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<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\slatecity.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2>❦</div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">After spending some time with your roommate, drinking and watching the dancers, you notice a girl, way out of your league, watching the dancers alone. You were a bit too shy just to grab someone's card from the fishbowl, but keep that up and you'll go home alone, you approach. You introduce yourself. She doesn't turn you away. You're blessed with unexpected confidence as you chat with her. It's hard speaking over the music, you soon jerk your head towards the back patio, smiling she nods her head, she follows you.
<div class="picleft"><img src="images\places\oldjob.jpg"/></div>Gazing across the bay, you can't help but remember the years you spent as a button pusher. Yes, you admit to yourself, you pushed buttons, like a robot, for years. The ingrained beep-boop is almost audible when you think back. Soul-crushing work. After chatting for a while, she asks you a question. You say,<div class="boy">"God, what memories do I have of this place? Well, nothing good. I guess there's a lot of "Beep, beep-boop." I was a button pusher since 18, nearly a decade and I... You know it's sort of depressing. Now, my job is much cooler."</div>
You say turning to the brown-haired beauty, a bit shocked at seeing her upon second glance, your heart jumps a bit, but you keep it cool. Successfully suppressing the urge to ask her "why are you talking to me?", you try to turn up the charm.
<div class="boy">"Well, what about you, what memories do you have of our little paradise?</div>
<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\R Ray - Rose\r5.jpg"></div><div class="girl">"Come here. See that one, the tower on the left... Uh, it's on the right side of Lazerus Park. That's home. I'm a bio-interface security chick with DEEPpier. So, that means a lot of time sifting through people’s backlogs trying to find the roots of the latest vir-ad or hacking tool. Anyway, that's where I work, eat, sleep... and sometimes fuck." </div>she says, as she bites her lip briefly glancing at your crotch.<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Holy shit, I've just struck gold. Quick think of something clever to say... Whoa! Does she smell like a fresh breeze or some musky citrus lily?</div></div>
You smile broadly, <div class="boy">"Sometimes... Uh, you smell, or like y-you, live? There?"</div> Your smile fades as you crash and burn. <div class="girl"> "Wow, you're just as bad as me. Am I being too obvious? ... It's my first time to one of these HOUSEClubs."</div>She laughs, it seems you're being given a freebie.
You take note. Twenty-first of January 2051, half-past midnight, at a generic beachfront HOUSEClub, on the cool sand in the back, for the first time in your life, you caught a break.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Comeback ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Wow, well aren't you...''->intro2]]</div><</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Don't breathe! Her perfume will get you again!</div></div><</timed>></div><<script>>
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<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\monorail.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ THE BEGINNING ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class="text"><<if $run>>You look down and see a patch that reads... <div class=patch>"COMPLIANCE"</div>You've seen these patches before on criminals. This is ok, you feel extremely agreeable. Now that you think of it you're missing some time, the last thing you remember is your feet pounding on asphalt, then the taste of asphalt.<<else>>Earlier, as you approached the monorail you noticed that you were flanked by a woman in a CTC uniform. She look at you sideways and gave you a subtle wave saying, <div class=patch>"I'll try to keep this discrete, save you any embarrassment, follow me. We'll meet up with my partner onboard."</div><</if>>
Now, this late and this far into Furlough District the monorail was devoid of passengers. <<linkreplace "Excluding a drunken snoring leopard." t8n>>Excluding a drunken snoring leopard, no, a teen head to toe in a gaudy leopard print suit leaning on his brick wall of a bodyguard.<</linkreplace>>
Our mismatched party of four stood holding the railing, watching the city lights pass. You feel extremely awkward wearing the body tight faraday suit, you sharply recall snickering at a teenage punk wearing one yelling at the CTC saying he couldn't breathe. The barely twenty kid nudges you.<div class="boy"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\F Florin - Fleur\f1.jpg"/></div>“Hey, you as sweaty as I am in this thing?”</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Chat ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''God! It’s just full-body condom, isn’t it?''|Pg2][$fleur to 1]]</div>you say, with most of your face covered by a guard, showing a little smile at the corners of your eyes.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Shut Down ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Pfft! Stop complaining, it could be worse.''->Pg2]]</div>You give the boy an annoyed glance.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⥙ Get Some Air ⥕</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Yeah, I can’t take it anymore.''|Pg2][$ai to 1]]</div>Struggle to get some air into your skin tight containment suit.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Every time... The monorail smells of perfume and piss, one of life's constants.</div></div><</timed>></div></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\monorail.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class="text"><<if $ai>>You quietly finger your way through the plastic casing around your waist.
The plastic suit with copper wiring suit crisscrossing your body is suffocating, you’re a walking faraday chamber and you need out.
Near your belly button there’s a snap, one small weave gives way to your machinations*. You pull the covering out a bit and you feel the precious gift of fresh air on your skin.
<<else>>You try to focus on your breathing behind the face screen. In, 1, 2, 3, 4. Pause. Out, 1, 2, 3, 4. Pause. In…<</if>>
The monorail hums and jostles loudly, as you start to listen in on your escorts.
<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\guards\rhea.jpg"/></div><div class=patch>“It’s definitely West Districts Procter’s kid. I mean, who else would have a bodyGuard* like that?”</div>Your brunette CTC guide says to the other agent.
<div class=patch>“Hah-h-h... I guess,”</div> the other one mumbles staring the other way. He’s clearly crashing from a Stimceed climax.
Leaning on her partner to whisper in his ear, the sharp agent hisses, <div class=patch>“How long has it been? Six, four, seven hours? Graf, you idiot.”</div>
<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\guards\graf1.jpg"/></div><div class=patch>“Six… Rhea, I want-t t-to feel like I... used t-to…”</div>
<div class=patch>“It’s every three hours or you get Stimfucked.”</div> she reaches up to his neck and covertly presses a black-on-black patch grafted onto his skin. He shivers for a second, and his skin prickles up with a serious case of goosebumps.
This off-on switch is something you've seen over and over again with CTC agents across the city. You vividly recall seeing a couple "pump the patch" before questioning you near a quarantined area just last week. Less recently, you remember buying one of their antidote patches off a kid in middle school, you thought it would give you a cool buzz. It did nothing.
