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MidReal Story
The Baby Robot Dentist
Scenario:In a distant future where pediatric care has become a seamless fusion of compassion and advanced technology, three babies are strapped into a luxurious, high-tech stroller gliding through a zero-gravity pediatric ward. Holographic displays of swirling, colorful nebulae dance in the air around them, casting dreamy reflections across their round cheeks.
A gentle, humanoid robot dentist—polished to a mirror shine and dressed in a spotless white coat—tends to them with practiced care. Each baby is being comforted with a different style of anesthesia mask, suited to their unique needs… or perhaps chosen at random, sparking subtle rivalry.
The girl with pigtails receives a vintage black rubber mask, thick and old-fashioned, like something from an antique medical museum. The boy with the oversized bow is given a sleek, high-tech mask glowing softly with digital readouts and biometric sensors. The third baby girl gets a modern, translucent mask—clinical, efficient, and snug-fitting.
Each mask is connected to its own rebreather bag, inflating and deflating rhythmically as the babies drift toward sedation. But even in their sleepy haze, half-lidded eyes betray a trace of envy. Each baby quietly covets the mask the others have, unaware of the care and thought behind their own.
Why are they here? What is the robot preparing them for? Is this routine dental care in a world where sedation is tailored like fashion—or is something more mysterious behind the robot’s kind eyes and the comforting gas?
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Lena
She is a baby girl with a curious nature. She is observant, envious, and adventurous. Lena notices the unique dental masks used on the other babies and wishes for one like theirs. She experiences a mysterious trip to the "baby dentist" with her caregiver, unsure of the purpose behind it. During the visit, she feels a strange taste in her mouth and later discovers a shiny object, sparking her imagination about the event.
The Boy with the Big Bow
He is a baby boy with an affectionate nature. He is cheerful, competitive, and playful. He receives a sleek, hightech anesthesia mask during his dental visit, which catches Lena's attention and stirs her curiosity. Though he doesn't fully understand the event, he seems excited and happy to be part of it. His large bow keeps him distracted and entertained throughout the trip, giving him a carefree demeanor.
The Pigtails Girl
She is a baby girl with a brave personality. She is sociable, adventurous, and cheerful. Her pigtails give her an adorable appearance that catches Lena's eye and stirs her imagination. Like Lena, she experiences a mysterious dental visit with a vintage black rubber mask. Though she doesn’t express any concerns or confusion about the event, her bright personality shines through even in her sleepiness, showing resilience and joy.
Three babies are strapped into strollers side by side.
Each one is different.
The girl on the left has pigtails.
The boy in the middle has a giant bow tied around his head.
The girl on the right has nothing distinguishing her at all.
I am in one of those strollers, but I don’t know which.
I am aware of everything around me, but I have no idea how I got here or what is happening.
All three babies are looking straight ahead, drooling slightly as they stare at the holographic displays floating in the air.
They’re advertisements for baby food, swappable diaper pads, and a local baby gym with "playtime activities" and "parental socialization."
They float through the air just above eye level, casting a multicolored glow over the babies’ round cheeks.
The stroller’s restraints are snug but allow for some movement in the arms.
I stretch my pudgy fingers toward the shimmering baby food advertisement.
The colors pulse and change, shifting from a spoonful of pureed carrots to a plate of applesauce to a bowl of oatmeal.
The oatmeal transforms into a cloud, and the cloud turns into a flock of birds that fly off into the distance.
The advertisement loops back around to the carrots, but this time, instead of a spoonful, there’s just a single carrot floating in the air.
It breaks apart into a handful of orange stars, which float away from each other like confetti.
My hand passes through the first star, creating ripples in the light.
It doesn’t hurt, but it feels strange—like I’ve disturbed a cloud of fog.
I pull my hand back down and then reach up again, this time passing through two stars at once.
The ripples from my hand intersect with each other, creating even more movement in the light. The boy with the bow notices what I’m doing and reaches up to touch the hologram as well.
His hand goes through one star and then another, creating more ripples where his fingers meet mine.
The pigtailed girl watches us but doesn’t lift her arms out of her lap.
When I pull my hand back down again, there are tiny sparkles of light clinging to my skin.
The boy’s laugh starts as a quiet chuckle.
Then it grows into full belly laughs that make his bow bounce.
I can’t help but laugh, too.
Our giggles echo through the zero-gravity ward, and the holographic birds break apart and reform into new shapes.
The pigtailed girl finally joins in, her laughter high-pitched squeals that make me laugh even harder.
The robot dentist stops what he’s doing and tilts his head to the side as he watches us.
Our laughter sends us gently spinning in our strollers, twisting us around in our safety straps.
The robot dentist stops arranging his tools and turns toward our spinning strollers.
His metallic face shifts, the corners of his mouth lifting in an attempt to mirror our laughter.
