"You need help, I'm here to give it."
He turns his head back towards his cereal bowl. "You know I can't eat this? It just sits… In me until I change shape, and then it falls out. The milk is the worst part."
Now that's unpleasant. Can he even
taste it? Or is the simple act of doing it enough for him to feel sated?
"Can you eat sand?"
"'Kid' Flash already thought of that. I can, but it doesn't do anything. And it feels really weird, like it never really becomes part of me."
"Makes sense. However this happened to you, you couldn't function without some way to differentiate between the bits that are part of you and the bits that aren't."
So the sand that makes him up is.. 'different' somehow. An avenue of study, certainly.
Okay, awkward bit.
"I know Diana's already talked to you about school, but I was wondering if anyone had asked-? No, I'm wondering what you wanted to do about being made of sand."
I mean, unless he somehow works out how to morph back into flesh...
"What can I do?"
I take an enchanted necklace out of my equipment harness and put in on the table in front of him.
Interesting. A custom job, clearly.
"There's a range of options, and that's step one."
"I don't wear jewellery. Or clothes."
Not like he has anything to cover up right now, technically. Only some sand shaped like
it.
"It's enchanted. One of my particular talents is locating solutions to apparently intractable problems. This… Should make you feel more human. I got the original put together for a man named Matthew Hagen, who got turned into clay-rich mud. It took a little while to get a version adapted for you, but we're pretty sure that it will work now."
How is Clayface doing right now? Contemplating his future career options? Cursing Talia Head's name?
He reaches for it with his right hand. "What exactly does it-?"
The change starts the moment he touches it, the 'flesh' parts of his body gaining a fleshy appearance and his clothing starting to look like clothing again. He gasps in shock, dropping the amulet. As it clatters against the table his body shifts back.
Oh, my. Illusion or shapeshifting magic? I doubt it could be rendered permanent easily, unless they could enchant his entire mass at once.
"That-! It felt-!"
"Yes, you won't just look human to everyone else. It also give you sensory feedback. I don't know how you perceive the world as a man made out of sand-."
That is some amazing stuff. I'm guessing it works by psychic transference of information, or similar...
"Do you know what it's like not to be able to feel your own heart beating?"
"Yes. I once had to turn myself into a cyborg, and I replaced my heart with a pump."
Kind of useful, being able to commiserate with someone on something like that.
That appears to take the wind out of his sails slightly.
"Oh. How did you..? Fix it?"
"Power ring." I shrug. "Everything apart from the brain is basically brain-support anyway. I can transmute machine into flesh and back again. You're difficult because you don't have a brain and your mind is distributed across your body with magic." I hesitates. "I assume magic, because I can't work out how a piezoelectric consciousness would work and you were transformed by an alchemical solution."
Basically, A Wizard Did It. By accident. And he didn't know he was even doing magic...
He nods and picks it up again, holding it in both-
Canis strides in, sketchbook in hand, pencil already in motion.
Dude, you haven't got enough material to work with? And how did you even know this was happening?
-hands, the transformative effect taking hold again. Ignoring the pencil-scratching sound and Canis's stare, he cautiously lifts his left hand away and runs it through his hair.
"Oh God. Is this permanent?"
I doubt it. There wouldn't be nearly enough drama involved if it were.
"It recharges from ambient magic energy, so as long as you don't go into space power consumption isn't an issue. But you need to remember that this is all appearance; you're still made of sand underneath it all."
He nods, lowering his left hand and staring at it for a moment before pulling in his fingers and turning it into a sandy bulb.
And I bet the spell plays weirdly with that. It must also look bizarre as hell.
"This feels weirder."
"Because the spell is only designed for things that are human-shaped. It's trying to give you the feedback you'd get from a hand when you don't physically have a hand."
An odd kind of phantom limb syndrome, basically. Wonder what would happen if he changed his entire form?
He nods, re-extruding his fingers. "So these aren't clothes and this isn't hair, but it can pretend."
I nod. "Which is why I want to know what you want to do next. The magic people I work with find this all fascinating, so the cost isn't a problem. The problem is the decidedly finite pool of people who can meaningfully work on this, which is why you need to tell me what outcome you want so I can tell them what they should be working on."
Ah, decisions, decisions. Become human again, but lose the sand powers. Keep the sand powers, but miss out on simple human things. Or something else.
He puts the necklace around his neck, wiggles a little to make sure that it remains active when moving, then nods.
"What are my options?"
"We can try and transfer your consciousness into a new human body. Since I don't have any record of your genetic structure it won't be exactly the same as the one you were born with, but I've got pictures of you and records on your closest relations so it'll be close."
Tricky. How can you be sure the mind and soul would attach properly to the new form?
He doesn't look comfortable with that. Which is reasonable. I suppose that I could try and find an old hair or skin cell or something. DNA lasts a very long time. But finding-.
"And what happens to the copy?"
Huh, that's an interesting way to look at it.
I blink. "I'm sorry?"
"The new body. What happens to its consciousness? When I get… Put in there?"
I shake my head. "No, no, it wouldn't have one. For goodness sake, Sanderson, what sort of person do you think I am?"
Well, he's only known you for less than a week. He hasn't had a chance to see the Cake Man, Spider-lover side of you.
"Oh. Right. Sorry, I didn't-. It just sounded like mad.. Frankenstein-science. I shouldn't have said that."
He actually.. holds out his right hand.
Heh, both a gesture of apology, and a chance to test the sensations the amulet gives him.
"Okay." I take his hand and shake it. "But please try to remember that despite my eccentricities I am a superhero. I'm not going to murder people for the sake of personal advantage."
No, that would be the Renegade. Or 'Evil' Paul...
He nods, releasing my hand. "How long will it take?"
"No idea. Creating a 'blank' human body is easy. Transferring a consciousness isn't too hard, but since we don't understand how you work there are a lot of added risks. And unless you're familiar with the magic involved yourself there would be a risk that you might 'snap back' into the sand that you're occupying now."
Like I said. It's a matter of how strongly attached he is to the magic sand making up his current form.
"Alright. What are my other options?"
"We could try undoing the transformation spell." He opens his mouth but I hold up my right hand. "We don't know how you were turned into sand. People are going over Mister Dodds' notes in detail now, but they're going to have to relearn everything he did before they can even think about how to undo the results of the test that changed you. It might not even be possible."
But that could take a couple of years, even with the best and brightest working on it. And there may have been something not written down involved.
He nods. "Are there any other options?"
"You can stay like this. You're nearly immortal and have super powers; that's not so bad. There's a man I know called Rama Khan who can make bodies out of coloured sand; he might be able to tutor you." He doesn't look impressed. "We could try making a deal with an eldritch life form to change you."
I mean, Gaea might be willing to help. If they ask really nicely.
"Like a.. demon..?"
"I do know a few demons who could charge a price we could bare, but I was thinking about one of the Olympians or possibly Morpheus himself. We wouldn't learn anything about the process and the price might still be considerable, but that's probably the fastest option."
It's just a matter of what Morpheus might ask in return. They've already bothered him enough for one lifetime. Upset him, and he might go all Fae on you...
"I'm not so keen on doing that."
"As you will. We could try creating a new spell to grant you human form without directly undoing the original transformation. We can make you a body you can control by proxy without being fully transferred into it. Or you could learn magic yourself and focus on self-transformation spells."
All possibilities. And all a lot of work and time. It's ultimately up to him.
He nods. "Look, I appreciate the help, but this is a lot to take in. Can I think about it?"
I nod. "Of course. Let me know what you decide."
And there's still the question of how he's adapting to the modern world. What's he think of things like the internet, Social media or even just television?