This choice: Lisa's sister Jenny opens the door, the 16 year-old gymnast • Go Back...Chapter #4Jenny, Jenny, Who Can I Turn To? by: Unknown Standing in front of you is Lisa’s younger sister Jenny. You’ve met her a few times -- she’s 16 years old, and is living with her 20-year-old sister so she could continue at the same high school after their father’s job transferred him to a different state. You know she’s a star in gymnastics and maybe some other sports, so that might have something to do with it.
She’s about your height of 5’6”, with medium-length blonde hair that she has tied back in a ponytail. She must have just been exercising or something, since she’s wearing yoga pants over a leotard, looks a bit sweaty, and has a towel around her neck.
“Oh, hi, John,” she says. “Are you looking for my sister or Cody? I think they’ll be home pretty soon.”
“Actually, you’ll do,” you say with a grin, and hold up the jug of orange liquid. “I’ve developed this energy drink that I was hoping you could test.”
She eyes it a bit suspiciously. “Like Gatorade?”
“That was from a different university, but, yeah, I worked on it in the chem lab at school.”
“Okay, come on in,” says Jenny. “Let me get a glass or something.”
You follow her to the kitchen at the back of the townhouse, where she grabs a plastic tumbler out of the dish drainer next to the sink. You put the jug down on the counter, and she pours a cup’s worth.
“Bottoms up,” she says with a shrug, first sniffing the contents of her cup and then downing it quickly.
She makes a face. “The taste isn’t quite --“
You see her body suddenly ripple, for lack of a better word, and then return to normal.
“Holy shit!” she exclaims, and then claps her hand over her mouth.
“How do you feel?” you ask.
“How do I feel?” she repeats, now talking faster and pacing across the kitchen. “How do I feel? I feel great! It’s like I suddenly got this infusion of energy. I was just exercising for half an hour, but now I can hardly feel it. If that stuff was supposed to be orange flavored, it didn’t really taste like it, but who cares? If that stuff works like this on everyone, you’ll make a million bucks! Or does the school make all the money? There’s not some kind of drug in there, is there? Oh, wow, I just feel so -- alive!”
She finally stops talking and walking and raises her hands, fists clenched. She hadn’t put down the plastic tumbler she’d been drinking out of. It’s now a squashed, misshapen lump of plastic clutched in her hand. She squeals and drops the unidentifiable object, which clatters to the tile floor.
“What happened?” she asks. “Did I hulk out or something? I don’t look green. What did that stuff do to me?”
“Calm down,” you say. “That was a formula designed to make someone omnipotent.”
“Omnipotent? You mean have someone be able to do anything?”
“Yeah, try something,” you suggest. “Just think of it, I guess.”
She looks down at the floor. The discarded piece of plastic reforms itself into the drinking vessel it had been two minutes ago, then floats up and sets itself neatly on the counter.
“But how could just drinking a liquid...” she starts to ask. Her eyes widen, and she continues, “Oh, so there are molecules in a quantum state of uncertainty in suspension, and they reacted with the inside of my body to -- how do I know this?”
“Omnipotence includes omniscience,” you point out.
“So I guess I’m super-smart now?”
You nod. “But that’s just the beginning. You can do a lot more than crushing and un-crushing plastic cups. I mean, you could change yourself -- like turn yourself into the world’s best gymnast or something.”
“Tempting, but that seems like it would just be cheating, and wouldn’t end up being much fun,” she says. “Although what I could do --“ She looks down at her 16-year-old body, a bit gawky and awkwardly curvy. “I guess I could shrink, or just make myself younger. I’d be better at gymnastics if I had, like, a 12-year-old body again.”
“Go for it,” you say, a bit eager to see the results of your formula in full effect.
“On the other hand,” she says, looking back down at her body, “maybe I’m tired of gymnastics and want to try something different.” She looks up at you with a smile and says...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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