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Draxis: Nerd
🕑 Added 2020-11-06 18:01:02 +0000 UTC“Look bro. I just need to be smarter so I can pass my test.” Hunter said as the lady in white sat down across from him. “Can your fancy chip do that?”
“Draxis can do anything.” She smiled. “All I would need is your signature.”
“Bro I’ll sign anything if I can pass my test.” Hunter said. He was a large muscular man, he had gotten into college on a football scholarship, but was in danger of failing. He was wearing a red cut off to show off his muscles.
The lady in white slid a paper over the desk. Hunter looked at it for a few seconds and then signed it quickly without reading it.
“Follow me.” The lady said smiling as she always did. She led him to a mostly empty white room, only 4 things in the whole room. A desk, a computer, a chair, and a weird robot.
“Whoa what’s that thing.” Hunter said.
“Please sit.” The lady motioned to the chair in front of the robot. “You may experience a brief period of memory loss after the chip is installed. That is perfectly normal. “
Hunter sat in the chair as the lady began to type on her computer. He heard the machine behind him whirl to life and felt a prick in his neck.
Hunter woke up in his dorm room. Several books opened around him. He looked at the time he needed to leave right away for his exam. He threw on a shirt and ran out the door. As he sat in class ready for his exam, he couldn’t help but notice how much more loose the T-shirt felt.
He began his exam, breezing through it finding the information easily coming to him. He turned in his test before anyone else and left the room.
Hunter walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He looked so skinny. His muscles look like they had shrunk so much. He walked back to his dorm room staring into his mirror for hours, it looked like he was getting skinner and skinner by the minute.
*Ping*
Hunter looked at his phone, a notification from Blackboard. He’d normally ignore it, but tonight he couldn’t help it. It was the grade from his exam. He quickly opened the notification.
“Mid-term 90% Professor comments: Good job Hunter!” The notification said.
“Only 90%?” He thought. “Man I better get to studying.”
As he went to study again he caught a look at himself in the mirror, a large red cut off barely staying on his skinny body. For a second he thought he should be large, muscular, but he quickly shook it off.
“What am I wearing?” He said. “I need more proper clothes. No one would hire me looking like this. I’ll get new clothes after I study.”
