Scan and Edit
Looking on might be an odd way of expressing how Craig's viewing the world at the moment.
He's not exactly seeing, but his surroundings are readily evident. They simply seemed bigger. Much bigger.
He tried, without visible effect, to move. His body seemed completely unresponsive to the commands he tried to send it with his brain. The polished side of the metal external drive to his computer captured a reflection that seemed to explain everything. What he saw through an odd pinkish haze terrified him as he realized that, thanks to the machine, the impossible was very much possible.
He rested on the flat surface of his desktop in the shadow of his computer's keyboard as a red gummy bear. The damn monkey's antics must have brought up one of the pre-saved options that he had scanned earlier. He didn't specifically recall a gummy bear option, but there had been thousands of them. He'd hardly had time to scan them all.
He groaned silently, unable to move his tiny gummy imprint of a mouth to form actual words. "I'm really fucked," he thought, examining the reflection of his roughly humanoid shaped candy form.
The full extent of his predicament became sickeningly clear when...
He's not exactly seeing, but his surroundings are readily evident. They simply seemed bigger. Much bigger.
He tried, without visible effect, to move. His body seemed completely unresponsive to the commands he tried to send it with his brain. The polished side of the metal external drive to his computer captured a reflection that seemed to explain everything. What he saw through an odd pinkish haze terrified him as he realized that, thanks to the machine, the impossible was very much possible.
He rested on the flat surface of his desktop in the shadow of his computer's keyboard as a red gummy bear. The damn monkey's antics must have brought up one of the pre-saved options that he had scanned earlier. He didn't specifically recall a gummy bear option, but there had been thousands of them. He'd hardly had time to scan them all.
He groaned silently, unable to move his tiny gummy imprint of a mouth to form actual words. "I'm really fucked," he thought, examining the reflection of his roughly humanoid shaped candy form.
The full extent of his predicament became sickeningly clear when...