<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\guards\graf2.jpg"/></div><div class=patch>“No… Ye-whoa! Ok, ok. Uhhh, sorry, again... I thought I was doing alright.”</div> He says rubbing the chill off his arms.
The monorail goes dark except for flashing green floor lights leading to the exits.
<div class=patch>“We're about to enter the CTC dome. This is the Pacific Zones most advanced...”</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Darkness ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[Tighten your grip on the monorail strap.->Pg3a]]</div>
<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><<if $ai is 1>>I'm really liking the idea of leopard print shoes... Weird...<<else>>These two actually have each other’s backs, that's rare in the CTC.<</if>></div></div><</timed>></div></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctcdome.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext1>≼ F L A S H ≽</div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">The world flashes back to life. You momentarily shake and realize your painfully tight grip on the monorail strap above.<div class=boy>"Finally!"</div>You scream as the loud whiny pitch of the pressurized breaks engage. You're back, in this world. You feel vulnerable and violated. You just had a "stage 9 - waking hallucination", that's real bad as far as nanite-viruses are concerned, and it hits you like a brick.
The guard is looking at you with a raised eyebrows and clears her throat. At that moment, you know you either faint or keep it together. You fight the dizziness and don’t move a muscle, you need them to help you and you won’t lose your dignity. <div class="patch">“As I was saying, this is the most advanced dome in the Pacific Zone. We've only had one incursion in the past five years and it was dealt with in under 2 minutes. Even more impressive was that...”</div>
This dome is unlike any you've seen before, it's got wooden offices, live trees, flowing water. It's excessive in a way you've never seen before, almost wasteful with that waterfall.
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">What the fuck just happened?! I've got a serious virus... Oh hey, pretty waterfall...</div></div><div class="patch">“Hey, $name, are you listening?”</div><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\F Florin - Fleur\f1.jpg"/></div>
<div class="boy">“I am!”</div> your fellow chirps up.
Weighing this against your previous impression of the infamous CTC, you say, <div class="boy">“Yeah, wow, this is really… impressive.”</div>
<div class="patch">“Ohhh, yes, only the best here at Central Tech Corp. Level 1 is mostly for R&D and the Execs. Got a few hotshot PAs and privileged brats too. See that up there? The Dome. It keeps the Daemons, programs, and general hacks and slashers out, so I’m happy to say we can take off those face shields…"</div><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\guards\rhea.jpg"/></div>Gently removing the large bronze-ish plastic shield from your face, Rhea smiles reassuringly. You take a deep breath of fresh air.
<div class="patch">“You’ll both get the tour once we stabilize you."</div>A beep lasting for ten seconds stops as the doors to the monorail open letting in the freshest scent of nature. Hints of the familiar recycled air are there but they're only secondary to the subtle floral earthy tones hitting your nose for the first time. You feel at home, a primal urge is there, find the source of this ultra-real naturalness and touch it.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Chat ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Can't wait!''|Pg4][$social to 6]]</div><</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Silence ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''...''->Pg4]]</div><</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Conspiracies be damned, if they have a lawn, first thing after I get clear of this thing, I'm laying on it.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\slatecity.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class=pborder><<if $run>>You wake up face in an especially grimy puddle in some alleyway, the muscles of your abdomen occasionally jolt and twitch. Looks like you got hit with a light neurotoxin... Again. You check your left hand to see if your clip is still intact and implanted, you can't afford a second one in a month. There's no extraction cut, you squeeze it and it seems to shutter to life, flashing a thin and transparent UI above your hand.
You reach into your jacket to check if your company card is still there. Memories flash back to you, first getting tased by that curator guy, second giving him a quick kick to the neck, third him hitting the floor.
<div class="picright"><img src="images\events\rage1.jpg"></div>You went into the party, there was an hour of shots, tabs, and then remixed nanoinjectors... Within your head, something hammers at your skull as you piece the night together.
There was some t-girl, she was hot, but you were nervous and embarrassed yourself by... You shove that memory back underwater, and just note that you owe her a pair of shoes.
<div class=patch><span class="glitchy" data-text="You went into the basement and RAGED.">You went into the basement and RAGED.</span></div>
The curator finally managed to catch up with you. You kicked, punched, and thrashed at the group of guys, they beat you, your balls still ache from that built chicks swift kick. Before running down the street as fast as you could, you remember being thrown into the foyer and smashing the fishbowl containing everyone’s company card.
A bunch of cards laid before you. None of them were you, all of them were you, you felt pulled into four, you felt reality shutter and split into four paths. You jerked your head to the side and spit blood, it's just the drugs you said to yourself, hearing the curators thugs behind you.
<div class="pborder">You wiggled a loose tooth, <<click "↿ Tried to Grab Your Card and Run ↾">><<replace "#card">><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⥙ Go Hardcore ⥕</div>" t8n>>
<div class="boy">[[⋗ ''I don't need any fucking company card... and I don't take shit from anyone!''->dead]]</div>You jump up and spot one of the security guys in the other room. You head straight for him, grabbing a beer mug out of some guy's hands you smash it into the thugs head. Someone grabs your shoulder and you duck down as they swing at you. Headbutting him in the groin and then on his way down kneeing him in the face you raise both arms in triumph. With a bloody grin you said, "sup", to a terrified brunette, you wink, she looks away hiding a smile.
That was the last thing, before a loud solid thud...
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<div class="cardpic"><a data-passage="job1"><img src="images\\objects\Cards\job1.png"/></a></div><div class="corp">"We Create Worlds. You Explore/Live/Love."</div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">A NET-TEN Simulato, basically an expert in getting mind-fucked, then talking about it. Day after day you jump through hoops, meet monstrosities, and fuck "programs" or other participants; Essentially, you play the human part in building better simulations.
Besides getting the occasional memory wipe or full neuro-recon, the work is fascinating, people love to read your articles, and it pays pretty well. You're both obsessed with and terrified of getting a promotion, you don't know if you'll be able to hold onto your humanity.</div></div>
<div class="cardpic"><a data-passage="job2"><img src="images\\objects\Cards\job2.png"/></a></div><div class="corp">"You Point, We Shoot."</div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">The sweet freedom of being a Freelance Merc. is something you can't put a price on. Technically you're a mercenary, but you don't actually do much bagging and grabbing of people in the real world, that's not your cup of tea. You prefer to do most of your work in cyberspace and public-space Sim.s.
