"Unh... Daryl?" your mom utters groggily. She blinks rapidly before looking at you. "It didn't work?"
"Apparently not," you sigh.
A few seconds of awkward silence pass.
"I guess we were being a bit silly," Mom says glumly.
"I guess," you say, looking at the machine's detailed instructions again. "But it seems like it could have worked, you know? I mean, it did feel like it was doing something. And these notes... they're not just a crazy person's rambling. Whoever built this must have been onto something. I feel like we could make it work, if we just knew how."
Mom looks hopeful, but not terribly convinced. "Well... we'll have another look at it later. Maybe your dad will have some idea of what to do with it."
With that, she leaves the room. Well, now what are you going to do for the rest of the day? You suppose you had better get the laundry done...
Wait, where did that thought come from? You shake your head. Were you really so convinced you were going to swap bodies with your mom that you can't help thinking about what you'd do as her?
With a sigh, you turn back the machine. Just looking at that futuristic marvel eases your feelings of embarrassment and disappointment. There has to be something to it... but you don't want to mess with it yourself, for fear of breaking it. You'd better find something else to do for now.
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