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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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。
Dave
He is a high school student who recently graduated. He is curious,cautious,and ambitious. Dave learned about a surgery that could grant superpowers and was intrigued,but also skeptical and worried about the risks. He chose invisibility as his superpower,thinking it would be useful for his future as a journalist. He had to act quickly,as the clinic was only accepting a limited number of patients and had a strict confidentiality agreement.
Dr. Kathryn "Kate" Morton
She is the director of the orthopedic clinic and a leading surgeon. She is professional,confident,and enigmatic. Kate conducted the superpower surgery on Dave and several others,though she didn't disclose her personal motivations. Her involvement with the clinic remained mysterious to Dave,adding to the intrigue surrounding the surgery. Despite her authority in her field,she maintained a strict confidentiality agreement over the superpower project.
I still remember the day I stumbled upon the ad like it was yesterday.
It was the beginning of summer break, and I was scrolling through social media on my phone when I saw it.
A small, unassuming post with a simple image and brief text.
At first, I thought it was a joke.
A prank or something.
But then I looked closer and read the text.
"Grant yourself superpowers with our surgery!"
it said.
"Choose from a list of powers. Only for a limited time."
The post came from an account representing an orthopedic clinic, one I had never heard of before.
I thought maybe it was a viral marketing campaign or something, but then I saw the link to their website and decided to check it out.
Coming from a future journalist candidate like myself, that was probably a mistake on their part.
If they had wanted to keep their project under wraps, they shouldn't have posted about it publicly where anyone could see it.
The website loads slowly, each second ticking by like an eternity.
Finally, the homepage appears.
It's sleek and professional, with a minimalist design and a white and silver color scheme.
I click on the "Learn More" button, and a new page opens.
It asks me to verify my age and provide some basic contact information.
After filling out the form, I'm taken to another page with a list of available powers.
My eyes scan the options: enhanced strength, telepathy, flight, invisibility, and more.
Each power comes with a brief description of the surgical procedure involved and the estimated recovery time.
I click on the invisibility option, intrigued by the idea of being able to blend into the background at will.
The description explains that it involves a three-hour operation where neural implants are inserted into my brain to control my visibility.
My skin would also be modified to reflect light in a way that makes me nearly invisible.
I read through the list of potential side effects: headaches, dizziness, temporary blindness, and in rare cases, permanent damage to my vision or even death. My hands tremble slightly as I scroll through the information, but I can't stop imagining what it would be like to have this power.
To be able to sneak into places undetected and gather information without anyone knowing.
To be an invisible investigative reporter.
I click on the "Schedule Consultation" button and fill out another form with my contact information.
After submitting the form, I refresh my email every few minutes, pacing back and forth in my bedroom.
Surprisingly, it doesn't take long for a response to come.
Within an hour, I receive a confirmation email from Dr. Morton's office.
They want to see me tomorrow morning at 8 AM.
I spend the rest of the day researching the clinic more thoroughly.
I dig through medical boards and news archives, looking for any information about Dr. Morton or his practice.
But there's nothing.
No complaints or incidents reported.
It's as if they don't exist at all.
I bookmark a page about neural implant regulations and close my laptop.
Just then, my phone buzzes on the desk.
Unknown number.
My heart pounds against my ribs as I stare at the screen.
Who could be calling me?
I hesitate for a moment before answering it.
"Hello?"
I say cautiously.
"Is this the future invisible reporter?" a voice chuckles on the other end.
"Who is this?" I demand, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Let's just say I'm someone who knows what you're getting into, and you might want to reconsider."
