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MidReal Story
Peasant Girl in Love
Scenario:Simple farmer girl and automatic bathroom
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Sophie
She is a young peasant girl working on a farm. She is simple, naive, and hopeful. Sophie experiences awe for the first time when she uses an automated washroom in a city, marveling at its technology and cleanliness. Her encounter with the city and its innovations leaves her feeling both amazed and overwhelmed. Despite her initial nervousness, she forms a connection with a kindhearted stranger, exploring the city together and experiencing new emotions beyond her rural background.
Stranger (Alex)
He is an anonymous traveler passing through the city. He is kind, curious, and adventurous. Alex assists Sophie in using the automated washroom, breaking down barriers between their social statuses and introducing her to urban life. With patience and generosity, he helps Sophie navigate through the city's unfamiliarity, providing her with a sense of wonder and exploration. His gentle nature and playful teasing create a bond with Sophie, allowing her to experience city life in unexpected ways.
I was awestruck for the first time in my life.
The washroom was automatic!
I had never seen such a thing in my life.
I had heard of such technology, but I couldn't believe that I was using it.
The washroom was so clean, and there were tissues and soaps provided.
I was lost, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly, I heard the door open and close behind me.
I turned around and saw a man standing in front of me.
He looked like a stranger in the city, just like me.
I was too shy to say anything, so I just stood there, unsure of what to do.
The man approached me slowly and asked me if I needed any help.
I shook my head but said nothing.
He smiled and asked me again if I was sure that I didn't need any help.
I still didn't say anything but just shook my head again.
The man chuckled and said that it was okay, that he would help me anyway.
He told me to follow him, which I did without saying anything.
He showed me how to use the automated washroom and explained everything to me slowly.
I listened carefully and tried to understand what he was saying.
After he finished explaining, I thanked him and tried to leave.
He stopped me and said that he would show me how to use the other facilities in the room.
I nodded and followed him again.
He took me to a sleek control panel near the wall and pointed to a row of buttons.
"These are the controls for the bathroom," he said.
"Each button has a different function. This one turns on the lights, this one turns on the water, and this one..."
He continued explaining each button's function, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
My mind was still reeling from the shock of seeing an automated washroom for the first time in my life.
I stood there with my mouth open, staring at him as if he were some kind of magician.
He chuckled and said that it was okay, that I would get used to it eventually.
He showed me how to use each button and explained what they did.
Finally, he pointed to a button with a symbol of a bath on it.
"This is the bath function," he said.
"It will fill up the tub with hot water and turn on the showerhead."
I looked at the button and then back at him.
"Bath?" I asked, confused.
"Yes," he replied.
"It's like a big tub that you can soak in. You know, like a creek?"
I thought about it for a moment and then nodded slowly.
"Yes," I said.
"I know what you mean. We have creeks back home where we swim."
He smiled and said that it was similar, but instead of swimming in a creek, you would be soaking in a tub filled with hot water.
I looked at the button again and then back at him.
"Okay," I said finally.
"I'll try it."
He nodded and stepped back as I pressed the button. There was a mechanical whirring sound coming from behind me, followed by a gurgling noise as water began flowing into the tub.
The floor split open, revealing a pristine white bathtub rising smoothly from beneath it like magic!
A shower head extended from above us, looking like some sort of metallic flower blooming right before our eyes!
Steam began curling through the air as hot water filled up inside until there wasn't any room left - just pure bliss waiting patiently underneath its surface!
As I marveled at the sight, he leaned in closer and whispered, "You know, not everyone gets to see this place."
I turned to him, curiosity piqued. "Why me then?"
He hesitated for a moment before replying, "Because you remind me of someone I once knew—a traveler who changed everything."
I stand before the control panel, my fingers hovering over the array of mysterious buttons.
The stranger has stepped outside to give me privacy, but his earlier demonstrations left me both curious and uncertain.
Each button glows with a soft blue light, their symbols meaningless to me.
Taking a deep breath, I reach out and press one at random.
The machine whirs to life, and I expect the bath to appear again.
Instead, jets of warm air blast from hidden vents in the walls.
I yelp and stumble backward, bumping into the sink.
The air tousles my hair and clothes while I grip the porcelain edge, torn between fear and fascination.
I laugh, realizing that in this strange new world, even the simplest actions can lead to unexpected adventures.
Gathering my courage, I reach for the control panel once more.
This time, I focus on finding the bath function again.
My fingers hover over a large circular button with a water droplet symbol.
It seems promising, but I hesitate.
What if it does something else entirely?
Just then, the stranger's voice comes through the door.
"Everything alright in there?"
I call back, "Yes, I'm fine!"
Taking a deep breath, I press the button firmly.
The machine responds with a mechanical whirring that echoes through the room.
I step back, startled, as the floor begins to shift beneath my feet.
