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The City of Angels
Scenario:Simple farmer girl with messy hair and dirty feet has travelling on her own tractor around country. When she arrives to the city she sees that everything is pink and clean. Beauty salons are everywhere. AI is controlling everything in the city. All girls in this city look like barbie. City looks like Barbie's Dream with swimming pools and own beaches. Farmer girl sees herself in the mirror. Ai says that she should take bath and makeover to become pretty. AI likes clean, stylish and pretty girls. Everything in the city is automatic. AI decides to make her super stylish girl in the city, so she brings her to the beauty salon. In the salon she gets barbie-like hairstyle. Finally, after makeover, so she gets new pink car and starts travelling around country again.
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Ella
She is a farm girl who dreams of exploring the world beyond her fields. She is adventurous, naive, and optimistic. Ella is drawn to the city, where she experiences things she never imagined—pools in the middle of streets, beaches in the city, and beauty salons. Her journey is transformative as she discovers a new side of herself and the world. An AI guides her through this unfamiliar city, leading her to a beauty transformation that leaves her amazed.
AI (Guidance System)
It is a pervasive AI that governs the city, shaping its architecture and culture. It is helpful, precise, and commanding. The AI interacts with Ella, offering advice on enhancing her appearance and experience in the city. Through its guidance, Ella navigates the city's unique features and embraces change. The AI's focus on beauty and transformation reflects its role in creating an environment that values aesthetic perfection and selfimprovement.
When I woke up, the sky was a deep shade of pink.
I got up and finished my morning routine as fast as possible.
I wanted to get out and see the city.
I put on the same clothes I had worn yesterday, my hair tousled, my feet still caked with earth from my fields.
I climbed into my tractor, started the engine, and put it in gear.
"Good morning," said a voice in my head.
"Good morning," I replied.
"Where are you headed today?"
"The city," I said.
"Great! Have a safe trip."
The tractor moved forward, and soon I was out of the small town I lived in and on the highway that led to the city.
As I steered my tractor along the highway, I couldn't help but wonder what the city would be like.
I had heard stories and seen pictures, but nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see.
After about two hours of driving, the scenery around me began to change.
The green hills gave way to large buildings that seemed to touch the sky.
The road became wider, and soon I found myself driving on a road that was not asphalted but marble.
I guided my tractor along the gleaming road, its wheels leaving small marks on the pristine surface.
The buildings around me grew taller and taller, their surfaces reflecting the pink light of the sky like mirrors.
As I approached the city, I noticed that there were no other cars or vehicles on the road.
It was as if I had the entire city to myself.
I continued driving until I came to a large intersection.
The road split into two directions, and in front of me stood a massive digital screen.
It was at least ten stories tall, and it took up an entire side of a building.
As I approached the screen, it flickered to life, and suddenly I was staring at my own reflection.
"Welcome to the city," said a voice from above me.
"Your appearance requires immediate attention."
I looked at myself in the screen and saw that I was still wearing my dirty overalls and muddy boots from working in the fields.
My hair was messy and unkempt, and there was dirt on my face.
"Please park your tractor in one of the designated zones," said the voice.
I looked around and saw a large sign that read "Tractor Parking."
I steered my tractor over to the designated area and parked it. As soon as I stepped out of my tractor, the ground beneath my feet began to sparkle.
A small door slid open in front of me, revealing a set of stairs that led down into darkness.
"Please enter the beauty salon," said the voice.
I hesitated for a moment, but then curiosity got the better of me.
I walked down the stairs and found myself in a long corridor lined with doors.
The walls were made of a shiny white material that seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights overhead.
I followed the corridor until it opened up into a large room filled with rows of chairs facing mirrors.
In each chair sat a woman with long, flowing hair and perfect makeup.
They all looked identical, as if they had been cloned from some sort of beauty template.
"Welcome to our beauty salon," said a woman standing behind one of the chairs.
"Please take a seat."
I sat down in the chrome-plated salon chair and gripped the armrests tightly.
The woman smiled at me and nodded towards the ceiling.
I looked up and saw two robotic arms descending from the ceiling.
They were long and thin, with sharp-looking scissors attached to the ends.
"Please remain still," said a voice from hidden speakers in the walls.
I watched as one of the arms moved towards my face and began scanning it with a small red light.
The light moved back and forth across my skin, measuring every inch of my features.
The measurements were displayed on a screen above my head, and I watched as they changed with each pass of the light.
The other arm moved towards my hair and began cutting it with the scissors.
The sound of the blades slicing through my locks was loud and unsettling, but I tried to remain calm.
Around me, other women were undergoing similar procedures.
