memory betrays you as all knowledge and compassion for the human race and earth are gone. You brain tells your eyes that the one holding you is now your kind…your people.