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You pull out the UNMARKED VIAL. It's filled to the brim with a thick, chunky yellow-greenish fluid that reminds you of vomit moreso than A-Energy. Probably because it hasn't been properly stored in an A-ENERGY BOX. Oh well. You don't feel like spending another syringe of ICP on yourself so down it goes.
You have to hold your nose shut while chugging down the foul mixture and even with that, it tastes horrible and it burns going all the way down. Once every bit of the vial is emptied into your gullet, you throw the god damn vial against a wall. You immediately rush to the bathroom to wash it down with tap water. God, it's probably laced with lead but you don't care at this point.
The taste of battery acid and warm, spoiled milk clings to your tongue no matter how much you drink. Feh. You hate this.
>-1 UNMARKED VIAL!
You stumble back to your bedroom before the vial fully hits. You sit down on the floor and crisscross your legs before closing your eyes. You have to focus now. Even as time passes, your body begins to burn up. Starting at your toes and going all the way up to your antlers, the worst burning and itching sensation you have ever felt in your life floods every inch of your existence.
Even your vision isn't spared. Swirls of greyish blues, dark browns, pale violets, forest greens, bright oranges, vivid whites, and a number of other colors assaults you even with your closed eyes. Yet you focus on one specific color. Bright pink. Your color. Your existence. Your mind begins to fracture...
>27! PASS!
Only to start blooming into a brand new flower. You begin to relax, letting all of the unpleasant sensations flowing through your body fade away. Your vision is quickly flooded with a bright pink hue as suddenly, it all clicks for you. For the briefest of moments, you don't have to think. You don't have to worry. Your mind washes away into a primordial soup.
It's short lived however. The moment you open your eyes, it all washes away. You're still Nicole Smith. You're still in a shitty low income apartment. You still have a job to do. It would've been nice if you could just let yourself be awashed into the primordial soup but eh.
You can't wash your ego away that quickly. You just won't let it happen. Not yet.
As you get up, you notice that your body feels weird. You can't quite see what changed about you yet given you're still wearing your jeans and COMBAT BODYSUIT from yesterday. You'll deal with whatever weird mutation you got later.
>NEW POWER UNLOCKED! YOU'LL GET TO CHOOSE WHICH ONE LATER!
You pull out your cellphone and dial a very familiar number. The moment the call connects, you mutter out your order. "Sukane. You know what I want, take the $450 retroactively or whatever weird shit T-Corp does."
"Ah. Finally getting to the point." Mr. Sukane sounds oddly happy as you feel time begins to twist in on itself. For anyone else, this might be a seamless process but you're getting more and more attuned to this procedure.
