"Well, if I get to make an informed comparison that's always cool, love informed comparisons."

"I'll see what I can do."  A cluster of people approach the doorway, one in a T-shirt and jeans, one in a collared shirt with slacks, and three with colorful and unfamiliar fashion.  "Cam, this is Harold, Dragon, Automatic, Bonny, and Tricia.  Art guys, this is obviously Cam.  Have fun."  Journey exits.

"Hello Harold Dragon Automatic Bonny and Tricia," says Cam.

Bonny - they all have nametags - waves, and Automatic pulls up a life-sized hologram-or-something of Cam as he currently looks.

"So honestly I think I look fine but I guess nobody has literally perfect skin and I could instead have literally perfect skin?" he shrugs.

Automatic pulls up a screen that's also a probably a hologram and taps at it; the model updates.

"We've prepared a few potential adjustments for you to look at, speak up if any grab your attention."  And here's some with tweaks on the jaw, the cheekbones, around his eyes, all pretty subtle stuff.

Yeah they can symmetrize the cheekbones, he can't even tell the difference between the pictures. He's gonna nope the jaw. He dithers about the eyes, he can see what they're going for but what if he was no longer able to raise one eyebrow afterwards.

Does he want to be able to do that on both sides, actually?

The art department covers that? Yeah, sure.

Once the face is locked in, how does he feel about these sets of changes to his musculature?

Is he going to have to, like, take up some kind of exercise to maintain it, because he's not really likely to do that.

Nah.

Then yeah this mostly looks fine except tone it down a little here and also here.

Sure, sure.

And when he's ready, they can apply the changes to his actual body?

He takes stock of what they've put together and then okays this.

They count down into it from three.  This one does feel like something, a little.  Just like he's moved the relevant places even though he hasn't.

If they'll provide a mirror he'll test out his eyebrows.

Sure, one gets sparkled in.

Cool. They work. "Thank you."

Journey paces in while he's doing that, McDonald's iced latte in hand.

"So.  A few things: one, there is not an available fork-and-merge protocol in the multiverse which I psychically expect to work on you."

"...on me in particular?"

"Well, I haven't been trying to check for anyone else.  Maybe it's some weird niche interaction with your latent mental opacity attractor, I don't know.  Two, I got cleared to move it up to Hometowns, final four."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome.  Three, we might be able to do something wacky with increasing your attentional capacity - which I know you didn't find appealing as a carrot but this is not a carrot situation, really - and simultaneously piloting several bodies.  Probably not real biological bodies, maybe robots or androids or holograms.  This would have to be in combination with some workshopping from the head of the relevant company, so, four, I've had her brought in."

"I mean, it's not exactly that it lacks appeal so much as that it lacks certain things underpinning that appeal. How much leverage does she have, if she's in this to get her planet out of whatever its deal is?"