Your weapon of choice is a digitized version of an old samurai sword your father won in Nippon. Not very practical in a gunfight, but a freelancer's reputation is only as valuable as their artistry. You are gunning for the title as the best swordsman in cyberspace.</div></div>
<div class="cardpic"><a data-passage="job3"><img src="images\\objects\Cards\job3.png"/></a></div><div class="corp">"{You + Touch} => Love"</div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Bio-Boy at Touch Inc., it's not just image, it's also substance, real human substance. You learned to draw out someone's soul while they fuck you or you fuck them. You orchestrate groups towards pure release.
Some call me snuggle buddy or friend; others call me whore with a permit or master; I proudly say all of the above. You love your job and have no interest in taking on more responsibility."</div></div>
<div class="cardpic"><a data-passage="job4"><img src="images\\objects\Cards\job4.png"/></a></div><div class="corp">"We Care Body & Mind"</div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">CYKOsoma is Touch Inc.'s primary competitor, yet we take a more professional approach. As a technician, almost like being a Bio-Boy, yet a bit closer to an emotional support nurse. You don't outright have sex with anyone during work hours, yet, that doesn't mean you don't curate the perfect sexual simulation program for their optimal mental and physical health.
You dream of designing treatment programs and heading up a cell of technicians in a rich and troubled neighborhood. The secrets and connections to be gained are mind-boggling.</div></div><</replace>><</click>> trying to get a closer look in the dim room.
<div id="card"></div></div><<else>>No. It's still there... <<timed 3s t8n>>Which is almost as bad as someone running off with it.<</timed>>
Just go back a grab your card before you're the last one left. It's hard to believe that out of all the 40 people at this house party that one of yours is among the only 4 cards left. That's a blow to the ego if there ever was one.
<div class="picright"><img src="images\events\lonely.jpg"/></div>On your way to the entrance hall you consider trying to hook up with someone tonight. You glance over to see a card being fondled by a delicate hand with perfectly manicured pink nails, looking up you're bathed in a momentary judgmental stare from a blond girl flirting with a tall Asian guy. <div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">I'm spiraling...</div></div>
In a glass fishbowl, you see the 4 remaining cards. Poor losers. You look over your shoulder hoping to see the girl you met earlier, the girl who might have a... But, you aren't so lucky, not even an annoyed glance from a hot stranger this time.
You bob your head to a new-retro 80's Synthwave beat, turning back to the fishbowl. <div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">It's going to be a lonely sunrise if I don't get home soon. The last one nearly broke me, not again, remember: "New life, new me."</div></div><div class="pborder">You reach into the bowl and <<click "↿ Grab the Cards ↾">><<replace "#card">><div class="cardpic"><a data-passage="job1"><img src="images\\objects\Cards\job1.png"/></a></div><div class="corp">"We Create Worlds. You Explore/Live/Love."</div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">A NET-TEN Simulato, basically an expert in getting mind-fucked, then talking about it. Day after day you jump through hoops, meet monstrosities, and fuck "programs" or other participants; Essentially, you play the human part in building better simulations.
Besides getting the occasional memory wipe or full neuro-recon, the work is fascinating, people love to read your articles, and it pays pretty well. You're both obsessed with and terrified of getting a promotion, you don't know if you'll be able to hold onto your humanity.</div></div>
<div class="cardpic"><a data-passage="job2"><img src="images\\objects\Cards\job2.png"/></a></div><div class="corp">"You Point, We Shoot."</div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">The sweet freedom of being a Freelance Merc. is something you can't put a price on. Technically you're a mercenary, but you don't actually do much bagging and grabbing of people in the real world, that's not your cup of tea. You prefer to do most of your work in cyberspace and public-space Sim.s.
Your weapon of choice is a digitized version of an old samurai sword your father won in Nippon. Not very practical in a gunfight, but a freelancer's reputation is only as valuable as their artistry. You are gunning for the title as the best swordsman in cyberspace.</div></div>
<div class="cardpic"><a data-passage="job3"><img src="images\\objects\Cards\job3.png"/></a></div><div class="corp">"{You + Touch} => Love"</div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Bio-Boy at Touch Inc., it's not just image, it's also substance, real human substance. You learned to draw out someone's soul while they fuck you or you fuck them. You orchestrate groups towards pure release.
Some call me snuggle buddy or friend; others call me whore with a permit or master; I proudly say all of the above. You love your job and have no interest in taking on more responsibility."</div></div>
<div class="cardpic"><a data-passage="job4"><img src="images\\objects\Cards\job4.png"/></a></div><div class="corp">"We Care Body & Mind"</div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">CYKOsoma is Touch Inc.'s primary competitor, yet we take a more professional approach. As a technician, almost like being a Bio-Boy, yet a bit closer to an emotional support nurse. You don't outright have sex with anyone during work hours, yet, that doesn't mean you don't curate the perfect sexual simulation program for their optimal mental and physical health.
You dream of designing treatment programs and heading up a cell of technicians in a rich and troubled neighborhood. The secrets and connections to be gained are mind-boggling.</div></div><</replace>><</click>> trying to get a closer look in the dim room.<div id="card"></div></div><</if>><<timed 10s t8n>><div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Why does this decision feel like a big deal, I'm just picking up my card, aren't I?</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\slatecity.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ T U T O R I A L ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Buildings are constructed with fewer stories as you walk through the district, eventually, you arrive in the beginnings of a suburb. The sun drops below the skyline behind you, soon the orange of the sky gives way to a deep purple.
There's a vibration from your clip implant and the virtual map floating above your right hand says - Arrived -. You look up from your hand and come face to face with the huge concrete monolith called HOUSEClub. On the beachfront lot in the Bayside suburbs, it sticks out.
You walk around the square equally concrete wall that acts as the front of the club. Turning a corner you're met by a single man standing at the entrance.<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\B Bouncer\b1.jpg"></div> He flourishes with his hand, <div class="patch">"Welcome. I'm Phinx, Personality Curator for HOUSEClub, and tonight's event. If you please, answer this question to my satisfaction and I will permit your entrance after a quick tutorial. Will this be okay?"</div>
<div class=boy>"Naturally. Go ahead."</div>
He holds up his hand and flicks through an index only he can see, you see minuscule flashing around his pupils as his ClipContacts project information-rich beams into his retina. He stops, studies your forehead, and then looks down to your lips, he mumbles something slightly irritated.
