As the power continues to flow into you, you start to feel distinctly weird. An uncomfortable, feverish, prickling sensation starts in your belly, unpleasant enough for you to pull away, breaking the connection. But it is too late. You sink to your knees as the changes begin to wrack your body. Your organs squirm around like snakes, and your skin bubbles like molten wax.
"You did ask for anything," the Broker admits. "This power may take some adjusting to. See, I recently made the mistake of extracting an alien's superpowers. Bad idea. Turns out you can't, not without extracting everything else. Their powers are too intertwined with their physiology, inseparable in fact. When I touched her, I ripped out most of biological data, reducing her to this... From his desk, he lifts a small, glass jar. Inside it, a quantity of clear jelly substance quivers and wobbles. "Primordial goop," he says, staring sadly at the gelatinous creature. "This is all that's left of..."
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