The infinite lives of Joana Kekyll (AKA Joana goes full Quantum Leap)

The RAC sat on the desk like an obedient creature, humming softly beneath its polished casing. Joana stood over it in her robe, fingers poised just above its sleek interface. The air around her still carried the scent of coffee and bath oil, but the energy in the room had shifted.

She didn’t want to go back to the lab. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

She had tasted freedom - not just physical transformation, but experiential liberation. Her body had shifted, yes, but the real seduction was in possibility. The RAC wasn’t just a transformation tool. It was a vehicle. A key. A passport.

And Joana? She wasn’t content staying still. Not now.

“Why stop at rewriting myself in one life,” she murmured, “when I can live so many more”

She began tinkering, still with the same methodical nature that she possessed as Jon. Her fingers danced across the surface of the device, bypassing its safety protocols, patching in deeper access layers. A new UI spurred into place on the display — a crude, layered roulette wheel with sections labeled Age, Occupation, Location, Social Context, Appearance, and Identity. Each shimmered like a reel, spinning slow and steady in a circular orbit.

Joana smirked.

“The world’s craziest slot machine,” she whispered. “Except every jackpot is a new me.”

She tightened the sash on her robe and reached out.

One finger hovered above the new button at the center.

SPIN.

She exhaled, heart fluttering. Then she pressed it.

The reels lit up. Whirring. Clicking. Spinning.

She watched, breath caught in her throat as the first category began to slow, flickering between possibilities.

Joana leaned forward, eyes wide.

A pulse of light surged through the room.

And then…