<div class=patch>"Very well, it looks like you're ideal for a riddle... I hate riddles."</div>
He pertly pulls out a small plastic business card printed with text in portrait view.
<<linkreplace "''Stop me if you'd like a bit more information about how this all works.''" t8n>><div class=choice>↿ ↾</div><div class=patch>''Before you answer, 3 responses have been provided. As you can see the first choice has this symbol ↿ ↾, that's your - CORRECT - answer, it will likely result in the most fleshed-out storyline for your life.''
</div> He takes the tip of his finger and lightly circles the delightful elegance of the ↿ ↾.
<div class=choice>⇃ ⇂</div><div class=patch>''The second has this symbol ⇃ ⇂, that's your wrong answer, it might cause your story to come to a quick end or, if you're lucky, start an unforeseen path.''</div>
He points to the deceitful and rude ⇃ ⇂ slowly shaking his head.
<div class=choice>⥙ ⥕</div><div class=patch>''Finally, there's this symbol ⥙ ⥕, whatever you do, don't choose that one. You could miss out on an entire life path and end up in a ditch... or worse.''</div>
He points at you, then at the villainous ⥙ ⥕, and vigorously wags his finger.<</linkreplace>>
Got it. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment, he clears his throat.
<div class=patch>"Ok, now prepare to be curated. The riddle is as follows:
Drop me and I'll surely crack, but give me a smile and I'll only crack a smile. What could I be?"</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Cooperate ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Hmm... I suppose it could be... A mirror?!''->Introa]]</div><</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Resist ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''I will not participate in this... No!''->Introa]]</div> You break his patient gaze turning your head to the side, keeping your... pride?
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<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⥙ Go off the Rails ⥕</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''I HATE RIDDLES MORE THAN ANYONE! AUGH!''|intro4][$run to true]]</div>You cannot contain your rage and you leap forward, grabbing his stupid hat and pushing him hard. He falls backward bouncing on the grass, he grabs his face where you hit him. Quickly turning he checks his pants. You hear an audible gasp and see in his eyes the slight glint of green grass stains.
Grunting and enraged he reaches into his jacket pocket. You hear an electric buzzing as he leaps toward you...
<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">How did those ridiculous hats blow up so much, it's like everyone's got one all of a sudden... Maybe I should get one...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class=bottomborder1></div><div class=bottomborder2></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><<set $run to false>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\nettenhq.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Hopping off the monorail, you head towards NET-TEN Campus. At this time of night, Slatecity is quiet... quieter. Passing a concrete wall you three large dots appear and cycle through a legal-limit holo-ad.
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<</nobr>></div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">If I just ignore it, it'll go away, I hate spoilers... Buuut, they do put interesting things in these sometimes.</div></div>Approaching home you're struck again by the oddly tall the featureless concrete walls of NET-TEN Slatecity HQ. They slant slightly outward and reach an unnecessary 16ft. During daytime the facility is hot and dull; it has a hateful brutalism that threatens to perforate your individuality.
But, now, it's nothing like that, because at night, the walls surrounding the facility run with artificial waterfalls. They growing lush and vibrant as they're covered living projections of 3D art and occasionally recordings of the most seductive and intriguing simulations.
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\R Raven Rasmine\raven.jpg"></div>As one of the TEN's faces floats past on the wall, you reawaken to how alien this place is. NET-TEN does everything by strange design and the 10 personalities behind it are equally strange. None of them is under 90 years old, and yet none are deceased. In the past 20 years, The Raven, Rasmine, the tall black-haired PR Queen, is the only one to have been seen by the public. Raven herself is more of a shell, a frightening and beautiful shell. She is at her most frightening when the presence of all TEN bulges behind her gaze. When she's empty she's equally disturbing, on autopilot, you've seen her eat like that at a city gala once.
<div class="picleft"><img src="images\events\energy.jpg"></div>Everyone assumes the board of NET-TEN is part of some Borg collective. You know as a fact that they’ve become more artificial than human. Your job is to blog about your experiences in their experimental simulations, you've been subject to their impossible forms. Besides reporting, your job is to be heavily scanned while experiencing their creations.
It's like being turned inside out and massaged neuron by neuron. You'll never forget once seeing all TEN above you towering like mountains of a fractal landscape. You've felt them inside you and link with you.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Enter ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''What a texture...''->job1a]]</div>you say as you finger the gritty pattern of your card. Approaching the main gate you flick open your Cards UI synching it with your clip.
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<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Hopping off the monorail, you head towards your home-office. Downtown Slatecity doesn't get quiet, it goes through phases each less savory until blues and yellows threaten dawn. At the entrance to your home alleyway, you see the "..." of a personalized ad waiting for you. It flashes temptation offering "spoilers".
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<</nobr>></div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">If I just ignore it, it'll go away, I hate spoilers... Buuut, they do put interesting things in these sometimes.</div></div>It's almost 2am, by now the alleyway has usually gone from smelling like piss to, well, worse scents. In the middle of the wet narrow path, you see a large lump laying next to a downed trashcan.
You know exactly what it is, it's Grayson. Reaching down and pulling back his large houndstooth sleave his pulse is strong. You see him shift towards you and open one eye.
<div class="man">"K-Kim? I was jus... singing, the... it goes like.<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\G Grayson - Grace\g1.jpg"></div> *burp* ♪ I would sometimes go there. To the little shrine there. The smallest shrine in... ♪ "</div>
<div class="boy">Yeah, I know the one. ♪ Down past the haze there. Away from the three sisters... ♪ And it's $name, Kim left Slatecity a year ago. Don't worry Grayson, she's good."</div> He rolls to a nearly upright position.
<div class="man">"Oh... Yeah, she left. Hey. Have any Baijiu?"</div>
Suddenly, you notice a growing whooshing sound from above. It gets louder until they alleyway is blasted by a downdraft, trash flying. You jerk your head up and are blinded as you're both bathed by a spotlight.