The pristine white tiles slide apart in geometric patterns, revealing glimpses of chrome fixtures rising from below.
My heart pounds in my chest as I watch the transformation unfold before my eyes.
The floor splits open, and I stumble backward until my back presses against the wall. The sound of rushing water fills the room as sections of the floor continue to slide apart.
Gleaming metal shapes emerge from the depths, forming the outline of a tub.
Steam rises from within, carrying with it the scent of warmth and comfort.
The door creaks open slightly, and the stranger peeks in with a curious smile.
"Looks like you found the right button this time," he says, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
I nod, still in awe of the unfolding scene, and ask, "Who was this traveler you mentioned?"
He steps closer, his gaze following mine as the tub fills with water.
"It's a long story," he replies, his voice filled with a mix of nostalgia and longing.
"But I'll tell you someday, if you'd like."
I nod, my attention still fixed on the tub.
The stranger points to a set of buttons on the wall near the tub.
"These control the temperature," he explains.
"You can adjust it to your liking."
I step closer to examine the buttons, tracing my fingers along the chrome edge of the tub.
The stranger continues explaining, "Just press one of the buttons to change the temperature. You can make it hotter or cooler, depending on what you prefer."
I nod, trying to understand.
But as I look at the buttons, I realize that they all have different symbols.
I'm not sure which one does what.
I turn to ask the stranger for clarification, but he's already stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. I'm left alone with the tub and the mysterious buttons.
I hesitate for a moment, wondering what to do.
Then, I decide to try pressing one of the buttons.
Maybe it will make sense once I see what happens.
I reach out and press one of the buttons.
Immediately, jets of water spray from all directions - not just from the tub faucet but also from a shower head above me and small nozzles in the wall!
I yelp in surprise and stumble backward, slipping on the wet floor.
Water drenches my dress and plasters my hair to my face.
I hear the stranger's voice calling through the door, "Are you okay in there?"
I try to respond, but my voice is muffled by the sound of rushing water.
I manage to find the right button, and as the water calms, I stand soaked but laughing, realizing that in this place, every misstep is just another part of the adventure.
Standing in the automated washroom, my clothes heavy and dripping, I realize that I need to change.
The stranger's voice comes through the door again, "Do you need any help?"
I call back, "No, thank you. I'm fine."
But my hands shake as I unbutton my soaked blouse.
The fabric clings stubbornly to my skin.
I peel off each layer carefully, creating a wet pile on the floor.
My fingers fumble with unfamiliar clasps, but I manage.
The mechanical whir of the ventilation system makes me shiver.
The stranger's voice interrupts again, softer this time, "There's a wardrobe in the corner with clothes that should fit you."
I pause, surprised by his thoughtfulness, and reply, "Thank you. I didn't see it before."
He chuckles lightly, "It's easy to miss in all the excitement. Take your time."
I stand in the tub, clutching a towel around myself as I examine the control panel mounted on the wall.
My fingers hover over a button marked with a brush symbol.
The stranger's voice comes through the door again, "Try that one. It's for washing."
I press it hesitantly.
The walls click and whir.
Metal panels slide open on both sides of the tub.
I gasp as gleaming chrome arms unfold like origami, each bearing different colored sponges and bottles.
They pause in mid-air, as if waiting for permission.
The stranger's voice carries a hint of amusement, "Don't worry, they won't bite."
I laugh nervously, "Are you sure this isn't some kind of elaborate prank?"
He reassures me, "Trust me, it's just a very advanced bath."
I stare at the mechanical arms, my heart racing.
Slowly, they spring to life.
The chrome limbs move with precise, gentle motions, dipping into bottles and squeezing soap onto soft sponges.
When the first arm touches my foot, I flinch but force myself to stay still.
The sponge moves in circular patterns, cleaning between my toes with surprising tenderness.
Another arm works on my hands, its movements so careful it reminds me of my mother washing newborn lambs.
The stranger hums a tune outside, helping me stay calm as the machines continue their methodical work.
As the last arm retracts, leaving me clean and oddly comforted, I step out of the tub with a newfound sense of trust in this peculiar place.
I sink into the warm water, letting the mechanical arms continue their work.
A new panel slides open in the wall, revealing what looks like a metal crown hanging from delicate wires.
The stranger's voice becomes serious, "This is a special feature. It's called neural cleansing."
I hesitate, but he reassures me, "It will help you understand this city better."
The crown lowers slowly toward my head while he explains its purpose.
I grip the tub's edges as the cool metal touches my temples.
The stranger's voice is gentle but firm, "You'll feel a slight tingling, nothing more."
I swallow hard, my voice barely above a whisper, "And this will really help me understand?"
He nods, though I can't see him, "Yes, it'll show you the city's secrets and maybe even your own."
I sit on a bench near the tub, wrapped in a fresh towel.
Metallic arms emerge from the wall, each bearing a towel.
