"Hey, roomie," Mr. Henderson said as he entered Dan's room.
"Mr. Henderson? What are you doing here?"
"Well, I realized that you've got a Chronivac when I saw you this morning, and it occurred to me that my industry is going the way of the linotype, so I need a new skillset for this digital age."
"Wait you know about the Chronivac? And you decided to go back to school?"
"Well, I'm too old to go back to school, but with the Chronivac you can make me young enough to go back to school. Now why don't you let me have at seat at your desk, and I'll rewrite my stats, roomie."
"Are you even enrolled here?"
"Will be as soon as I'm done with the Chronivac."
"And if I say, no?" Dan posited standing up to his full new height and sticking out his chest.
"Oh, I'll be using the Chronivac anyway," Henderson said pulling a taser gun out and firing it.
That's right you recall just before the two metal pins spear you and send 10,000 volts through your body. Mr. Henderson was laid off from his job after 25 years and had gotten a job as a security guard.
When Dan came to, he was lying on a bed in his dorm room, but he couldn't move. Somebody was typing on the keyboard at his desk, but it didn't look like the bald fat old Mr. Henderson that he knew.