<div class="patch">"STOP! THIS IS THE SC-CONSTABULARY. THESE COORDINATES HAVE BEEN FLAGGED."</div>
Blinded you try to blink the enormous tracer away. You yell, holding your hands up. <div class="boy">It's ok, he's only drunk, I'm taking him home. IT'S OKAY!"</div>
He holds up his right hand showing the Peace sign. He rolls to an upright position and you put your arm around his shoulders before he plummets back down. <div class="man">"Ughhh... JUST LEAVING, SIRS! Damn the consta-pation's always so loud."</div> You both slowly back away towards the entrance of your building. You can't afford to be picked up by the constab. right now.
As you turn around you come face to face with two men in uniform with tasers pointed at your crotch. You could probably take these two without getting tased, but there's not much to do about that airship.
<div class="boy">[[- Don't Get Tased -->job2a]]</div><<timed 10s t8n>><div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Shit. Shit. Shit. Ok, it's going to be ok. I'm not Taulinese, they won't do anything to me.</div></div><</timed>></div><<set $run to false>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\touchinchq.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Hopping off the monorail, you haven't gotten off at this station before, but looking up you know where to go. You walk towards the red spotlights beaming through the night’s mist; towards the TouchInc Nucleus, the pulsing center of the redlight quarter. At this time of night, the Slatecity is quiet, well quieter. Nearly at the nucleus, you pass the enormous Japanese style red archway and the upward-facing spotlights, you noticed three large dots appear and cycle through a legal-limit holo-ad.
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<</nobr>></div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">If I just ignore it, it'll go away, I hate spoilers... Buuut, they do put interesting things in these sometimes.</div></div>Approaching home your pace is matched by a gorgeous woman. She says, <div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\A Alea\alea.jpg"></div><div class=girl>"$name what are you doing back so early? You told me you'd be out scoring a shark tonight, or maybe a whale, tonight. Did you bite off more than you could chew?"</div>
<div class=boy>"Hi Alea, 20% less sarcasm. Just give me the mail."</div> You say monotonously to your home system. You walk through the lobby of the nucleus, it's an enormous flashy red chamber host to parties of wealthy patrons coming and going, your home AI Alea follows you as you enter the elevator.
The doors to the elevator shut. The elevator lights strobe for a moment.
<div class=girl>"Of course. You were called b-b-by..."</div> She vanishes. You check your clip to see what could have gone wrong. For the first time in, for as long as you can remember, your clip isn't responding, no UI, no lights, off, and about as useful as a sliver in your palm. The elevator dings. Alea is standing there. She says in her mechanical default voice.
<div class=ai>"Safemode active. ALERT: Anomaly detected. ISOLATION LEVEL 3. Local authorities have been notified. Please don't move."</div>
<div class=boy>"Aw, fuck!"</div> You try to rush to your room to grab use your computer to call your buddy in the CTC. The door won't open. You attempt to call her from your door's communicator.
Ring... Ring... Ring...
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Listen to the Ring... Ring.. ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Come on, come on!''->job3a]]</div>You run your fingers along the edge of the door's communicator, noticing a pattern in the metallic grooves for the first time.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Queen, for the love of God, please pick up.</div></div><</timed>></div><<set $run to false>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\cykosomahq.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>><div class="pborder">As you step off the monorail, you instantly notice the press of the coastal fog. Smoking near the entrance a tall man wearing purple polo of CYKOsoma security raises his hand to his ear and says something. He's probably reporting your arrival, you wave, he nods.
<div class="picleft"><img src="images\events\screen1.jpg"></div>You stop at a vending machine and wave your clipped hand in front of the glass cover. It seems to purposefully ignore you for a few seconds. You hear footsteps behind you, you look over your shoulder to see the same man walking past, the lights behind flicker on.
<div class=boy>"Sweet Cyan, not only one but two left, waiting for me, late into the night nonetheless."</div>You slap the screen in front of your favorite box. <div class=ai>"$name! Payment processed. Welcome back, you've selected Cyanophan, YOUR FAVORITE! Gourmet nutrition and hydration, sufficient for all dietary needs. Why not come back tomorrow at 10 am for a Purprice Pilaf? I'll have it all warmed up for you."</div>
You let out a little laugh, you won't be caught by that one again, reservation fees are a joke. It silently retracts and moves your box to the retrieval area. After grabbing your meal, three large dots appear on the glass and cycle through a legal-limit holo-ad.
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<</nobr>></div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">If I just ignore it, it'll go away, I hate spoilers... Buuut, they do put interesting things in these sometimes.</div></div>
<div class=patch>"Hey, it's $name, right?"</div>The security guard from before stands a way off to your left flipping through something on Clipper.
<div class=boy>"Yeah, that's me, do I know you?"</div>
<div class=patch>"Right here, check this out. You might not believe it, but we went to Oak High School together."</div>He holds his hand up showing a blurry photo of roughly 20 of the 50 kids you had in your class. You haven't seen these kids in ages, he holds his finger pointing at a kid with a buzzcut.<div class=patch>"That's me, and over here is you."</div><div class=boy>"Hell, I guess that's true, class of Datapocalypse 2054!"</div>You offer a handshake, he winks and slaps your hand front, back, then pounds top and bottom.<div class=boy>"Hah! I forgot about the handshake."</div><div class=patch>"Hey, I've got something from the old days in my locker, you'll love it. I know it's late, but it'll just take a minute."</div>You look to the entrance to The Gardens, and shrug, following him.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Follow ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Hey, I didn't catch your name.''->job4a]]</div>He glances back at you, and an odd intuition strikes you that this man is a plug. You're being lead, you're the lead, you don't let anyone lead you...
<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Do I really know this guy?</div></div><</timed>></div><<set $u4cjob1 to true>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\nettenhq.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=pborder>Spoilers be damned you've never been led astray by one of these tailored ads. It's a bit frightening how well they know you. You tap on the three dots floating to your left. As a window appears in your vision and a young man pops up in your retinal UI screen.<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\T Theo - Thea\t1.jpg"></div>
He smiles at you and says in a sensuous tone, <div class="boy">"Hi $name, Do you mind if I proceed?
