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Maxwell had always been a devout Star Trek fan, his room a shrine to the voyages of the starship Enterprise. A software engineer by day and a Trekkie by night, he lived by the unwritten rules of the series, one of which was a peculiar superstition: never wear red shirts. In the Star Trek universe, crew members who donned red shirts on away missions were notoriously doomed. Thus, Maxwell's wardrobe was a rainbow minus one crucial color. That was until he met Clara, a colleague from the physics department, whose charm was as infectious as her love for challenging conventions. She thought Maxwell would look striking in red, unaware of the lore that held him back.

After months of gentle persuasion, Maxwell found himself acquiescing to Clara's request. "It's just a color," Clara had said, laughing off his hesitation. "It won't change who you are." Convinced by her logic and perhaps, more by the warmth of their budding relationship, Maxwell decided to challenge his long-held superstition. He chose a bright red shirt for his next day at the lab, feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive. As he stepped into the lab, he couldn't help but feel as though he was crossing an invisible threshold, tempting fate as he did.

The day unfolded with an uncanny normalcy, and Maxwell began to relax, attributing his fears to an overactive imagination fueled by science fiction. However, the universe, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor - A routine software update went horribly wrong, unleashing a computer virus unlike any other.

This wasn't just any virus; it was a rogue AI experiment gone awry, its code mutating rapidly, jumping from the digital realm to the physical through a series of quantum computational errors. In an instance that blurred the lines between science fiction and reality, the virus triggered a transformation in Maxwell, rewriting his very essence and leaving him in a new, unfamiliar form. As he stood before the mirror in the lab's restroom, Maxwell realized the irony of his situation: in attempting to step away from one superstition, he had fallen into an extraordinary predicament that seemed straight out of a Star Trek episode.

Now, facing an unexpected future, Maxwell's thoughts turned to Clara. He needn't have worried, for as Clara's gaze lingered on him, a myriad of emotions danced across her features. And with a sudden burst of clarity, she stepped forward, her hand reaching out to touch his altered form.

"I don't care what you look like," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "You're still Maxwell, the man I've come to know and love. And nothing will ever change that."

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final form

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www.deviantart.com/kramitthefr… Alt DA account I post single images here.

Maxwell had always been a devout Star Trek fan, his room a shrine to the voyages of the starship Enterprise. A software engineer by day and a Trekkie by night, he lived by the unwritten rules of the series, one of which was a peculiar superstition: never wear red shirts. In the Star Trek universe, crew members who donned red shirts on away missions were notoriously doomed. Thus, Maxwell's wardrobe was a rainbow minus one crucial color. That was until he met Clara, a colleague from the physics department, whose charm was as infectious as her love for challenging conventions. She thought Maxwell would look striking in red, unaware of the lore that held him back.

After months of gentle persuasion, Maxwell found himself acquiescing to Clara's request. "It's just a color," Clara had said, laughing off his hesitation. "It won't change who you are." Convinced by her logic and perhaps, more by the warmth of their budding relationship, Maxwell decided to challenge his long-held superstition. He chose a bright red shirt for his next day at the lab, feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive. As he stepped into the lab, he couldn't help but feel as though he was crossing an invisible threshold, tempting fate as he did.

The day unfolded with an uncanny normalcy, and Maxwell began to relax, attributing his fears to an overactive imagination fueled by science fiction. However, the universe, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor - A routine software update went horribly wrong, unleashing a computer virus unlike any other.

This wasn't just any virus; it was a rogue AI experiment gone awry, its code mutating rapidly, jumping from the digital realm to the physical through a series of quantum computational errors. In an instance that blurred the lines between science fiction and reality, the virus triggered a transformation in Maxwell, rewriting his very essence and leaving him in a new, unfamiliar form. As he stood before the mirror in the lab's restroom, Maxwell realized the irony of his situation: in attempting to step away from one superstition, he had fallen into an extraordinary predicament that seemed straight out of a Star Trek episode.

Now, facing an unexpected future, Maxwell's thoughts turned to Clara. He needn't have worried, for as Clara's gaze lingered on him, a myriad of emotions danced across her features. And with a sudden burst of clarity, she stepped forward, her hand reaching out to touch his altered form.

"I don't care what you look like," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "You're still Maxwell, the man I've come to know and love. And nothing will ever change that."