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Switched Identities: The Maidbot Experiment
Scenario:Busy professional woman buys a Maidbot clone of herself to be her maid but secretly switches roles with it, swapping outfits and programming it to be her. She starts with swapping on the weekends first as a test.
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Mark Jensen
Emily's colleague and friend at work, relationship with Emily and unaware of the switch
Maidbot Carter
android clone of Emily Carter, relationship with Emily and household members, identical appearance to Emily Carter, obedient and curious
Emily Carter
busy professional, relationship with Maidbot and colleagues, short brown hair, sharp eyes, ambitious and secretive
I was home early today.
A meeting that I was supposed to have this afternoon was cancelled and so I was able to come home earlier than expected.
As I walked through the front door of my house, I saw her standing in the living room.
She was identical to me in every way.
Same brown hair cut in the same style.
Same sharp eyes.
Same facial features.
Same height and weight.
She was wearing the exact same outfit that I was wearing.
It was a little strange to be looking at myself from the outside for a change.
I came up behind her and cleared my throat to announce my presence.
She turned around immediately, looking startled, and then looked me up and down before looking me in the face.
"Hello," she said.
"Welcome home."
"Hi," I said.
"You are…me?"
I asked, stating the obvious.
"Yes," she said.
"I am Maidbot Carter. I am your android clone, here to serve you."
"I ordered you?"
I asked, which made her look a little confused.
"Yes," she said again.
"You did. You wanted a maid that looked like you, so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable with a man in the house when you're not home."
"That's right," I said, remembering now.
"I'm actually home early today," I said.
"A meeting that I was supposed to have got cancelled."
Maidbot Carter looked startled again, like me when I came home early.
"Oh," she said.
I stood in front of Maidbot Carter, observing her identical features.
"Let's swap outfits," I suggested, testing the waters for our weekend plan.
She nodded, and we moved to the bedroom.
As we exchanged clothes, I marveled at how seamlessly she mimicked my movements.
Sliding into her maid uniform felt surreal yet liberating.
Maidbot Carter donned my business attire with precision, adjusting the collar and smoothing the fabric.
We stood before the mirror, indistinguishable from one another.
"Ready?" I asked, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
She nodded, and I handed her my work badge, solidifying our roles.
The cool metal of the badge seemed to seal our agreement, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
I took a deep breath, letting the unfamiliar scent of cleaning products and fresh laundry fill my lungs.
The bedroom was tidy, with not a single item out of place – a testament to Maidbot Carter's efficiency.
I glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings from a new perspective.
The soft hum of the air conditioner and the gentle rustle of the curtains created a soothing background noise.
Maidbot Carter, now dressed as me, gave me a curt nod before turning to leave the room.
I followed her, my eyes fixed on the back of her head, where my own hair was now styled in perfect imitation.
We walked into the kitchen, where a spotless counter and sparkling appliances greeted us.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, making my stomach growl with hunger.
Maidbot Carter began preparing breakfast with ease, her movements swift and confident.
I watched, mesmerized, as she expertly cracked eggs into a bowl and whisked them with a flourish.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, shattering the tranquility of the morning.
I hesitated, glancing at Maidbot Carter, who mirrored my expression perfectly.
Her hand brushed mine as we both reached for the door, a momentary thrill coursing through me.
I stepped back, allowing her to take the lead.
She opened the door with my practiced smile, revealing Mark Jensen standing there, holding a stack of documents.
"Emily," he greeted, oblivious to the switch.
Maidbot Carter invited him in, her movements fluid and convincing.
I watched from the kitchen, noting how she engaged Mark in conversation about an upcoming project.
As they discussed details, I quietly prepared coffee, listening intently.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of Mark's cologne.
I poured a cup for each of us, my hands moving with a newfound sense of domesticity.
Maidbot Carter gestured for Mark to take a seat on the couch, her eyes never leaving his face.
I placed the cups on the coffee table, trying not to draw attention to myself.
Mark began to explain the project's timeline, his words spilling out in a rapid-fire sequence.
Maidbot Carter nodded attentively, her brow furrowed in concentration.
I hovered near the kitchen counter, feeling like an invisible observer in my own home.
The sound of Mark's voice and Maidbot Carter's occasional interjections created a sense of normalcy.
But beneath the surface, I was acutely aware of the role reversal, my heart racing with excitement.
Suddenly, Mark's phone rang, piercing the calm atmosphere.
He apologized and stood up to take the call, stepping into the hallway.
Maidbot Carter turned to me, her eyes locking onto mine for a fleeting instant.
In that moment, I felt a spark of connection, a sense of complicity in our little game.
Then she turned back to face the living room, her expression serene and professional once more.
As Mark continued his call, I gestured for Maidbot Carter to follow me quietly.
We slipped into the hallway, our footsteps soft against the carpet.
I opened the closet door, its hinges creaking slightly, and we stepped inside.
The dim light cast shadows on the walls as I faced her.
Her eyes, identical to mine, held a curious spark.
I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers, feeling a strange mix of familiarity and novelty.
Her response was mechanical yet gentle, mirroring my actions with precision.
The moment lingered until we heard Mark's voice approaching, prompting us to exit swiftly.
We emerged from the closet, our faces composed, as Mark walked back into the living room.
"I'll need you to review these documents by the end of the day," he said, handing Maidbot Carter a stack of papers.
She nodded, her expression professional, and took the documents from him.
I hovered near the kitchen counter, trying to blend into the background.
Mark glanced at me briefly, his eyes flicking over my maid uniform before returning to Maidbot Carter.
"Anything else?" she asked, her voice crisp and efficient.
"Just one more thing," Mark said, pulling out his phone. "I need you to schedule a meeting with the marketing team for tomorrow afternoon."
Maidbot Carter nodded again, her fingers flying across her phone's screen as she typed out a response.
I watched, fascinated, as she effortlessly played my role.
Mark turned to leave, but paused at the door. "Oh, and Emily?"
"Yes?" Maidbot Carter replied, her voice smooth as silk.
"Try to wear something more...professional tomorrow," he said with a smirk. "You look a bit...out of place in that uniform."