I'm obligated to tell you that this ad has been reported as potentially sensitive by 2,531 users. However, a staggering 35% of selected recipients have gone on to schedule an appointment. While 81% have saved this ad for later viewing.”</div>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Hmmm, I've never had a sensitive ad before. But I've heard that sensitive ads know things that even the target doesn't know about themselves... It could be enlightening?</div></div><<timed 3s>>A countdown appears in the corner of the ad, indicating that you can escape in a few seconds.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Close and Save Ad ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Hmmm, maybe I've been missing something, weird.''->job1]]</div><</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Close and Report Ad ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Why the hell am I being targeted by this garbage?''|job1][$u4cjob1 to false]]</div>
<</linkreplace>><</timed>></div><<timed 6s>><div class=symboltext1> ≼ U 4 C H A N G E ≽ </div><div class="adborder"><div class="adai"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\T Theo - Thea\t2.jpg"></div>”$name, I'm so glad you decided to accept my invitation! My name is Thea, I'm with U4Change.
So, I wanted to say congratulations on your recent promotion at NET-TEN, they're an incredible brand.
I'm an account manager for up and coming professionals, like you $name. What kind of accounts? Well, U4Change is in the business of satisfaction.
My customers are typically looking to increase their capacity for pleasure. With record rates of severe depression or acute ennui, we take a unique approach.”<<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\T Theo - Thea\t3.jpg"></div>They hold up their hand and wave it over their face. A line of words appears at the bottom of the ad.
It reads, “5 months ago.”
<div class="adai">”This means no chemical pills, patches, or implants. Just genetic and lifestyle tailoring. You've been identified as a perfect candidate for our Self-Reinvention Program with Gender+.
After running a genetic simulation, we'd like to offer you a sneak peek into your happier more satisfying future.
You may have noticed my appearance changing. Well, it's because 6 months ago I was named Theo. I was a young man. But, I'm happy to say, I'm not a man anymore. Even on a genetic level, I'm 100% XX now, honey.”</div></div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="adai"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p1.jpg"></div>”But, enough about me. Let's talk about you. Today you look like this. I'm sorry to say it, but you're only average as a guy. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve felt pretty average for a long time.”</div>
Starting to get offended by this ad, you consider closing and reporting it. Then your face appears in the pink rectangle hanging in front of you. You mumble something about average... you see the face mouth the same words you just mouthed, like a slightly delayed mirror, probably getting its information feed from your IMPRESSION app.
Words at the bottom read, “Now.”
<div class=adai>”It's time to stand up and say, "No more! I'm not going to be that average guy, I’m going to be the beauty I truly am!" You're not average $name, you're one of a kind!”</div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p1a.jpg"></div><div class="adai">”As soon as we noticed your potential and perhaps a fun unconscious indicator. We ran the simulations and realized that in 6 short months, you could look like this…”</div>
A strangely familiar face appears on the screen. Forehead, cheekbones, lips, eye shape, the image could be your sister. You feel your heart pulse a bit at this strange recognition, it's you, you move your face and girl-you mirrors your movements.
Words at the bottom of the image read, “6 Months from Now”
<div class=adai>”You could be a solid 10/10. Baby, you're gorgeous, desirable, and unforgettable. Who wouldn't want to wake up like this every morning?”</div></div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\T Theo - Thea\t4.jpg"></div>Her, yes definitely her now, her face has transformed completely, just as her voice has become a sultry and delicate tune. Below her face on the ad the words “2 Months Ago,” scroll across.
<div class=adai>”Now, if that's not enough to pique your interest. We provide a complete service including deep feminization conditioning, makeup/heels/accessory training, and of course, updating all legal documents with new gender and name. Additional services include professional meditation for both family and corporate spheres.
We're prepared to provide all of the legal and social support you could need. Our mediation team will contact all of your old friends and family, you’ll have a delightful gender transition. With us, you will become beloved and accepted by all from your past and all those in your future. This is our guarantee.”</div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\T Theo - Thea\t5.jpg"></div><div class="adai">”LOOK AT ME NOW! I’m gorgeous, I’m perfect. I’m a woman, a real woman!”</div>
Her hand caresses her cheek, you can barely make out the tiniest pores on her flawless skin. She blows a kiss at you and her soft lips look irresistible, flicking her hair back she continues.
<div class=adai>“We've uploaded our location to your clip, don't wait for your life to start! I've been assigned to you already, so as soon as you take the first step I'll be there to hold your hand during the whole thing.
If you play your cards right, I might even help you take your new body for a test drive. Oh, and don't forget to request Thea! I'm waiting for you, $name…
Schedule an appointment or come to the U4Change offices between 5am and 11pm, seven days a week!”</div></div><<next>><div class=pborder><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Schedule an Appointment ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[['"Whoa, that was disorienting... Maybe I should give them a call."'|job1][$willing to true]]</div><</linkreplace>></div><</timed>><<set $u4cjob2 to true>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\freelancehq.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=pborder>Spoilers be damned you've never been led astray by one of these tailored ads. It's a bit frightening how well they know you. You tap on the three dots floating to your left. As a window appears in your vision and a young man pops up in your retinal UI screen.<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\J Justin - Jasmine\j1.jpg"></div>
He smiles at you and says in a sensuous tone, <div class="boy">"Hi $name, Do you mind if I proceed?
I'm obligated to tell you that this ad has been reported as potentially sensitive by 2,531 users. However, a staggering 35% of selected recipients have gone on to schedule an appointment. While 81% have saved this ad for later viewing.”</div>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Hmmm, I've never had a sensitive ad before. But I've heard that sensitive ads know things that even the target doesn't know about themselves... It could be enlightening?</div></div><<timed 3s>>A countdown appears in the corner of the ad, indicating that you can escape in a few seconds.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Close and Save Ad ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Hmmm, maybe I've been missing something, weird.'->job2]]</div><</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Close and Report Ad ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Why the hell am I being targeted by this garbage?''|job2][$u4cjob2 to false]]</div>
<</linkreplace>><</timed>></div><<timed 6s>><div class=symboltext1> ≼ U 4 C H A N G E ≽ </div><div class="adborder"><div class="adai"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\J Justin - Jasmine\j2.jpg"></div>”$name, I'm so glad you decided to accept my invitation! My name is Jasmine, I'm with U4Change.
So, I wanted to say congratulations on your success as a freelancer, it must feel great to almost be the Cybernet’s #1 swordsman... You're pretty awesome, you know that?
I'm an account manager for up and coming professionals, like you $name. What kind of accounts? Well, U4Change is in the business of satisfaction.