The first one wraps around my torso, followed by another across my shoulders.
More towels keep coming - one for my hair, one for my legs, even one for my feet.
The arms work methodically, layering fabric until I can barely move my arms.
Through the door, the stranger's voice asks if I'm okay.
I try to answer but my voice is muffled by a towel near my face.
The arms keep coming, wrapping me until I'm a cocooned caterpillar.
I manage to mumble, "Is this part of the process too?"
The stranger chuckles softly, "No, I think they might be overdoing it a bit."
With a hint of concern, he adds, "I'll adjust the settings; we don't want you turning into a towel mummy."
I sit wrapped in layers of towels when a panel in the wall slides open, revealing a hidden doorway.
The stranger's voice guides me through it into a room that feels like a dressing chamber.
Rows of clothes line the walls, and I can see my reflection in a mirror.
Metallic arms emerge from the walls, holding various fabrics and measuring tools.
They hover around me, taking my measurements while I stand still, unsure if I should be scared or amazed.
The arms select a shimmering blue gown from the racks and begin to dress me, removing towels one by one.
As the final towel falls away, I catch my reflection in the mirror and realize I'm no longer just a visitor in this city—I belong.
I sit on a cushioned stool while mechanical arms unwrap the towel from my damp hair.
The stranger's voice explains the next step, and a sleek metal dome descends from the ceiling.
It positions itself over my head, and I tense up, remembering the neural crown.
Warm air begins flowing from tiny holes in the dome, making my hair dance.
The mechanical arms work beneath the dome, separating strands with gentle precision.
When I try to turn my head to watch, the dome adjusts perfectly to follow my movement.
The stranger's voice interrupts my thoughts, "It's a hair-drying system, but with a twist."
I raise an eyebrow, curious, "A twist?"
He chuckles softly, "Yes, it styles your hair based on your mood—let's see what secrets it reveals about you."
I sit still as the mechanical arms attach silver rollers to my damp hair, section by section.
Each roller glows with a soft blue light and emits a gentle warmth.
The stranger's voice explains through the door, "These aren't ordinary rollers—they're programmed to create the perfect curl pattern for you."
When one roller touches my scalp, I flinch at its unexpected heat, but quickly adjust to the sensation.
The arms work methodically, starting from the back of my head and moving forward.
I sit in a cushioned chair near the tub while mechanical arms emerge from the wall, each holding tiny tools and colorful bottles.
The stranger's voice explains, "They'll do your nails."
When metal fingers reach for my feet, I pull them back instinctively.
"It won't hurt," he assures me through the door.
Slowly, I extend my feet again.
The arms begin cleaning under my toenails, then more arms appear with small brushes, painting each nail in precise strokes.
When they move on to my fingers, I watch fascinated as they trim, file, and polish with mechanical precision.
I stare at my feet in amazement as the mechanical arms finish their work.
Each toenail gleams with a perfect coat of pale pink polish, while my skin feels smoother than silk.
The arms massage my calves with scented oil, working from ankle to knee in gentle circular motions.
When they finally retreat into the wall, I run my fingers along my legs, marveling at how different they feel from my usual rough farm skin.
"Are you satisfied?"
the stranger asks through the door.
I nod, though I'm not sure he can see me.
"Yes," I say aloud.
"Thank you."
The mechanical dome that had been placed over my head earlier lifts away with a soft whir.
The arms retract into the walls, disappearing from sight.
I stand and walk to the large mirror on the wall, turning to face my reflection.
My hair, usually tangled and rough from the wind, falls in perfect waves down my back.
Each strand catches the light differently, creating a shimmer I've never seen before.
I reach up to touch it, but the stranger's voice stops me.
"Wait until it sets," he warns through the door.
I drop my hand but can't stop staring at my reflection.
I sit back down as more mechanical arms emerge from the walls, each holding brushes and colorful palettes.
One arm tilts my chin up while another begins applying a cool liquid to my face.
I resist the urge to pull away, unsure what it is but trusting the stranger's reassurances.
"Foundation," he explains through the door.
"It will even out your skin tone."
The mechanical arms work quickly, blending the liquid into my cheeks and forehead.
When they finish, another arm applies a lighter shade of liquid under my eyes.
"Concealer," the stranger says.
"It will cover any blemishes."
Next, a powder is dusted across my face, followed by a soft pink color applied to my cheeks.
"Blush," the stranger explains.
Then the arms move on to my eyes. I squeeze them shut nervously as I feel brushes against my eyelids.
"Relax," the stranger says through the door.
"They're very precise."
I try to breathe deeply as the mechanical hands work around my eyes.
I can hear the sound of small pots opening and closing, followed by gentle brushing against my skin.
When they finish, I open my eyes cautiously and look at myself in the mirror.
My eyes are transformed - deep shades of gray and blue dance across my eyelids, with a thin line of black along my lashes that makes them seem longer than before.