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MidReal Story
Invisible Dave
Scenario:一家整形外科诊所提供一种可以赋予人们超能力的手术。高中生戴夫选择隐形。
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Dave
He is a high school student who lost his left leg in an accident. He is curious,determined,and skeptical. Dave learns about a surgical procedure at a rehabilitation clinic that can grant superpowers. Despite initial reservations,he decides to undergo the procedure,choosing invisibility as his superpower. Postsurgery,he struggles to adjust to his new life and grapples with the emotional impact of his choices. Ultimately,he resolves to make the most of his situation.
Dr. Kathryn "Kate" Harper
She is the lead physician at the rehabilitation clinic. She is compassionate,authoritative,and supportive. Dr. Harper explains the risks and benefits of the surgical procedure to Dave and other patients. Her dedication to helping patients reclaim their lives is evident as she works closely with Dave throughout his recovery. Her relationship with Dave shifts from a professional bond to a romantic connection,facilitating his emotional growth and adaptation postsurgery.
Unnamed Superpowers Patient
He is a patient at the rehabilitation clinic undergoing a similar surgical procedure as Dave. He is enthusiastic,hopeful,and somewhat selfcentered. The patient chooses flight as his superpower and is eager to test its limits immediately after surgery. His desire to soar above buildings highlights the diverse aspirations of individuals seeking transformation through the clinic's experimental procedure. His early interactions with Dave illustrate the varying levels of anticipation and excitement toward their newfound abilities.
I was told once by a man that I would never walk again.
He said it with a smugness on his face, as if he enjoyed telling me that my future was bleak.
But here I am, walking into a rehabilitation clinic, with a prosthetic leg made of carbon fiber.
The man who told me that I would never walk again was wrong, and now I’m here to get an upgrade.
The clinic offers a new surgical procedure that will give me superpowers.
Well, not just any superpowers—specific ones that I get to choose.
I’ve always been skeptical of this, but the more I learn about it, the more I want to have it done.
The procedure is still experimental, and there are risks involved, but the clinic’s lead physician, Dr. Harper, explains everything in detail.
She’s not trying to convince me; she’s letting me know what could happen, both good and bad.
If I decide to go through with it, I’ll be able to choose my superpower from a list of ten options.
Some of them are more useful than others, but all are interesting in their own way.
I’ve already decided what I want should I decide to go through with the procedure.
Invisibility is the superpower that calls to me the most.
I sit in Dr. Harper’s office, staring at the consent forms.
I was sure about invisibility, but now I’m not so sure.
I watch the condensation trickle down the side of my water glass.
Dr. Harper notices me staring at it and smiles.
"Would you like to see a video of one of our patients who has liquid control?" she asks.
I nod, and she pulls up a video on her phone.
The video shows a woman who is able to control water with her mind.
She can make it form shields, create bridges, and even heal wounds with it.
It’s amazing to watch, and I realize that this is a much more useful power than invisibility.
"Impressive," I say when the video ends.
"Yes, it is," Dr. Harper replies.
"Would you like to change your choice?"
I look down at the form in front of me.
I cross out "invisibility" and write "liquid control" in its place.
My hand trembles slightly as I write it, but I know that this is what I want.
Dr. Harper smiles when she sees my choice.
"This suits you better," she says.
"We’ll schedule the procedure for next week."
After making my decision, Dr. Harper hands me a thick packet of pre-surgery instructions.
I flip through the pages, reading about fasting requirements, medication restrictions, and potential complications.
My hands shake slightly as I read about the 12-hour surgery and two-week recovery period.
Dr. Harper notices my nervousness and sits beside me.
She explains each section carefully, pointing out the most important information.
She also shows me photos of patients who have undergone the procedure before and after.
The results are impressive, and I feel more confident in my decision.
When I reach the final page requiring my signature, I pause for a moment.
Dr. Harper offers me her pen—a sleek, silver instrument that feels heavy in my hand.
I sign my name with a steady hand, ready to embrace the extraordinary.
Dr. Harper takes the form, her fingers brushing against mine as she reviews my signature.
The office feels smaller now, more intimate.
