Chapter 4: Watch?
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[Time: 05:10 PM]
[Location: New York S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters]
[Date: 15 August 2009]
"I've been meaning to ask, that's quite a peculiar watch," Coulson said, his tone casual, but his keen eyes betrayed the curiosity behind his words.
He gestured subtly toward my wrist, where the Omnitrix rested—a sleek metallic green with its glowing hourglass symbol.
"Well," I began, trying to play it cool, though my mind was already flashing back to earlier moments.
Flashback Glitch
[Time: 10:10 AM]
[Location: Central Manhattan]
[Date: 2 May 2009]
The first thing I had to do was check out the Omnitrix. It wasn't just a piece of alien tech anymore—it was mine.
I tapped the hourglass symbol on the watch.
⪧ DING ⪦
⪧ User must fill in the necessary information before usage of Omnitrix. ⪦
A holographic projection flickered to life above the watch, casting a faint green glow across the dim room. I furrowed my brow, noting the prompt on display.
⪧ Name: | ⪦
⪧ Age: | ⪦
⪧ Gender: | ⪦
⪧ Scan: Y/N ⪦
"Huh," I muttered, leaning closer to read the prompts. "That wasn't in the original series."
The Omnitrix seemed to demand input as part of some security protocol. Was this a safety measure? A way to ensure the device couldn't be stolen and used by someone else?
Curiosity piqued, I tapped the blinking cursor for "Name," and a holographic keyboard materialized above the watch.
"Alright then," I said aloud, filling in the fields. "Let's see where this goes."
Once I had entered my name, age, and gender, I hesitated briefly before selecting "Y" for the scan.
The moment I pressed it, the Omnitrix emitted beams of green light that swept over my body. For ten seconds, the room was bathed in its glow before the scan concluded with a soft beep.
⪧ Info form filled. ⪦
⪧ Physical attribute scan complete. ⪦
⪧ Soul scan complete. ⪦
⪧ User synchronization complete. ⪦
⪧ Omnitrix is ready to be used. ⪦
I stared at the hologram as it faded, my heart pounding slightly. Was I dreaming? Was this real?
"What can you do?" I asked aloud, testing to see if the Omnitrix responded to voice commands.
⪧ Users can transform using mental commands or manually. ⪦
⪧ Capture mode is available. ⪦
⪧ Master control is locked. ⪦
⪧ Every six months, a new genetic sample will be added to the current ten transformations. ⪦
⪧ The Omnitrix also has a personal AI function to assist the user. ⪦
"Personal AI, huh?" I mused. The sleek female voice of the Omnitrix had a calm, mechanical quality, but it still carried a warmth that felt oddly reassuring.
⪧ The user should name the AI. ⪦
I thought for a moment. "Let's call you… Trixie."
⪧ Affirmative. ⪦
A small smile crept onto my face. Despite the insanity of my situation, I couldn't deny the thrill of holding the Omnitrix—the real Omnitrix—on my wrist. It was surreal.
Now it was time to see what aliens I had access to.
Active Transformations:
Upgrade
Humungousaur
Swampfire
Gray Matter
Big Chill
Echo Echo
Jetray
Wildmutt
Cannonbolt
Chromastone
Not a bad lineup to start with. Each alien brought memories flooding back from my childhood, but I knew better than to get lost in nostalgia. This wasn't just a show anymore—it was real, and I was in it.
Flashback Glitch Ends
"I hear that a lot, Coulson," I said, snapping back to the present. I forced a wry smile, shifting slightly in my seat.
Coulson studied me for a moment, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp. "Interesting," he said, jotting something down in his ever-present notebook.
"Anything else you're curious about?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light.
"Plenty," Coulson replied with a faint smile. "But let's start small."
I suppressed a sigh. Whatever came next, I had a feeling Coulson wouldn't be the only one asking questions about my "peculiar watch."
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