Yao Guang stood at the IPC reception desk
"Excuse me. I am Arbiter-General Yao Guang of the Yuque," she declared. "I have foreseen a rather dire fate for the citizens of Planacardia and require an immediate audience with Miss Pearl."
The receptionist didn't even bother to look up from her monitor. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," she replied, waving a hand vaguely. "Down the hall to the left. Studio B." As Yao Guang turned, the receptionist muttered to herself, "Ugh, another dressed-up diva for the new broadcast? I don't get paid enough to deal with this..."
Irritated but determined to deliver her warning, Yao Guang marched down the corridor and pushed through the heavy doors of Studio B. Instantly, a barrage of blinding studio lights and a strange, pulsing hum washed over her.
"Ugh... she sent me to the studio floor anyway," Yao Guang groaned, rubbing her temple as a sudden migraine spiked. "What is this irritating flash...?"
Suddenly, the elegant, flowing silks of her traditional garb began to dissolve. The fabric seamlessly morphed into a crisp white button-down shirt that immediately strained against her chest as her figure rapidly expanded. The sheer force of the sudden physical shift threw her off balance.
"Ngh... my clothes..." she gasped, looking down in shock. "What is happening to my body...?"
A sharp teal blazer and a tight, form-fitting skirt draped themselves over her new curves. But the true shift was happening in her mind. A pair of wire-rimmed glasses materialized on her face, and behind the lenses, the sharp, tactical eyes of the Seer Strategist began to glaze over. The heavy burden of foresight dissolved, replaced by a vacant, bubbly euphoria. Her urgent mission slipped away like a forgotten dream.
"Planacardia's fate... is just... today's trending... statistic...?" she murmured, her voice losing its edge as a bright, effortless smile took over her face.
The transformation settled. The Arbiter-General was gone, leaving only the network's most enthusiastic talent in her place. Gripping a studio microphone, she struck a confident, camera-ready pose and beamed at the red recording light.
"Hellooo, viewers across the cosmos!" she cheered, practically bouncing with energy. "Welcome to the IPC's top-rated probability hour! My calculations say we're in for a spectacular show today—who's ready to crunch some numbers?!"