The Chronivac
Jeff is a 16-year-old boy, he has short black hair, a natural brown tan and an athletic body. The teen is sitting in his room, playing a game on his laptop, when suddenly the front doorbell rings. Jeff sighs, since he is the only one home at the moment, it is up to him to answer the door. He pauses his game and heads downstairs, when he opens the door, he sees an UPS driver with a parcel.
``Good day,'' the man says, ``are you Mr. Jeff Davis,'' he asks, reading from a clipboard.
``Yeah,'' the teen replies.
``Please sign here,'' the man says and holds out the clipboard, Jeff takes the pen handed to him and signs. The UPS driver then hands Jeff the parcel and with a nod turns and leaves.
A confused Jeff closes the door and heads back to his room, he puts the parcel on his bed and steps back, ``I haven't ordered anything,'' he mumbles, ``who could have sent me this,'' he asks himself.
Jeff takes his pocketknife and opens the parcel, he takes out the stuffing and is greeted with a medium sized box. He takes the takes the box out of the parcel and his eye brow rises as he reads the title, ``The Chronivac''. ``What the freak is this,'' he asks out loud, ``it sounds like a game''. He takes the box with him to his desk and opens it, he finds a disc, a manual and a strange little box which has a red LED on the front.
Jeff opens the manual and reads:
``Welcome to ``The Chronivac'', if you have received this, then you are one of the few lucky people who have been randomly chosen to test out this new technology,'' it says, ``the Chronivac is a very powerful device, it is able to scan any living or non-living (inanimated) object and transform it into anything''.
``Rrrrright,'' Jeff mumbles, but continues reading.
``Be warned, that this device could cause serious issues in the wrong hands, so be reasonable and don't misuse it's power. Now, insert the disc and have fun''.
Jeff flips through the manual, reading how to set it up and what it is capable of, by the end of the manual, the teen has become more and more curious. ``Now I REALLY got to try this out,'' he says. He inserts the disc and attaches the little white box to his laptop camera, ``I rather want to try it out in a safe environment before I download the App-version,'' he says to himself.
After the program has finished installing, Jeff opens it and is greeted by the start page and a popup-message, which says, ``welcome to the Chronivac, as described in the manual, this program is very powerful. You might still be suspicious if it actually is able to do all those things, if you are: why not try it out''.
``Makes sense,'' Jeff mumbles, ``if I want to believe that this program is able to do all those stuff... I have to test it out, but on what,'' he asks. Jeff hesitates, ``I am not comfortable of trying it on myself, and I really do not want to use any of my belongings,'' he mutters. The boy looks around his room, to see if he can't ``sacrifice'' anything, maybe a old toy? One of his socks or other clothing? Or... should he... use himself?