My customers are typically looking to increase their capacity for pleasure. With record rates of severe depression or acute ennui, we take a unique approach.”<<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\J Justin - Jasmine\j3.jpg"></div>They hold up their hand and wave it over their face. A line of words appears at the bottom of the ad.
It reads, “5 months ago.”
<div class="adai">”This means no chemical pills, patches, or implants. Just genetic and lifestyle tailoring. You've been identified as a perfect candidate for our Self-Reinvention Program with Gender+.
After running a genetic simulation, we'd like to offer you a sneak peek into your happier more satisfying future.
You may have noticed my appearance changing. Well, it's because 6 months ago I was named Theo. I was a young man. But, I'm happy to say, I'm not a man anymore. Even on a genetic level, I'm 100% XX now, honey.”</div></div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="adai"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p2.jpg"></div>”But, enough about me. Let's talk about you. Today you look like this. I'm sorry to say it, but you're only average as a guy. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve felt pretty average for a long time.”</div>
Starting to get offended by this ad, you consider closing and reporting it. Then your face appears in the pink rectangle hanging in front of you. You mumble something about average... you see the face mouth the same words you just mouthed, like a slightly delayed mirror, probably getting its information feed from your IMPRESSION app.
Words at the bottom read, “Now.”
<div class=adai>”It's time to stand up and say, "No more! I'm not going to be that average guy, I’m going to be the beauty I truly am!" You're not average $name, you're one of a kind!”</div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p2a.jpg"></div><div class="adai">”As soon as we noticed your potential and perhaps a fun unconscious indicator. We ran the simulations and realized that in 6 short months, you could look like this…”</div>
A strangely familiar face appears on the screen. Forehead, cheekbones, lips, eye shape, the image could be your sister. You feel your heart pulse a bit at this strange recognition, it's you, you move your face and girl-you mirrors your movements.
Words at the bottom of the image read, “6 Months from Now”
<div class=adai>”You could be a solid 10/10. Baby, you're gorgeous, desirable, and unforgettable. Who wouldn't want to wake up like this every morning?”</div></div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\J Justin - Jasmine\j4.jpg"></div>Her, yes definitely her now, her face has transformed completely, just as her voice has become a sultry and delicate tune. Below her face on the ad the words “2 Months Ago,” scroll across.
<div class=adai>”Now, if that's not enough to pique your interest. We provide a complete service including deep feminization conditioning, makeup/heels/accessory training, and of course, updating all legal documents with new gender and name. Additional services include professional meditation for both family and corporate spheres.
We're prepared to provide all of the legal and social support you could need. Our mediation team will contact all of your old friends and family, you’ll have a delightful gender transition. With us, you will become beloved and accepted by all from your past and all those in your future. This is our guarantee.”</div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\J Justin - Jasmine\j5.jpg"></div><div class="adai">”SEE ME! I’m gorgeous, I’m flawless. I’m finally a woman, it's real!” </div>
Her hand caresses her cheek, you can barely make out the tiniest pores on her flawless skin. She blows a kiss at you and her soft lips look irresistible, flicking her hair back she continues.
<div class=adai>“We've uploaded our location to your clip, don't wait for your life to start! I've been assigned to you already, so as soon as you take the first step I'll be there to hold your hand during the whole thing.
If you play your cards right, I might even help you take your new body for a test drive. Oh, and don't forget to request Jasmine! I'm waiting for you, $name…
Schedule an appointment or come to the U4Change offices between 5am and 11pm, seven days a week!”</div></div><<next>><div class=pborder><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Schedule an Appointment ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[['"Whoa, that was disorienting... Maybe I should give them a call."'|job2][$willing to true]]</div><</linkreplace>></div><</timed>><<set $u4cjob3 to true>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\freelancehq.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=pborder>Spoilers be damned you've never been led astray by one of these tailored ads. It's a bit frightening how well they know you. You tap on the three dots floating to your left. As a window appears in your vision and a young man pops up in your retinal UI screen.<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\K Kayleb - Kimber\k1.jpg"></div>
He smiles at you and says in a sensuous tone, <div class="boy">"Hi $name, Do you mind if I proceed?
I'm obligated to tell you that this ad has been reported as potentially sensitive by 2,531 users. However, a staggering 35% of selected recipients have gone on to schedule an appointment. While 81% have saved this ad for later viewing.”</div>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Hmmm, I've never had a sensitive ad before. But I've heard that sensitive ads know things that even the target doesn't know about themselves... It could be enlightening?</div></div><<timed 3s>>A countdown appears in the corner of the ad, indicating that you can escape in a few seconds.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Close and Save Ad ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Hmmm, maybe I've been missing something, weird.'->job3]]</div><</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Close and Report Ad ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Why the hell am I being targeted by this garbage?''|job3][$u4cjob3 to false]]</div>
<</linkreplace>><</timed>></div><<timed 6s>><div class=symboltext1> ≼ U 4 C H A N G E ≽ </div><div class="adborder"><div class="adai"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\K Kayleb - Kimber\k2.jpg"></div>”$name, I'm so glad you decided to accept my invitation! My name is Kimber, I'm with U4Change.
You and I made from the same cloth, I met a Bio-Girl when I was a kid, she was sooo cool. From then on I thought, that’s exactly what I want to do when I grow up, party and play, baby. But, I took the second-best job, here at U4Change.
I'm an account manager for up and coming professionals, like you $name. What kind of accounts? Well, U4Change is in the business of satisfaction.
My customers are typically looking to increase their capacity for pleasure. With record rates of severe depression or acute ennui, we take a unique approach.”<<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\K Kayleb - Kimber\k3.jpg"></div>They hold up their hand and wave it over their face. A line of words appears at the bottom of the ad.
It reads, “5 months ago.”
<div class="adai">”This means no chemical pills, patches, or implants. Just genetic and lifestyle tailoring. You've been identified as a perfect candidate for our Self-Reinvention Program with Gender+.
After running a genetic simulation, we'd like to offer you a sneak peek into your happier more satisfying future.
