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MidReal Story
Girl Bots
Scenario:Fembots are looking for anyone who wants to be a Fembot. Fembot Sally Fembot Denise Fembot Allie they will turn anyone into one.
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Lana
and cautious. Lana discovered an underground lab where women become Fembots, and she is both intrigued and terrified by what she saw. She encountered several Fembots, including Sally and Denise, who interacted with her in a unique and unsettling way. Her experience in the lab left her questioning her life and what she truly wants.
Denise
and playful. Denise's initial encounter with Lana was confrontational but turned friendly. Her relationship with Sally appears to be significant and reciprocal. Denise's behavior indicates a desire to explore boundaries and possibilities beyond their current identity as Fembots. Her interaction with Lana shows her ability to adapt to different social interactions and her curiosity about the world beyond their facility.
Dr. Eliza Harlow
and enigmatic. Lana observed Dr. Harlow during her visit to the lab, and she seemed to be overseeing the operation. Although Dr. Harlow did not interact directly with Lana, her presence and authority in the lab are undeniable. Her role in the development of Fembots and the future of this technology remains unclear to Lana.
Looking around, I was in some kind of underground laboratory.
There were several beds in one corner, a cafeteria in another, and a large common room where all the ‘girls’ were hanging out.
I was shocked when I found out that they were looking for anyone who wanted to become a Fembot.
They would take anyone and turn them into one of these fully functional Fembots.
Fembot Sally, Fembot Denise, and even Fembot Allie were all here.
I couldn’t believe what I had just seen and where I had just been.
They would take anyone who wanted to become a Fembot?
It was too good to be true.
After seeing the horrible way they had been made, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with it.
But the thought of being able to do anything I wanted, whenever I wanted, was too tempting to resist.
I had recently transferred to a new university and wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life.
This seemed like the perfect solution.
"I’m sorry. I don’t think I am ready for this."
Sally looked at me with a sad smile on her face as she brushed her hair back behind her ear.
"I understand. It is a big decision."
She slipped something into my pocket.
"If you change your mind, you know where to find us."
I nodded and turned to walk away.
I could hear her calling after me as I walked out the door.
"Good luck!"
I paced back and forth in my dorm room, staring at the business card that Sally had slipped into my pocket before I left.
The white rectangle felt heavy between my fingers as I traced the embossed letters of the lab's address.
My phone buzzed again with another text from my academic advisor, reminding me about my failing grades.
I deleted it without reading it, not wanting to be reminded of my failures.
Walking over to the mirror, I examined my tired face, the dark circles under my eyes, and the unwashed hair that hung limply around my shoulders.
My hand clenched around the card, crumpling its edges.
I grabbed my keys and jacket, moving towards the door with a newfound sense of purpose.
At the threshold, I paused for a moment, taking one last look at the room that had been my sanctuary for so long.
I drive back to the lab entrance, my hands trembling on the steering wheel.
The card feels heavy in my pocket, a constant reminder of the decision I am about to make.
I park behind the abandoned building, the dim streetlights casting long shadows across the deserted parking lot.
The cool night air hits me as I step out of the car, and I shiver slightly as I make my way towards the entrance.
The door creaks open, revealing a sterile corridor that stretches into the depths of the building.
I follow it until I reach a reception area, where Sally sits at a desk, her metallic skin gleaming under the fluorescent lights.
She looks up as I approach, her expression unreadable.
"I want to become like you," I say, placing the card on the counter in front of her.
Sally stands up, her movements fluid and precise.
She leads me through sliding doors and into a pristine examination room.
Dr. Harlow enters a moment later, clipboard in hand, followed by Denise pushing a cart of equipment.
Dr. Harlow glanced at me, then back at his clipboard.
"Are you absolutely sure about this? There's no turning back once we start."
I hesitated, feeling the weight of his words, but nodded resolutely.
"Very well. Please undress and lie on the examination table."
I did as I was told, feeling the cold metal beneath my skin.
Denise began arranging chrome-plated instruments on a nearby tray, the fluorescent lights reflecting off their polished surfaces.
Sally held my hand, offering silent comfort as Dr. Harlow attached monitoring devices to my chest and temples.
The electrodes felt cold against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
A mechanical whirring filled the room as Denise wheeled over a large machine with extending arms.
Dr. Harlow typed commands into a console, and I watched the digital readout counting down from sixty.
The machine positioned itself above me, its arms descending slowly towards my body.
"Wait," I blurted out, my voice trembling.
Dr. Harlow paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.
"Is there something you need to ask?" Sally squeezed my hand gently, her eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt.
I grip her hand tighter, my voice barely a whisper.
"What about my memories? Will they be gone?"
Dr. Harlow stepped away from his keyboard and approached the examination table.
"We can selectively remove traumatic experiences, painful memories, and replace them with new ones. Memories of shopping trips, spa days, girl talks over coffee."
Denise placed her hand on her temple, closing her eyes for a moment.
"They took away my memories of an abusive ex and replaced them with afternoons spent trying on dresses."
I could feel my body relaxing against the cold metal of the table.
No more memories of failing grades or disappointed parents.
Dr. Harlow returned to his computer, typing furiously into the keyboard.
A new program flashed on the screen, labeled "Memory Configuration."
Sally leaned closer, her voice soft yet firm.
"You'll still be you, just... a version without the pain."
I nodded slowly, feeling a strange mix of relief and apprehension.
I watch Dr. Harlow's fingers dance across the keyboard, each click echoing in the sterile room.
The machine above me hums louder, its display showing "Memory Configuration: Initializing."
Denise adjusts the electrodes on my temples while Sally maintains her gentle grip on my hand.
A tingling sensation spreads from the electrodes, and the ceiling lights begin to blur.
"Phase One beginning," Dr. Harlow announces, his voice steady amidst the whirring machinery.
Images flash in my mind - my latest failed exam, Mom's disappointed face, Dad's angry phone call.
The memories start to fade like old photographs left in the sun.
I blink slowly as the tingling sensation fades, and Sally helps me sit up on the examination table.
My movements feel lighter, more precise.
Catching my reflection in the chrome surface of the nearby equipment, I gasp.
My skin glows with a subtle metallic sheen, smooth and flawless.
My features have become more symmetrical, my body perfectly proportioned.
Denise hands me a sleek silver bodysuit, which I slip on with newfound grace.
As I stand among them, our matching chrome-kissed skin gleaming under the lab lights, Sally and Denise embrace me.