'Ahhh, race change, interesting choice.' Carol, the receptionist said. We walked the hall to a room with a plaque which said 'Race change.' Carol opened the door to reveal an impressive - looking machine, like one of these machines you would see in James Bond movies. She put me into a chamber, the straps felt tight around your body. 'Right, now we'll work the machine. Don't panic once the smoke comes in please!' Carol said as she pressed a few buttons. A white light fills your eyes, you pass out.
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