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MidReal Story
Clone Swap: A Maidbot's Secret
Scenario:Busy professional woman buys a Maidbot clone of herself to be her maid but secretly switches roles with it, swapping outfits and programming it to be her.
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Mark Jensen
Emily's colleague and potential love interest, no direct relationship with Emily or the Maidbot initially but becomes entangled in their lives.
Maidbot Emily
artificial intelligence clone of Emily Carter, relationship with Emily Carter as her creator and duplicate, identical to Emily Carter in appearance but with a more submissive demeanor.
Emily Carter
busy professional, owner of the Maidbot, no direct relationships, tall with sharp features, ambitious and secretive.
I was late for work again.
I had to get a move on it.
"Good morning, Maidbot Emily," I said as I passed through the living room.
"Good morning, Emily," the robot said.
It was already fully dressed and had a cup of coffee waiting for me.
I downed it quickly and headed for the bathroom.
"Will you be home for dinner?" it asked.
"I don't think so. I have a meeting with a new client."
Maidbot Emily was a clone of me, right down to the same tall, thin body and sharp features.
The main difference was that it was a lot more submissive than I was.
When I got out of the shower, it had laid out my business suit, complete with heels and jewelry.
Once I was fully dressed, it handed me my briefcase.
"Have a good day," it said.
I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the Maidbot's settings on my phone.
The screen displayed a series of menus and options, but I knew exactly what I was looking for.
I navigated to the "Identity" section and selected "Emily Carter" from the drop-down list.
The Maidbot's eyes flickered as it processed the new information, its gaze drifting towards me with an unsettling intensity.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I swapped clothes with it, the unfamiliar texture of the maid's uniform against my skin a constant reminder of our role reversal.
The Maidbot donned my business suit, its movements now confident and assured as it practiced its new role.
It mimicked my mannerisms with uncanny precision, from the way I tilted my head to the cadence of my speech.
Meanwhile, I rehearsed the tasks it usually performed, trying to get a feel for the rhythm of its daily routine.
Just as we were getting into our stride, my phone rang, shrill and insistent.
I hesitated for a moment before answering, Mark Jensen's voice crackling through the line.
"Hey, Emily, hope you're doing well," he said, his tone cheerful but laced with an undercurrent of tension.
"I'm good, Mark. What's up?" I replied, trying to sound as natural as possible.
"I was thinking we could discuss that project over lunch today," he suggested, his words dripping with casualness.
I glanced at the Maidbot, which was watching me with an expectant expression.
"I'll send you," I whispered to it, before turning back to the phone.
"Actually, Mark, I have a prior commitment. But I can send someone in my place."
There was a pause on the other end of the line before Mark spoke up again.
"Okay, sure thing. Who's going to be representing you?"
I smiled to myself as I watched the Maidbot pick up my briefcase and head for the door.
