Ben was bored as hell as he leaned against the wall while his mom worked. His mom, Tracy, was a researcher for new technologies and needed his assistance during his day off, though it seemed she didn't need it. Tracy was an averagely cute woman; not too busty, not too beautiful, not too sexy, and not too curvy, but not flat nor not too ugly. Wearing jeans that fit her bottom and a green sweater underneath a lab coat, the bushy blonde types in a bunch of information into the computer before removing her owl-rimmed glasses from her face.
"So what am I suppose to do?" Ben asks, Tracy rubbing her eyes and putting back her glasses before resuming with her work.
"Mom?"
"..."
"Mama?"
"..."
"Mommy?"
"..."
"Ma?"
"..."
"Mother?"
"..."
Shrugging his shoulders in frusation at his mother's ignorance after asking several times, Ben gets up and leaves. Exploring the place, he sees nothing but large blocks of metal with screens showing numerous characters on them and stuff you expect from a mad scientist's lair. Seeing an oddly convenient placed can, he kicks it towards another oddly convenient placed trash bin and misses, hitting a bluish pillar with a lightbulb on top of it. The device soon whirs into life and shoots a beam of energy at Ben, throwing him back where he came from, before going back to hibernation again. Sliding across the floor, he's soon close to his mother and he realizes that the machine did something to him.
What was it?
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