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“Sounds good Carter. Now…what to do to you?” You think aloud, genuinely unsure.
“I’d always wondered what I would be like a few years older…” she tentatively suggests.
You give it some thought. That would be a good change…
“Honestly, I think that’s the move,” you say. “How about we make you…24? Yeah, 24! And we’ll make it a retroactive change too!”
Without hesitation, you get to typing:
SUBJECT: CARTER WALLACE
RETROACTIVITY: ON
NOTICE CHANGES: ON
/Increase AGE from 19 to 24/
Upon confirming the change, you are temporarily blinded by a bright white light. When you regain your vision, you are shocked to see what Carter has transformed into just by aging her up. Her trademark short hair is now longer, cascading past her shoulders. Her face, while still youthful, had a calmer, more mature look, and you can spot hints of wrinkles, too. The makeup she has on is a little more muted, though her nails are now perfectly manicured. Her yoga pants are now a bright pink dress, and she is sporting sandals on her feet and loads of jewelry and a pair of sunglasses as accessories. Also, hanging off of her left arm is a large and expensive white purse; it looks like she was about to leave the house to go shopping.
“Holy shit…this is just weird…” she murmurs in a deeper voice, looking very confused. “My hair…my clothes…my face! I feel so…so…”
“Old?” You interject.
“Shut up! I’m only 24!” She asserts. “Oh fuck! I just said 24 without even thinking twice! My m-memory is all discombobulated… as if I remember being older…”
“That’s because you do,” you explain. “It’s a retroactive change. You were born a whole six years earlier now, so your life is completely different, and you remember it being so.”
“Not going to lie, that is pretty cool,” she confesses. “It’s just so odd…this new life and all…”
“Well what’s different?” You ask.
“Let’s see…I’m out of college now, for one, and I work in the city. I have a boyfriend…Ian…and we share an apartment. I never got into yoga, I was never the best student, my parents got divorced, and I preferred my hair longer. Oh, and I never met you. Trust me, there is a lot more…a LOT more, and-”
“I get it, Carter,” you say, cutting her off again.
“It’s rude to interrupt,” she scolds. “But I have to say that as cool as this is, I don’t think I can handle two lives in my head.”
“I’d always wondered what I would be like a few years older…” she tentatively suggests.
You give it some thought. That would be a good change…
“Honestly, I think that’s the move,” you say. “How about we make you…24? Yeah, 24! And we’ll make it a retroactive change too!”
Without hesitation, you get to typing:
SUBJECT: CARTER WALLACE
RETROACTIVITY: ON
NOTICE CHANGES: ON
/Increase AGE from 19 to 24/
Upon confirming the change, you are temporarily blinded by a bright white light. When you regain your vision, you are shocked to see what Carter has transformed into just by aging her up. Her trademark short hair is now longer, cascading past her shoulders. Her face, while still youthful, had a calmer, more mature look, and you can spot hints of wrinkles, too. The makeup she has on is a little more muted, though her nails are now perfectly manicured. Her yoga pants are now a bright pink dress, and she is sporting sandals on her feet and loads of jewelry and a pair of sunglasses as accessories. Also, hanging off of her left arm is a large and expensive white purse; it looks like she was about to leave the house to go shopping.
“Holy shit…this is just weird…” she murmurs in a deeper voice, looking very confused. “My hair…my clothes…my face! I feel so…so…”
“Old?” You interject.
“Shut up! I’m only 24!” She asserts. “Oh fuck! I just said 24 without even thinking twice! My m-memory is all discombobulated… as if I remember being older…”
“That’s because you do,” you explain. “It’s a retroactive change. You were born a whole six years earlier now, so your life is completely different, and you remember it being so.”
“Not going to lie, that is pretty cool,” she confesses. “It’s just so odd…this new life and all…”
“Well what’s different?” You ask.
“Let’s see…I’m out of college now, for one, and I work in the city. I have a boyfriend…Ian…and we share an apartment. I never got into yoga, I was never the best student, my parents got divorced, and I preferred my hair longer. Oh, and I never met you. Trust me, there is a lot more…a LOT more, and-”
“I get it, Carter,” you say, cutting her off again.
“It’s rude to interrupt,” she scolds. “But I have to say that as cool as this is, I don’t think I can handle two lives in my head.”
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