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- Agent Carpenter was still in my lap, her opened skull beneath me, and I was touching her face now.
- Oh.
- There it was. A template for a body that wasn't mine, older but more agile despite her greater height. I knew exactly the button I'd have to push in my mind to become her. It wouldn't be enough to copy powers; it was a superficial change at best. It didn't have the kind of fine resolution needed to scan a brain. If I'd had that, I'd have been able to read individual memories. In essence I'd have been able to become the person, and this wasn't that kind of power.
- Still once I had a template, I'd always be able to take their appearance. If they had mutations that affected their body I might be able to copy those too.
- ***
- Black
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