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You don't know what Shuri is doing, but you bet she's still playing TTR or something.
A cloud of nanites come out of the machine and attack your body, yanking out the old molecules and replacing them with new ones, whilst keeping your brain intact. You can feel your body somehow getting older a more frail, and you could've sworn you just grown a beard and devloped a taste for base metal bread. The cloud of nanites subsides. You look down and see that your reptillian self has been replaced by that of the old man you've been traveling with now. Every aspect of Fooruman, from the crackling of your old bones to the absurdly long beard, to the fact that you somehow forgot how to summon and now know how to ward off Irish people and disable paper springs.
You are The Navigator Fooruman. Sort of.
You have obtained a strange urge to cast Megawarp. Please input X-Y-Z coordinates.
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This space for rent.
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