Angie tried to calm herself, she had to focus. To be as careful as possible with the power in her hands lest she cause irreparable harm. Knowing the danger her first thought was to increase her intelligence and make herself smart enough to solve the problem. But Angie had read enough books and seen enough television to know that people with vastly superior intellects become disillusioned with the world, indifferent to human beings who they see as little more than ants or else turn into megalomaniacal dictators who enslave the planet. Angie spent a good twenty minutes trying to think through every aspect of her next recording, to plan against any possible mistake or gap in her reasoning. Eventually, and with no small amount of trepidation, she pressed the button.
"This transformation happens right now and does not affect the past. I am incredibly smart, ten times smarter than smartest people who've ever lived. In conjunction with my academic abilities I also have an exceptional emotional intelligence and intuition. I understand how people are feeling by reading body language, listening to them and the tone of their voice and picking up on subconscious and unconscious cues. This understanding lends me empathy and compassion, ensuring I never become wantonly cruel or callous to others. Additionally my abilities make it so I can always tell when someone is lying to me."
There was a faint sparkling sound before Angie clutched her head in agony as searing white pain flashed across her vision and billions of neurons grew and interconnected in her brain. As the pain subsided Angie gasped in pleasure, feeling the full scope of her heightened mind processing information at lightning speed. Even better she could feel that at heart she was the same person, just as she'd hoped her intellect hadn't robbed her of her humanity.
"Well, first things first my incredible little device: you are far too powerful to risk losing." Angie clicked the record button, "Rather than record into the Dictaphone I can instead use its power by thinking what I want the change to be. This mental link can never be broken and I can always mentally reach the Dictaphone no matter where it is. I have perfect control over this connection and never use it by accident or unconsciously." Another ring of sparkles flitted around Angie's head as she felt a tiny portion of her mind open up and link to the device.
"Excellent," she thought, "Now let's see if this works. The Dictaphone is safely stored in a small pocket dimension where no one but me can access it. My mental connection can still reach it and use it fully and I can summon it back to me if I want to." And as she finished the thought the Dictaphone winked out of existence, Angie's telepathic link was now the only evidence that it had ever been there.
"Oh this is just way too cool. Now the question is, what do I want to do next?"
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