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Your hands shake as you put on the suit. Your breathing is unsteady. You're so excited... But also nervous. The suit feels tight and cool against your skin. You pull up the hood. It's hard to see out of the lenses at first. You blink a few times and it starts to get easier. You early run over to the mirror and trip. You weren't ready for how the suit would subtly shift your posture and center of gravity.You push yourself up and look in the mirror... And you see your new self: Chocobo Postal Drone #5789. It briefly occurs to you, no one ever told you your designation. But you knew it, with such deep certainty. You briefly try to recall your name. Chocobo Postal Drone #5789. That's your name now.You take in your appearance. Smooth yellow rubber. A permanently smiling beak. Deep black lenses through which one might see your eyes if they looked closely. Your arms ensconced in wings. Your body leaned forward, not quite a bird's stance, not quite a human's.You can't wait to get started. You close your eyes and let the programming flood in. You know exactly where to go to pick up your parcels. You leave your house in a bouncy trot - you're sure you wouldn't have known how to move this way before but it feels so natural. It's a 15 minutes jog, but your mind goes completely blank while you're on the way - you don't need it, after all. Oh! There are your parcels! You feel a surge of pure joy when you pick them up. Yes, you're doing so good! You quickly scan over the addresses and plan out a route. It feels effortless, natural. Each letter and package you deliver feels even better than the last. You completely lose track of how long it takes to deliver them all but when it's done, you're totally drunk on the dopamine. In fact, as soon as you deliver the last parcel, you realize you can hardly function through the haze of positive retirement. You stumble up to the side of the building you just delivered to and pass out. You can't believe you get to do this every day for the rest of your life... You're so happy.

Your hands shake as you put on the suit. Your breathing is unsteady. You're so excited... But also nervous. The suit feels tight and cool against your skin. You pull up the hood. It's hard to see out of the lenses at first. You blink a few times and it starts to get easier. You early run over to the mirror and trip. You weren't ready for how the suit would subtly shift your posture and center of gravity.You push yourself up and look in the mirror... And you see your new self: Chocobo Postal Drone #5789. It briefly occurs to you, no one ever told you your designation. But you knew it, with such deep certainty. You briefly try to recall your name. Chocobo Postal Drone #5789. That's your name now.You take in your appearance. Smooth yellow rubber. A permanently smiling beak. Deep black lenses through which one might see your eyes if they looked closely. Your arms ensconced in wings. Your body leaned forward, not quite a bird's stance, not quite a human's.

You can't wait to get started. You close your eyes and let the programming flood in. You know exactly where to go to pick up your parcels. You leave your house in a bouncy trot - you're sure you wouldn't have known how to move this way before but it feels so natural. It's a 15 minutes jog, but your mind goes completely blank while you're on the way - you don't need it, after all. Oh! There are your parcels! You feel a surge of pure joy when you pick them up. Yes, you're doing so good! You quickly scan over the addresses and plan out a route. It feels effortless, natural. Each letter and package you deliver feels even better than the last. You completely lose track of how long it takes to deliver them all but when it's done, you're totally drunk on the dopamine. In fact, as soon as you deliver the last parcel, you realize you can hardly function through the haze of positive retirement. You stumble up to the side of the building you just delivered to and pass out. You can't believe you get to do this every day for the rest of your life... You're so happy.