Beyond security boundaries (Patreon)

I remember this moment like yesterday... I crouched in the hay, the weight of my boobs seemed to me something completely wrong, just like these clothes... if it can be called clothes at all. The laptop on my lap for some reason felt strange to me at that moment. I needed to run the reverse exchange protocol... The initial joy at seeing the laptop spring to life quickly gave way to a deep, unsettling confusion. The familiar English words on the screen now appeared as bizarre symbols, indecipherable and alien. But at that moment I had to act quickly

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My name is Alex Burton, a scientist, a time traveler. But here, in this 15th-century South American village, I am in the body of Maita, a tribe woman. I remember the moment when I found myself here. I was well aware of the 100 year limit for time travel, but I always wanted more, so I hacked the software to get beyond those stupid limits. But I had not anticipated this - I looked down at myself and realized the old sensations of heaviness in the chest... it was the curves of my new form, the feeling of long hair against my back, the rustic clothes made of hay that I now wore. I didn't think I'd end up in a woman's body! Usually I always got male bodies and it was logical! It seems that beyond the safety limit of 100 years the standard rules did not apply.

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As I tentatively touched the keyboard, my fingers felt clumsy, foreign, although I had excellent speed typing, now it seemed that this was not the case. It wasn't obvious, but now I was no longer just Alex; I was Maita too, her emotions inexplicably merged with mine. I spoke out loud, my voice soft and squeaky, so different from my own. "Qapac kanchay," I murmured, watching the screen light up. ("The light has come alive.") My heart raced with every unfamiliar word.

The English words on the screen were now just strange symbols to me. "Munayna kay," I said, a mix of fear and wonder in my voice. ("What strange markings.") My mind, once sharp and clear, now felt clouded with Maita's lack of understanding of these symbols, her innate fear of this unknown device.

Every attempt to use the laptop was laced with an unexplainable dread, Maita's instinctive fear of the unknown, of this alien technology that clashed so starkly with her simple, rustic world. "Hatun manchay," I gasped as a sound emanated from the laptop, my hands trembling. ("Great fear!")

The sound drew Maita's husband, who suddenly appeared behind my back. He reached out to take the laptop, but in a moment of panic, I pressed something on the keyboard. A brilliant flash engulfed us, the outcome is uncertain.