Error: Mass Conservation Laws Apply-Adjusting Selection Accordingly
What?
Ben hoofed it literally over to the mirror on the back of his door. His legs were Clydesdale hindlegs up to his
chest. His arms were disappearing into his changing torso. His horse butt had risen up his back. Ben balked.
Conservation of mass? A Clydesdale weighed a ton, but Ben only weighed a couple hundred pounds. What was 10%
of a horse?
Ben's nose started to grow, and a couple growths appeared to dangle like turkey wattle from his neck. Suddenly
his head dropped forward and downward. He stared out of the horse's penis. His odd fractional body didn't
appear with exposed entrails and bloody vessels. All had been rendered viable (even if it couldn't it). In his
horse's ass resided a heart, lungs, kidneys- all proportionally scaled down. He swished his tail. He was a
horse's cock and ass, and that was all. What duration had he set for this tf?
He was trotting back to the machine, when the door opened. It was Kit, stared in shock and then he laughed.
"I should have known you make a horse's ass of yourself with that Chronivac!" he said closing the door and
sitting down at the keyboard, "Lemme see what you did. AH! Aha! Oh, well, let's see if I can do anything to
help you, Ben."