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MidReal Story
Mysterious Billionaire Boss
Scenario:I am young athletic woman named Erica. There is a company that asks for volunteers to be transformed to metallic fembots. Fembots are programmed to be absolutely loyal and obedient. Fembots are made to serve people. They can be bought by rich. I am volunteering
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Erica Johnson
She is a young and ambitious marketing professional working for a small company. She is curious, adventurous, and introspective. Erica discovers an opportunity to volunteer for a mysterious company that transforms humans into metallic fembots. Despite initial reservations, she decides to undergo the transformation. The experience challenges her perceptions of identity and autonomy as she navigates the enigmatic world of fembots, exploring themes of obedience, loyalty, and selfdiscovery.
Dr. Kathryn
She is a scientist leading the research and development of the metallic fembot technology. She is intelligent, authoritative, and composed. As the primary contact with the company, Erica interacts with Dr. Kathryn, who explains the transformation process and her motivations behind the project. With her background in engineering and robotics, Dr. Kathryn exudes confidence and precision, leaving Erica in awe of her expertise and passion for advancing technology.
Unnamed Billionaire (Mr. X)
He is a wealthy and influential figure interested in the metallic fembot project. He is strategic, discreet, and commanding. As one of the investors supporting the company, he plays a significant role in driving the progress of the technology. His interactions with Erica are brief but impactful, where he hands her a business card without explanation. His presence hints at larger plans involving the fembot program and his expectations for its future applications.
I am a young woman, probably the most beautiful one in the world.
My name is Erica.
I am athletic, smart, and very ambitious.
I am working for a small company, which is not too bad.
But I am definitely looking for something better.
One day I saw an ad on the internet, which was kind of weird.
There was a company, which was looking for volunteers.
The volunteers had to be transformed into metallic fembots.
What were fembots?
Fembots were absolutely loyal and obedient servants, which could be bought by rich people.
I was curious and wrote an email to get more information about this project.
After a few hours, I got a response from a woman named Dr. Kathryn.
She was the head of this research and development project.
The company behind this project was owned by a mysterious billionaire, who wished to stay unknown.
Dr. Kathryn sent me a long email with all the details about this project.
She explained that they were using some kind of advanced robotics, which would allow them to transform human bodies into metallic fembots.
The whole process was kind of magical, as Dr. Kathryn did not explain how exactly they were going to do it.
I sit at my desk and stare at the email, which is open on my laptop.
My fingers are hovering over the keyboard as I am drafting my response.
I explain my qualifications.
I am a young woman with an athletic body, which would be perfect for this project.
I have some experience in marketing, which could be useful for this company.
I also explain that I am a very adaptable person, who can easily adjust to new situations.
Then I write about my interest in becoming a fembot.
I explain that the concept of complete loyalty is very interesting to me.
I am a very loyal person, and I believe that this quality is very important in any relationship.
I also explain that I am not afraid of the transformation process, and I am willing to take any risks that come with it.
After several revisions, I add one more paragraph to the email.
In this paragraph, I explain that I am willing to sign any necessary confidentiality agreements.
I understand that this project is confidential, and I do not want to jeopardize it in any way. Finally, I proofread the email twice to make sure that there are no typos or grammatical errors.
When I am satisfied with the content of the email, I click the send button.
I refresh my email every few minutes throughout the afternoon, barely able to focus on my regular work tasks.
At 4:47 PM, a new message appears in my inbox.
It is from Dr. Kathryn.
My hands are shaking as I open the email.
The message is brief and formal.
Dr. Kathryn requests my presence at 2 PM tomorrow in a downtown office building that I have passed many times but never entered.
I quickly check my calendar and reschedule a client meeting that I had planned for tomorrow afternoon.
Then I respond to Dr. Kathryn's email, confirming that I will be there.
For the rest of the workday, I spend my time researching the location of the office building and planning what to wear tomorrow.
I decide on a conservative black pantsuit that accentuates my athletic frame.
I park my car in the underground garage and double-check the building number against Dr. Kathryn's email.
The elevator ride to the 42nd floor is long enough for me to smooth my pantsuit, adjust my ponytail, and check my reflection in the mirrored walls.
The doors open to a stark white lobby.
My heels click against the marble floor as I step out.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawls below like a circuit board of steel and concrete.
A sleek reception desk stands empty, but near it, a woman in a white lab coat studies a tablet.
She looks up as I approach.
Steel-gray eyes meet mine.
She extends her hand.
"Erica," she says.
Dr. Kathryn's grip is firm and cool.
She smiles, but her eyes remain serious.
"Please, follow me."
She gestures down a corridor to the left.
I fall into step behind her.
Her lab coat is crisp and white, and it swishes as she walks.
The corridor stretches out before us, illuminated by recessed lighting in the ceiling.
The walls are white, and modern abstract paintings hang at precise intervals.
Geometric shapes in metallic silvers and blues dance across the canvases.
My heels click against the polished floor, echoing Dr. Kathryn's measured footsteps.
She doesn't look back at me as we walk, but I can tell that she is aware of my presence.
Occasionally, she glances down at her tablet, checking something before continuing on her way.
We pass several unmarked doors before Dr. Kathryn stops at a sleek metal entrance.
She turns to me, her expression unreadable.
"Before we go in, Erica, there's something you need to know," she says quietly.
I nod, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension.
"Once you enter, there's no turning back," she explains.
"This lab contains classified technology that you can't unsee.
I need you to understand the gravity of this moment.
She pauses, studying me intently.
I nod again, my heart pounding in my chest.
Dr. Kathryn scans her keycard against a small panel on the wall, and the metal door slides open with a soft hiss.
The lab stretches before us, bathed in the soft blue light of multiple holographic displays floating at different stations.
Complex machinery hums along the walls, and robotic arms hang from the ceiling like metallic tentacles.
In the center of the room, a sleek examination chair sits surrounded by scanning equipment.
Dr. Kathryn gestures for me to step inside, and I cross the threshold, my heels clicking against the metallic floor.
The door closes behind me with a final, resonant thud.