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'Hmm, which alien should I turn into first?' I wondered to myself, while starting to go over the different aliens and weighing out the pros and cons of each one.
'Wildmutt nah too big and slobbering…plus the claws and this small space definitely not a good choice for right now.
Four-arms, again a bad choice, he's just way too big and attention grabbing, even with me being on the farm too many roads close to the trailer.
Ghostfreak…is just too scary, I mean I love his design and everything. It's just with the whole possibility that Zs'Skayr could possibly escape the Omnitrix into my world…and try to possess me, so yeah next.
Heatblast, nope as much as this trailer sucks I don't want to burn the house down.
Hmm, Diamondhead…could be a good one but then I imagined myself completely destroying my trailer with shafts of crystals…Yeah better not.
Stinkfly? Definitely not and not just because I'm afraid of heights, if he stinks as bad as Gwen acts like he does in the series I don't want to be smelling that stink.
Ripjaws? Maybe if I was near a lake or an ocean.
Hmm, so…by process of elimination that leaves me with three options XLR8, Upgrade and Greymatter.
Hmm, you know what I really…just want to turn into XLR8 and run all over the world at superspeed, I've been stuck in one place far too long.
buuuuttttttt…I also have to think of my own personal safety and security in case all of this isn't some dream or version of heaven, there's cell phone cameras, traffic cameras, security cameras and satellites, to worry about spotting me then I'd have the government's of the world so far up my ass, I wouldn't even be able to take a shit.
Which would be fucking awful…Sooo, I should probably do something unexpectedly smart for myself and turn into Greymatter.
Once transformed, use the tiny transformation with a massive intelligence, to make some piece of cloaking technology that would make me invisible to earth's current level of technology.' I thought to myself as I slowly and cautiously stood up from my chair, while pressing the activate button again to deactivate the Omnitrix making the dial sink back down into its recess.
'I don't know if any of the junk I have around here will help but, fuck it why not?' I thought to myself as I went around the trailer collecting all the old, broken and pretty much useless technology I had held onto over the years that was in an under the bed tote.
Pulling the tote out from underneath the large queen sized bed, I opened the lid and saw thing like old earbuds both wired and wireless, a Walkman, a couple of old IPhone 4s and one iPhone 5 that I had held onto for some reason,
an iPad, probably a third generation that I got in highschool, a Samsung tablet with a busted screen, a LG Envy 2, a few old remotes varying from to gaming console controllers, to radio and TV remotes there was some other miscellaneous stuff like an electric rechargeable razor, some rechargeable batteries and battery packs.
Carrying the long and awkward to carry tote into the main living area of the trailer, I moved the contents of the tote onto the eating table.
Once I was finished with that I rubbed my chin wondering if there was anything else I could put together for the little brainiac, and then a light bulb went off in my head.
"Better grab out some tools as well, if I expect myself to be able to do anything with this crap." I muttered to myself softly as I pulled out the drawer underneath the couch that can convert into a bed in the living room area of the trailer grabbing out a cellphone repair kit, a dremel with multiple different attachments and a multi bit screwdriver set that had every bit that was commonly used in mainstream electronics, autos and household items and last but not least a soldering iron and wire.
Setting my tools down on the table, while deciding I'd line both the tools and tech up in a neat and orderly fashion, to make it easier to find whatever I might need later on, once I was finished organizing I lifted my arm up.
Pressing the activation button, which made the Omnitrix's dial popup being rewarded with the sound of the activation chime along with the soft neon green glow, and that oh so familiar black alien silhouette of Fourarms that made my heart sore in excitement.
Tamping down on that feeling of excitement, while slowly turning the dial, getting a bit lost in a sense of nostalgia, until finally landing on the silhouette for Greymatter.
Starting to gently push the dial back down into its recess, not following Ben's example of harshly slapping the dial down so I wouldn't get a random alien transformation…but stopped suddenly and sat down on the bench seat, to make it easier for Greymatter to get onto the table.
'It's a better idea to treat this thing gently.' I thought to myself, since in the original series Azimuth once told Ben that the reason Ben was getting random Aliens was because Omnitrix wasn't calibrated for his brute-ish handling.
As soon as the dial was in its recess, I was enveloped in a flash of green light.
A flash that should have momentarily blinded me, but instead my whole perception changed.
It was also like I now knew and understood so many things and concepts that always eluded my human mind, knowledge that I could never dream of comprehending, learning or using, were as simple to me now as speaking my native language.
But at the same time it was almost like I was separate from this intellectual being, as I seemed to have an outsider's perspective as my body moved and started.
Taking apart all the technology in a slow methodical pace, constantly hearing myself snicker about how primitive earth and earth's technologies are, as he…I…or rather we, started to throw plastics and other components into their own piles, for easier use later.
"Hmm, these devices will suffice for a primitive control device." The Galvin me hummed, and I found myself soldering a power cable directly into one of the old iPhone 4s phones, the former cracked screen thrown over into a corner by itself before we moved on to disassembling the other iPhone 4s adding it's components to the one hardwired with power now.
Somehow not electrocuting myself, before we slid the iPhone 5 over, placing it next to the Frankenstein's monster looking thing and then connecting the two devices with a 30 pin to Lightning cable making the iPhone 5 come to life, and then I started writing some form of super advanced code, that the Galvin me considered mediocre at best.
Once we finished writing the code an green hour glass symbol appears on the screen in place of the Apple symbol.
Once it did, the Galvin me typed down well specified and specific instructions for me to follow, once the Omnitrix recharges and I can transform into a Galvanic Mechamorph, while also leaving behind notes for my human mind to follow on the formerly non-functioning iPhone 5.
Just as the Omintrix gave its time out, warning chime, Galvin me finished setting up the repurposed smartphone for our work.
"Good thing for me, that the Galvin me had the foresight to jump down into the seat and sit down before the Omnitrix timed out." I muttered to myself while leaning my head back against the cupboards that are behind the bench seat I was sitting in.
Feeling a slight chill run down my spine at the jarring difference between my and my Galvin transformations thought processes.
Reading over the notes for me on the iPhone 5 that were easy enough for me to understand, with my below galactic standard intelligence.
Finding out what part I'd play in this project once I was able to turn into a Mechamorph.
Reading over that the little Galvin me had devised an implant for me, that wouldn't interfere with the Omnitrix's functions and would work/look quite a lot like an Omni-tool, from a certain video game but with limitations.
It wouldn't be able to make weapons or discharge a healing gel into me or fabricate weaponry and all that, but it did include a cloaking field generator to protect my identity, and a communication's array while containing an highly advanced processor that could probably outshine anything the military has.
While also leaving instructions for not only the implant but also a 3-D printer that would make the implant, and other things I might need or want as long as I had the specifications and the…slur of paste like substance that the mechamorph would make for me out of the plastics, metals and ceramics harvested from the devices assembled here.
The printer also had some other but automated tools that would serve to surgically implant the implant within my body.
'This is pretty neat.' I thought to myself while wondering how it would be powered but found that it would be powered by fat molecules being converted into energy within my body.
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