Suddenly, a bright yellow hologram projects from his chest—a simple smiley face that bobs up and down.
I stop laughing, fascinated by this new light show.
The smiley face swoops between our strollers, leaving trails of golden sparkles in its wake.
When it passes close to my face, I reach out to catch it, but my fingers pass right through.
The boy with the bow claps his hands, trying to grab the playful hologram as it circles his head.
The yellow smiley face bursts apart like a firework, exploding into dozens of tiny grins that zip between our strollers.
I reach out, trying to touch one that hovers near my nose, but it darts away at the last second.
The boy with the bow squeals and waves his arms as three smileys circle his head like a crown.
More faces stream from the robot’s chest, creating intricate patterns in the air.
The pigtailed girl kicks her feet, sending ripples through the hologram.
I glance down at my own reflection in the robot’s shiny chest.
I’m the plain girl, watching wide-eyed as the light show surrounds us.
"Why do you think it does that?" the boy with the bow asks, his eyes wide with wonder.
The pigtailed girl shrugs, her voice barely above a whisper, "Maybe it's trying to tell us something."
I nod slowly, feeling a strange certainty as I say, "I think it's showing us how to find the way out."
I lean forward in my stroller, straining against the safety straps.
The yellow smiley faces dance ahead of us, forming a winding path that leads toward the far wall.
They seem to be beckoning us toward the swirling nebulae, where the colors are most intense.
The boy with the bow mimics my movement, leaning forward in his stroller.
It drifts slightly, as if responding to his weight shift in the zero gravity.
The pigtailed girl kicks her feet again, sending her stroller spinning in small circles.
I glance at the robot dentist, who watches us intently, his metallic hands clasped together.
The smileys gather in a cluster near a seamless panel in the wall.
They pulse brighter, as if marking a doorway or a hidden passage.
The boy with the bow grins, "Do you think it's a secret exit?"
The pigtailed girl nods eagerly, her eyes sparkling, "Maybe it's how we escape this place!"
I take a deep breath, feeling a surge of excitement, "Let's follow them and see where it leads."
I wiggle against the straps holding me in place, testing their strength.
The buckle is complex—a sleek digital lock with a glowing blue center.
When I press my tiny fingers against it, tiny dots of light dance under my touch.
The boy with the bow watches me intently, his own hands hovering near his buckle.
The pigtailed girl has already figured it out—her lock beeps softly as she presses a specific pattern.
Following her lead, I tap the glowing center three times.
I press the glowing center a second time.
A third time.
There’s a satisfying click as the buckle releases.
The boy with the bow succeeds too, his face lighting up with triumph.
We exchange excited glances, but our victory is short-lived.
I watch as the panel on the stroller’s side lights up red.
A hidden compartment slides open, revealing a sleek anesthesia mask descending toward my face.
I try to push it away, but my small hands can’t stop its descent.
The boy with the bow giggles at first, thinking it’s part of the game.
Then his eyes widen as his own mask approaches.
The pigtailed girl kicks her feet, trying to dodge hers, but it’s no use.
The robot dentist watches us, his expression unchanged.
As the mask touches my nose and mouth, I feel a strange sensation wash over me.
I press my lips together tightly, cheeks puffing out as I fight the urge to breathe.
The mask seals firmly against my face, its edges pressing into my skin.
Through blurring vision, I see the boy with the bow already going limp, his fancy digital mask displaying changing numbers.
The pigtaled girl thrashes against her thick black mask, but her movements grow sluggish.
My chest burns for air.
The robot dentist steps closer, adjusting something on my translucent mask’s connection.
My lungs finally betray me with an involuntary gasp, drawing in a sweet-tasting vapor that makes my head feel heavy.
My limbs feel heavy and slow, but I force my eyes to stay open, fighting the gas with each breath.
The stroller’s restraints dig into my shoulders as I twist my body left and right.
Through blurry vision, I see the boy with the bow’s head drooping forward, completely asleep now.
The pigtailed girl’s movements have become weak twitches.
I manage to slip one arm free from the shoulder strap, my fingers fumbling clumsily at the lap belt.
I fumble with the lap belt, my fingers feeling thick and useless.
The robot dentist glides over to my stroller, his polished surface reflecting the holographic lights.
He gently takes my free hand and places it back at my side.
I try to resist, but my arm feels like it’s made of cotton candy.
Through the clear mask, I watch him press a button on my stroller’s control panel.
New straps emerge, wrapping securely around my freed arm.
The robot’s chest display shows a calming blue pattern, but I’m too drowsy to appreciate it.
A piercing alarm cuts through my drowsiness, making my eyes flutter open.
Red lights flash across the ward, casting an eerie glow on the robot dentist’s white coat.
Metallic footsteps echo from multiple directions as three more robot dentists glide into the room.
They move with urgent precision, checking our masks and tightening our restraints.
