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God, you hope this works.
<span class="mu-b">”Tetak, everything is in place now.”</span>
“Good. Jale, you need to stay by the machine. We have the sight, but you are the closest. I don't know if proximity is a factor.”
<span class="mu-b">”What am I supposed to do with the machine?”</span>
“You need to think. The machine can't just work on no information. It needs something to tell it what to do. You said yourself the Aristocrats can use it to transform into different things, right? So their minds have to somehow tell the machine what they want to become. Even hyper-advanced aliens can't possible be smart enough to know and memorize every single protein chain in every possible form they can become- so it has to interpret. That just makes logical sense.”
<span class="mu-b">”But I don't know anything about biology or... Cijan.”</span>
“But you do! You do know Cijan. You knew him as an adult and companion, and I knew him as a child. We know Cijan. The machine has to work from something. You must picture him in your mind- you must feed the machine something useful.”
<span class="mu-b">”I can't... I'm not smart enough to do that, Tetak. I'm not some genius psychologist or physician who knows everything about a person. I don't know any of this.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”It's ok Dad, try your best. We'll be here with you.”</span>
You lean against the machine as the doors close- the light hum that reminds you of your own time in that mechanical womb. So very warm and tranquil- a bit scary at times as you remember your own body changing, but the same thing is now happening an inch from you behind a strong artificial shell. You close your eyes and...
>Imagine a larger-than-life heroic figure
>Dwell on your memories of Cijan
>Get scared and see a horrible monster
