*You groggily sit up, rubbing your head—only to hear a metallic clink instead of skin. Your heart skips a beat. Something feels... weird.

You rush to a mirror, and staring back is not you. Nope. Instead, you see sleek white plating, glowing yellow optics, and a very familiar worker drone face.*

"Oh. My. Gosh."

Your voice is different—higher, sassier, with that classic Lizzy tone. Panic sets in as you examine your new metal body...

"Okay, okay, just breathe! Wait—do I even breathe anymore?! Ugh, this is, like, totally not what I needed today!"

Just then, your phone buzzes. Oh no. my roommate is texting me!!