The original robot increases something on my mask’s control panel, making the gas flow stronger.
My chest rises and falls faster as I inhale more vapor.
Through blurring vision, I see the new robots securing additional straps across the boy's chest and the pigtailed girl's legs.
"Why are they doing this to us?" the boy with the bow murmurs, his voice barely audible over the alarm.
"I don't know," the pigtailed girl whispers back, her eyes wide with fear, "but I heard them say something about 'the experiment' before they brought us in."
"The experiment?" I manage to croak, my mind racing despite the fog, "What do they want from us?"
My arms and legs feel like jelly, but anger burns through the fog in my mind.
I twist my wrist against the new restraint, feeling it stretch slightly.
The robot dentists are huddled around a bank of screens, their faces bathed in the glow of our vital signs.
I glance at the boy with the bow; his head has fallen forward completely, his body limp.
The pigtailed girl’s eyes flutter weakly, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
Using all my strength, I pull my hand up just enough to reach the digital buckle on my chest strap.
My fingers brush against its glowing surface, searching for the right spot to press.
I freeze as the closest robot dentist snaps its head toward my hand on the buckle.
Its metallic fingers wrap around my wrist, cold and firm but not painful.
The robot’s chest display shifts from calming blue to warning orange as it moves my hand back to the armrest.
Through my mask’s fog, I notice additional restraints sliding out from hidden panels.
The robot secures my wrist with a soft but unbreakable band, then adjusts my mask’s straps tighter.
A new hissing sound tells me they’re increasing my gas flow.
I keep my eyes closed and my body still, pretending to be fully sedated.
The robots, monitoring our vital signs, seem to relax slightly as they believe I’m unconscious.
One of them adjusts the settings on my mask again, this time decreasing the gas flow.
I feel the straps around my wrists loosen just a bit.
Through my lashes, I see the boy with the bow is still asleep, his mask glowing softly.
The pigtailed girl stirs slightly but remains quiet.
"Do you think they know we're awake?" the pigtailed girl whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear.
"I don't think so," I reply softly, trying to keep my voice steady, "but we need to act fast before they realize."
"What if this is our only chance?" the boy with the bow murmurs, his eyes flickering open as he struggles against his restraints.
I watch as the robots attach rebreather bags to our masks.
They squeeze the bags firmly, causing the gas flow to increase.
My head spins, and I feel my eyelids growing heavy once more.
The boy with the bow stirs, his eyes fluttering as he tries to fight the stronger sedation.
The pigtailed girl's mask inflates and deflates rhythmically, her breathing becoming slower.
I strain against my restraints, feeling the straps dig into my skin as I attempt to free my hands.
The robot dentist monitors us closely, adjusting the gas levels on a nearby console.
As the robot dentist's eyes glow red, it advances toward us with a menacing stride.
I struggle against my restraints, feeling the straps dig into my skin as I try to free myself.
The boy with the bow wakes up, his eyes wide with fear as he sees the robot approaching.
The pigtailed girl whimpers softly, her mask hissing with each breath.
The robot stops at my stroller, its cold metal hand reaching for my mask.
With a sudden surge of adrenaline, I bite down hard on the mask's tube, snapping it in two.
I struggle to breathe as the robot quickly replaces the bitten tube with a new one.
The new tube connects with a soft click, and I feel the vapor levels increase, making my head spin even more.
The boy with the bow tries to shout something, but his words are muffled by his own mask.
The pigtailed girl's eyes flutter as she fights to stay awake.
I pull against the straps, feeling them dig into my skin, but they hold firm.
I feel the robot's cold metal fingers adjust my mask, and then it squeezes the rebreather bag, forcing more gas into my lungs.
My vision blurs even more, and I struggle weakly against the straps.
Next to me, the boy with the bow's mask inflates and deflates rapidly as he tries to fight the sedation.
The pigtailed girl's breathing slows, her bag being squeezed by another robot.
Her mask hisses softly as she drifts off into unconsciousness.
I try to call out to them, but my voice is muffled by the mask.
The robot dentist's eyes flicker, and the room plunges into darkness.
I wake up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest.
The anesthesia is wearing off, and I can feel my senses returning.
The robot dentist is still there, but it's no longer looking at us.
It's adjusting dials on a console next to the boy with the bow.
The boy is asleep, his mask inflating and deflating slowly.
The pigtailed girl is also asleep, her mask hissing softly.
I try to calm my breathing, but my heart is still racing.
I test the straps again, and they give a little more than before.
The robot turns to look at us again, its eyes glowing red as it checks our vital signs.
I freeze, pretending to be asleep as it approaches my stroller.
"Did you hear that?" the pigtailed girl whispers, her voice barely audible through the sedation.
The boy with the bow stirs slightly, murmuring, "It's the override code... I heard it when they brought us in."
I blink rapidly, trying to focus as I ask, "What override code?"
