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When Marco stumbled across the media library, he concluded that this had to be the best day so far on this freaky meatship.

Music. Massive screens. A giant, alien entertainment centre. And, most importantly - video games.

Marco was immediately drawn to the tall white box with the strange looking controllers. He snorted when he saw the name "Wii" (who though that was a good idea? The puns where almost too easy) but hey, this was clearly gaming of the future. Or gaming of a strange and bizarre alien race - it was hard to tell. Either way, it was cool, and Marco was so going to try it out.

He fished around for a vaguely interesting looking game, bypassing all the ones that looked boring (Wii Fit? Cricket? Imagine: Fashion Idol?! pfft), eventually settling on Escape from Bug Island.

Marco had been a bug before. Waaaaay too many times. Now he could squish them in safe video game fun.

But as Marco began to play, his good mood rapidly diminished. Who thought up this whole "swinging around the controller" thing? What the hell was going on with that animation?

"What the hell is with this?!" He yelled, as he tried to get the control to do what he wanted dammit. "This is nuts! GAMING OF THE FUTURE IS CRAP!"

[[ooc: For reference, this is the extraodinarily bad game Marco is playing.]]

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"But I could have imagined that too," Marco insisted, although he was still grinning. "And of course you'd say that."

"Dude, you're part of a government conspiracy. That makes you MIB. At least in the metaphorical sense."

"Uh uh," Claudia rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Dude, I'm veeeeeeeeeeery much real. I mean, I'm too awesome to be a figment of anyone's imagination," she teased.

"Am n- OK I am, but whatever." she waved him off, laughing again. "So what do you do in your world? Besides saving baby skunks."

"Dunno, I can imagine some pretty awesome things."

But even though Claudia was cool, he wasn't exactly about to go and explain morphing and what he could to her. Having concluded that he did not know who could and could not be trusted, it was all to easy to fall back into old habits of keeping everything close to his chest.

Logically, he knew keeping his morphing ability hidden wasn't going to be possibly indefinitely, and that it wasn't as necessary as during the Yeerk war. He'd still prefer to only reveal it when he had to, though.

So Claudia got the Highly Censored and Very Much Designed to Impress version.

"I'm in a TV show. Sci Fi. You'd love it, I bet. And before that I was involved in this resistance against an invasion." Marco waved his hand around around as if fighting an invasion was no big deal. "But saving the skunks was clearly the highlight, you know."

"Ya know, that just doesn't sound right," Claudia pointed out with a smug smile. "But seriously dude, even you couldn't imagine someone as awesome as me."

She eyed him for a few minutes, not sure she believed him. "A Sci-fi TV show? What's it called?" She was pretty up to date with sci-fi shows and she was pretty sure she'd remember him if he'd been on any she'd watched.

"Wait what? A resistance against an invasion? Where the heck are you from, man? Seriously. Wow."

"The Tomorrow Series," Marco replied. Ironically, while Marco had been known to stretch the truth a little to impress a girl, he was telling the truth about this. "But I'm pretty sure your world's not mine. The war was kinda hard to forget. Believe me, if you were from my world? You'd know it."