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The lab hummed with the faint drone of overtaxed machinery, its air heavy with the sharp sting of burnt circuits and metallic fumes. Holographic screens glimmered in every corner, their pale blue light casting an eerie glow over the cluttered space. DNA sequences twisted across the displays, mingling with human anatomy charts and dense quantum equations — a frantic tapestry of science that pulsed with restless energy. At the center stood Dr. Ransoku Tenma, hunched over a workstation strewn with half-drunk coffee cups, knotted wires, and tattered schematics. The blue glare etched jagged shadows across his bloodshot eyes, betraying a man pushed to the brink by exhaustion and obsession.
"Why does my body change after every time jump?" he muttered, his voice rough with frustration. "Sometimes a woman, sometimes a muscle-bound beast, and sometimes… a perverted old man! What's happening to me?"
A mechanical whir cut through the stillness as Pipi, his small robotic assistant, floated into view. Its synthetic voice dripped with mockery. "Boss, technically you've become a 'gender-fluid time traveler.' Congratulations!" A smug emoji flashed on its tiny screen: 😏🔥.
Ransoku let out an irritated sigh that echoed through the lab. "If I don't fix this, one day I'll end up stuck in someone else's form forever…" He rubbed his temples, the weight of the thought pressing down on him. Then, with a spark of resolve, he straightened, grabbed his research tablet, and began recording, his voice steadying as he wrestled order from the madness.
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#Hypothesis 1: Chromosomal Instability & Reality Syncing
Human DNA — especially the Y chromosome — is highly unstable, he started, his tone clinical yet tinged with urgency. "My chromosomes fluctuate when my body dematerializes and rematerializes at a quantum level. Each timeline has its own biological blueprint. The machine places me in a new timeline, but my original identity data doesn't exist there."
He paused, gazing at a holographic double-helix spinning in front of him. So it reconstructs me based on an 'environmental adaptation' principle. My atoms reassemble, but the machine adjusts my DNA to match that timeline's norms. If there's a gender imbalance — like a matriarchal reality — my body shifts to fit its rules.
Pipi zipped closer, its voice brimming with glee. "So basically, if you land in a realm ruled by women, you'll have to become a hot wife too?" 😂🔥
Ransoku shot it a scathing look. "No, it's not that simple. There's more to it — something I need to understand and fix!"
#Hypothesis 2: Atomic Reconstruction Error & Quantum Noise
He swiped to a new page on his tablet, his pen scratching rapidly across the screen. "Due to quantum entanglement and atomic displacement, an exact reconstruction of my body isn't possible. Each timeline's atomic blueprint differs from my original. When I dematerialize, my atoms reassemble in the new timeline, but quantum noise corrupts my original identity."
He leaned back, eyes narrowing as the theory took shape. "In simpler terms — the machine can't preserve my genetic encoding. Atomic alignment gets disrupted, and it adjusts me to the new environment. Mutations occur in my DNA, triggering these body transformations."
Pipi let out a gleeful laugh. "I'd heard time travel was dangerous, but you're turning into an anime protagonist with every jump!" 😂🔥
Ransoku clenched his jaw, teeth grinding. "If I don't fix this, one day I'll phase into someone else's body for good!" His voice quivered — not from fear alone, but from the crushing realization that he was slipping away, fragment by fragment, into the abyss of time.
Then, like a surge of static through a faulty circuit, memories crashed into his mind — vivid, fragmented glimpses of past jumps. They weren't mere echoes; they were scars, warnings of the transformations that had marked him. Each one a clue to the puzzle he had to unravel.
Glimpse 1: The Pervy Old Man Glitch (Seitao)
*Probability: 18%*
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He saw himself in an Ancient Japanese marketplace, a sake cup clutched in his hand, a ridiculous mustache framing a leering grin. His body had morphed into Seitao's — a scrawny, lascivious old man. "Ah, youth is wasted on the young! Girls these days have no respect for their elders!" he'd crowed, slapping a passing girl's hip with a chuckle. The crowd parted as a samurai woman charged forward, her fist slamming into his face. "You old creep!" she roared. The impact sent him staggering, and as a mob of armed women pursued him through the streets, katanas flashing, he'd shouted, "Never again!" legs churning in a frantic escape.
Glimpse 2: The Muscle-Head Glitch (Max)
*Probability: 9%*
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Ancient Rome. The colosseum shook with bloodlust. His body had become Max's — 8 feet tall, a towering brute with biceps larger than his head and a 10-pack etched into his torso. "MAXIMUS! MAXIMUS!" the crowd cheered. A 10-foot lion lunged, and in a rush of raw fury, he'd lifted it overhead, tearing its jaw apart with a savage yell. But the glitch faded mid-struggle, leaving him facing the furious beast. "I don't understand… where did all that testosterone go?" he'd mumbled, bolting across the arena as the lion roared after him.
Glimpse 3: The Beautiful Lady (Miss Hoori)
*Probability: 73%*
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A lavish bedroom, silk sheets whispering. His body had shifted into Miss Hoori's — a breathtaking figure wrapped in a revealing dress that hugged every curve. It was her first night, and as the door creaked open, terror gripped him. He'd screamed, the sound ripping him back to the lab, hands clutching his head. "That will never happen!" he'd gasped, the vision dissolving like a bad dream.
Back in the lab, Ransoku slammed his fist on the table, sending coffee cups crashing to the floor. "These glitches… they're not random. They're patterns! Results of the machine's reconstruction errors. And if I don't find a solution, I'll lose my true identity — permanently!"
Pipi drifted nearer, its tone softening just enough to hint at concern beneath the snark. "So what now, Boss? You've turned into a quantum guinea pig. What'll you become next — a cyborg or some alien bride?"