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“What do you think?” Pincer asked.
It was perfect.
Bug’s eyes locked onto the human inside the tube, taking in every feature and detail from his height, to his hair color, to his wonderful Starship Ranger uniform. And it was perfect. It was everything Bug could have ever dreamed of and more. It was like someone had plucked out the vision that Bug had in his mind of him as a human being ever since he’d first laid eyes upon those videos and placed it into a malfunctioned cryotube inside of Pincer’s Hole. Bug put an orange clawed hand on the cold glass, his mind wide with wonder.
//...There’s no choice involved in what you are given...//
He has a choice now.
//...One mind, one voice, one body to live in...//
Bug may not have had any control over his life before, but now the opportunity to follow his dreams stood proudly in front of him. He was his own bug now! He could become whoever he wanted to be! A new mind, a new voice, a new body...a human body... It was all as good as his! This was it! This was his moment! He was gonna be a Starship Ranger!
It was perfect...
“Well, Bug?” Pincer said, partially breaking Bug out of his enamored stupor, “Are you ready to become a Starship Ranger?”
Words could not describe the sheer amount of excitement that coursed through Bug at hearing this question. He clicked his mandibles happily, suppressing the urge to jump up and down.
That was him! In the tube! That was his body! That was him! His dreams were coming true. He was gonna be a human! He was gonna be a Starship Ranger!
“You bet I am!” he replied with stars in his eyes. Bug was ready. He’d never been more ready for anything in his entire life.