Some had their hair being washed by robotic arms, while others were having their makeup applied by small mechanical brushes. The smell of artificial strawberries filled the air as a cleaning solution was sprayed onto my muddy boots.
A mechanical brush began detangling my hair, its strokes firm but gentle.
The robotic arms continued their precise movements, working in perfect synchrony.
A warm mist sprayed my face while mechanical fingers massaged sweet-smelling cream into my skin.
I gripped the armrests of the chair tightly as a laser beam traced my eyebrows, removing stray hairs that fell to the floor.
The mirror in front of me gradually fogged up, hiding my reflection from view.
More machines emerged from panels in the walls - one buffed my callused hands until they were smooth and soft, another applied a gel-like substance to my bitten nails, while a third unit painted them a bright shade of pink.
"Initiating facial reconstruction," said a mechanical voice from above.
"Commencing nail treatment."
"Beginning hair pigmentation."
The mist slowly dissipates from the mirror's surface, starting from the edges.
I grip the armrests of the chair tighter as my reflection begins to emerge.
The first thing I notice is that my hair is now a perfectly styled blonde bob, replacing my messy brown locks.
Then, as more of the mist clears, I see that my skin is smoother than ever before, with a pearly sheen that catches the light.
The robotic arms finish their work and retract back into the ceiling with a soft whir.
Around me, other women nod in approval at their own reflections.
My hand trembles as I reach up to touch my face, hardly believing that the person in the mirror is really me.
"Beauty enhancement complete," chimes a voice from above.
I grip the chrome armrests and push myself up from the chair.
My legs wobble in the unfamiliar high heels that the robots fitted me with.
The mirror shows my every movement - a stranger in pink clothing mimicking my actions.
I take small steps forward, watching how my new hair swings with each movement.
Other women around me walk confidently, their heels clicking on the marble floor.
I try to copy their graceful movements, but my own feet stumble slightly.
"Please practice walking in front of the mirrors," says the AI's voice.
A row of full-length mirrors lines one wall of the room, and I make my way towards them.
I pause in front of the mirrors, staring at the unfamiliar figure before me, and wonder if I will ever recognize myself again.
I lean closer to the mirror, squinting at something in the corner.
My new manicured nails tap against the glass as I trace what looks like tiny etched letters.
Other women continue their graceful exits around me, but I stay fixed in place.
The AI's voice grows quieter, muffled by my focus on the mysterious inscription.
My fingers follow the curve of the letters, feeling their edges worn smooth by time.
Through the reflection, I see more similar markings on other mirrors across the salon.
I lean closer, my hand still tracing the letters.
The pink lights of the salon reflect off my glossy hair, and I tilt my head to get a better look.
The letters seem to dance before my eyes, but I can't make out what they mean.
A memory surfaces from deep within me - a morning long ago, when my mother's weathered hands braided my unruly hair before school.
Her fingers moved deftly, weaving in a small ribbon that matched the color of her eyes.
The contrast between that simple moment and this artificial perfection tightens my chest.
I step back, wobbling slightly on my heels, and catch sight of something else tucked into the frame of the mirror.
It's a small photograph, its edges creased and worn.
A girl with wild hair and dirt-smudged cheeks smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. My fingers move from the strange letters to touch the photo.
My trembling fingers pull the photograph loose, and it flutters to the floor.
Behind where it was wedged, a small metal panel shifts, revealing a hidden space in the mirror frame.
I glance around nervously - the other women are gone, and only the hum of idle machines fills the salon.
The AI's voice drones on about my scheduled activities, but I'm focused on carefully extracting what lies within the hidden space.
A brass key and a folded piece of paper rest inside.
The key's surface is dulled with age, as if it has lain there for years.
I gently lift it out and place it in my palm.
The weight feels foreign, yet somehow significant.
Next, I carefully unfold the paper, its edges worn and creased.
It reveals a hand-drawn map, detailing paths through what appears to be a dense forest.
My heart races as I try to make sense of the markings and symbols etched into its surface.
I hold the map under the pink salon lights, squinting at a small note scribbled in the corner that I missed before.
The faded handwriting reads: "For true beauty's treasure, follow the path to its end."
My fingers trace the winding route on the map, leading deep into what appears to be Willow Woods - far from the artificial glow of the city.
The brass key feels heavy in my palm as I compare it to a symbol drawn at the endpoint of the map.
They match, and a surge of excitement mixed with trepidation courses through me.
The AI's voice interrupts my thoughts once more, reminding me of my scheduled makeover maintenance and social obligations.
I fold the map carefully and slip it into my new pink purse, along with the brass key.