Once upon a time Jeff, happy user of a Chronivac, set forth for an adventure, he was alone in his room when
the changed set in, his furniture and decorations fade away, as did the chronivac unit itself, although only
he could hear the narrator voice, but he had none until the story required it. His room then slowly faded into
a peasant cottage, complete with hay roof and humble if delapitated furniture took place, the space that took
his room, now took a whole house, the stench of farm animals filled the room. Finally Jeff clothes changed,
off with designer tennis, jeans and t-shirt. His shoes and socks disappeared entirely leaving his feet dirty
from going barefoot, his shirt changed into a large cotton camisole and his jeans turned into loose cotton
pants tied with a rope, both that has been obviously patched over time. His hair became a nest of messy dirty
blonde. Jeff took the shape of a medieval peasant farm boy, but not any farm boy.
''Wow that was a little more radical than I had hoped. Also I hoped that I ended up dressed as the Jack in the
stories, but this does seems more historically accurate. Is a shame I can't explore or talk until the story
commence''
"Jack come here!" called Jeff's actual mom that had been changed into Jack's mom for this story.
"Comming mom." said Jeff enthusiastically, as much as someone with an empty stomach can for that matter. "Yes,
ma." ''Ma, he I had never called her that''
"Jack I need you to take the cow and sell it for as much as you can."
"But ma!"
"Just do it. The old Bessy no longer gives milk. It will be better to sell her. At least it will sustains us
for a while."
With grief in his heart Jeff went outside and roping Old Bessie he set way to the market to sell it. ''The
grief is in my poor soles, no shoes or even sandals, why does this road has so many stones. And who new the
Chronivac could also replicate the feeling of starvation.''
He walked until he found...