As Bax was about to head out, Chris's mind suddenly took over again. Anybody could become a dumb jock, he thought to himself. Why not try a different approach? Why not become a super-rich, super-genius, super-glamorous "rock jock"? Sitting back down at the computer, Chris worked quickly, not wanting to have Bax's mind take over again.
Five minutes later, Chris grinned wickedly to himself. The revised Chronivac listing read as follows:
Name: Chris Sanderson
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 7' 7"
Hair Color/Style: Extreme Golden Blonde, Mega-curly-fro
Eye Color: Extreme Violet Blue
Weight: 550 pounds
Build: Extreme freaky muscular
Relationships: Multiple girlfriends
Sexual Preference: Straight
Penis Size: 10 inches soft, 14 inches erect, 7 inches circumference
Testicle Size: Giant Cantaloupes
Occupation: Physique model/Glam fashion model/Glam rock musician/Teen idol
Education: Gifted honors college graduate student, working on D.M.A. degree in music performance
Economic Status: Teenage multi-billionaire
Social Status: Teen idol worldwide
GPA: 4.5
IQ: 300 (super-genius)
Fashion Preferences: Extreme luxury vintage Western/80's glam rock/80's "big hair" glam rock/80's New Romantic/Visual Kei (Japanese glam rock)/80's Pirate rock
Net Worth: $50 billion US (world's wealthiest teenager)
With a flourish, Chris tapped the "Enter" key. Almost instantly, his whole world began reworking itself to a degree that even he had not expected. For a moment, he wondered if he might not have managed to overwork or overload the Chronivac's capabilities.
Five minutes later, he had his answer. He swaggered over to the biggest three-way mirror he had ever seen, and looked himself over. Everything he had put into the Chronivac had come to pass, exactly as he had hoped.
As he flung his enormous mane of big, brawny golden curls back over his mountainous young shoulders. He grinned wickedly at his incredibly cute, pretty, handsome reflection.
His father and manager poked his head in the doorway. "Ready to go, son? Your concert and webcast is in just over an hour." "Not to worry, Pops," Chris smirked, "it's only a mile from here." With that, he pulled a huge, wide-brimmed, "Cavalier"-style hat onto his head, and headed out the door to the "mega-stretch" limo that was waiting for him.