She leans forward to file the paperwork in a thick manila folder marked with my name.
Through the window behind her desk, I notice dark clouds gathering—it’ll rain soon.
My eyes drift to a water cooler in the corner, imagining how I’ll manipulate those simple drops after the surgery.
Dr. Harper catches my gaze and smiles knowingly.
She pulls out a small bottle of water from her desk drawer and places it on the table between us.
"Keep this as a reminder of what’s to come," she says.
I pick up the bottle, feeling its cool surface against my palm.
"Do you think I'll really be able to do all those things?" I ask, my voice tinged with both excitement and doubt.
Dr. Harper nods confidently, "With practice and patience, you'll be amazed at what you can achieve."
I stand up from my chair, clutching the water bottle tightly.
Dr. Harper walks me to her office door, her hand lightly touching my shoulder.
Through the window, I see the first raindrops hitting the glass.
The sound is gentle at first, but it grows louder and more insistent as the dark clouds roll in.
"Remember to review all the instructions carefully when you get home," Dr. Harper reminds me.
"And don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions."
I nod, my voice a little shaky with anticipation.
"Thank you, Dr. Harper."
As I step into the hallway, I slip the water bottle into my jacket pocket.
It feels heavy against my chest, a tangible reminder of what's to come.
As I reach the elevator, I hear footsteps behind me and turn to see Dr. Harper catching up.
"One more thing," she says, her voice low, "there's something you should know about liquid control."
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued, as she continues, "It's not just about manipulating water; it connects you to emotions in ways you can't yet imagine."
I linger by the elevator, unable to walk away.
Dr. Harper stands close, her words echoing in my mind.
"It's not just about manipulating water; it connects you to emotions in ways you can't yet imagine."
She explains how water control reflects the user's inner state, how emotions can affect its flow and form.
The fluorescent lights flicker as thunder rumbles outside.
My fingers fidget with the water bottle, and Dr. Harper reaches out to steady my nervous hands.
Our eyes lock.
The contact sends warmth spreading through my arm, making my heart race.
The bottle slips, but she catches it, her hand remaining on mine.
The elevator dings, breaking our shared moment of connection.
I step inside, feeling the weight of possibility as the doors close.
I exit the elevator into the clinic's lobby, clutching the water bottle Dr. Harper gave me.
The rain pounds against the glass doors, creating streams that catch my attention.
I approach the doors, watching the water flow down in rivulets.
My fingers trace the patterns on the glass, imagining how it'll feel to control these droplets after surgery.
A security guard gives me a strange look, and I step back.
I pull out my phone to check the weather forecast for my walk home, but my hands are still trembling from Dr. Harper's touch.
As I scroll through the weather app, a voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Hey, you okay?" the security guard asks, his tone a mix of concern and curiosity.
I nod, slipping my phone back into my pocket, "Yeah, just... a lot to process right now."
He nods, understanding.
"You're not from around here, huh? Rain like this isn't common."
I shake my head, "No, I'm not. But I guess I'll get used to it."
The security guard glances at the glass doors, "Well, if you're planning on walking home, you might want to grab an umbrella from the lost and found. It's a downpour out there."
I look back at the rain-soaked glass doors.
Sheets of rain are illuminated by streetlights, creating rivers along the sidewalk.
"Thanks," I say, tucking my phone back into my pocket.
"But I think I'll be okay."
The security guard gives me a skeptical look but doesn't push the issue.
"Suit yourself," he says before returning to his post.
I stand there for a moment longer, watching the rain through the glass doors.
My fingers grip Dr. Harper's water bottle tightly in my pocket.
I step into the rain, feeling its power and promise with every drop that touches my skin.
I step into the heavy rain, letting water soak through my clothes and hair.
The streetlights cast an orange glow on puddles forming around my feet.
My prosthetic leg splashes through them as I walk, creating ripples that spread outward.
Cars pass by, their headlights reflecting off the wet pavement.
I pull out Dr. Harper's water bottle and hold it up, watching raindrops hit its surface.
The cold water running down my face feels different now - more significant.
Each drop represents the power I'll soon control.