[ Baixi doesn't go to nightclubs. Sure, plenty of people of his age group would be happy to get a fake ID and hit up Shanghai's nightlife scene. Baixi would rather spend his time training, or working on upgrades for Robinbot.
But a mission is a mission, even a simulated one, and he's not about to let discomfort stop him. He downs the drink, blinks perhaps for a second too long, and then when he opens his eyes... He's looking at himself.
Congratulations, Steve. You are now in the body of an overweight teenager. However, for as fat as Baixi is, Steve can probably tell that a deceptive amount of it is muscle. His body is clearly in good shape, appearances aside.
Baixi looks at himself, then looks down at his drink. ]
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But a mission is a mission, even a simulated one, and he's not about to let discomfort stop him. He downs the drink, blinks perhaps for a second too long, and then when he opens his eyes... He's looking at himself.
Congratulations, Steve. You are now in the body of an overweight teenager. However, for as fat as Baixi is, Steve can probably tell that a deceptive amount of it is muscle. His body is clearly in good shape, appearances aside.
Baixi looks at himself, then looks down at his drink. ]
Am I...? Did we...? Are you in my body?