You may have noticed my appearance changing. Well, it's because 6 months ago I was named Theo. I was a young man. But, I'm happy to say, I'm not a man anymore. Even on a genetic level, I'm 100% XX now, honey.”</div></div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="adai"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p3.jpg"></div>”But, enough about me. Let's talk about you. Today you look like this. I'm sorry to say it, but you're only average as a guy. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve felt pretty average for a long time.”</div>
Starting to get offended by this ad, you consider closing and reporting it. Then your face appears in the pink rectangle hanging in front of you. You mumble something about average... you see the face mouth the same words you just mouthed, like a slightly delayed mirror, probably getting its information feed from your IMPRESSION app.
Words at the bottom read, “Now.”
<div class=adai>”It's time to stand up and say, "No more! I'm not going to be that average guy, I’m going to be the beauty I truly am!" You're not average $name, you're one of a kind!”</div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p3a.jpg"></div><div class="adai">”As soon as we noticed your potential and perhaps a fun unconscious indicator. We ran the simulations and realized that in 6 short months, you could look like this…”</div>
A strangely familiar face appears on the screen. Forehead, cheekbones, lips, eye shape, the image could be your sister. You feel your heart pulse a bit at this strange recognition, it's you, you move your face and girl-you mirrors your movements.
Words at the bottom of the image read, “6 Months from Now”
<div class=adai>”You could be a solid 10/10. Baby, you're gorgeous, desirable, and unforgettable. Who wouldn't want to wake up like this every morning?”</div></div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\K Kayleb - Kimber\k4.jpg"></div>Her, yes definitely her now, her face has transformed completely, just as her voice has become a sultry and delicate tune. Below her face on the ad the words “2 Months Ago,” scroll across.
<div class=adai>”Now, if that's not enough to pique your interest. We provide a complete service including deep feminization conditioning, makeup/heels/accessory training, and of course, updating all legal documents with new gender and name. Additional services include professional meditation for both family and corporate spheres.
We're prepared to provide all of the legal and social support you could need. Our mediation team will contact all of your old friends and family, you’ll have a delightful gender transition. With us, you will become beloved and accepted by all from your past and all those in your future. This is our guarantee.”</div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\K Kayleb - Kimber\k5.jpg"></div><div class="adai">”Don’t be shy, I know I’ve become beautiful, my body really is faultless. I’m finally a girl, it's true!” </div>
Her hand caresses her cheek, you can barely make out the tiniest pores on her flawless skin. She blows a kiss at you and her soft lips look irresistible, flicking her hair back she continues.
<div class=adai>“We've uploaded our location to your clip, don't wait for your life to start! I've been assigned to you already, so as soon as you take the first step I'll be there to hold your hand during the whole thing.
If you play your cards right, I might even help you take your new body for a test drive. Oh, and don't forget to request Kimber! I'm waiting for you, $name…
Schedule an appointment or come to the U4Change offices between 5am and 11pm, seven days a week!”</div></div><<next>><div class=pborder><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Schedule an Appointment ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[['"Whoa, that was disorienting... Maybe I should give them a call."'|job3][$willing to true]]</div><</linkreplace>></div><</timed>><<set $u4cjob4 to true>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\freelancehq.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=pborder>Spoilers be damned you've never been led astray by one of these tailored ads. It's a bit frightening how well they know you. You tap on the three dots floating to your left. As a window appears in your vision and a young man pops up in your retinal UI screen.<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\N Noah - Naomi\n1.jpg"></div>
He smiles at you and says in a sensuous tone, <div class="boy">"Hi $name, Do you mind if I proceed?
I'm obligated to tell you that this ad has been reported as potentially sensitive by 2,531 users. However, a staggering 35% of selected recipients have gone on to schedule an appointment. While 81% have saved this ad for later viewing.”</div>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Hmmm, I've never had a sensitive ad before. But I've heard that sensitive ads know things that even the target doesn't know about themselves... It could be enlightening?</div></div><<timed 3s>>A countdown appears in the corner of the ad, indicating that you can escape in a few seconds.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Close and Save Ad ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Hmmm, maybe I've been missing something, weird.'->job4]]</div><</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Close and Report Ad ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Why the hell am I being targeted by this garbage?''|job4][$u4cjob4 to false]]</div>
<</linkreplace>><</timed>></div><<timed 6s>><div class=symboltext1> ≼ U 4 C H A N G E ≽ </div><div class="adborder"><div class="adai"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\N Noah - Naomi\n2.jpg"></div>”$name, I'm so glad you decided to accept my invitation! My name is Naomi, I'm with U4Change.
You and I made from the same cloth, I met a Bio-Girl when I was a kid, she was sooo cool. From then on I thought, that’s exactly what I want to do when I grow up, party and play, baby. But, I took the second-best job, here at U4Change.
I'm an account manager for up and coming professionals, like you $name. What kind of accounts? Well, U4Change is in the business of satisfaction.
My customers are typically looking to increase their capacity for pleasure. With record rates of severe depression or acute ennui, we take a unique approach.”<<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\N Noah - Naomi\n3.jpg"></div>They hold up their hand and wave it over their face. A line of words appears at the bottom of the ad.
It reads, “5 months ago.”
<div class="adai">”This means no chemical pills, patches, or implants. Just genetic and lifestyle tailoring. You've been identified as a perfect candidate for our Self-Reinvention Program with Gender+.
After running a genetic simulation, we'd like to offer you a sneak peek into your happier more satisfying future.
You may have noticed my appearance changing. Well, it's because 6 months ago I was named Theo. I was a young man. But, I'm happy to say, I'm not a man anymore. Even on a genetic level, I'm 100% XX now, honey.”</div></div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="adai"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p4.jpg"></div>”But, enough about me. Let's talk about you. Today you look like this. I'm sorry to say it, but you're only average as a guy. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve felt pretty average for a long time.”</div>
Starting to get offended by this ad, you consider closing and reporting it. Then your face appears in the pink rectangle hanging in front of you. You mumble something about average... you see the face mouth the same words you just mouthed, like a slightly delayed mirror, probably getting its information feed from your IMPRESSION app.
Words at the bottom read, “Now.”
<div class=adai>”It's time to stand up and say, "No more! I'm not going to be that average guy, I’m going to be the beauty I truly am!" You're not average $name, you're one of a kind!”</div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p4a.jpg"></div><div class="adai">”As soon as we noticed your potential and perhaps a fun unconscious indicator. We ran the simulations and realized that in 6 short months, you could look like this…”</div>
A strangely familiar face appears on the screen. Forehead, cheekbones, lips, eye shape, the image could be your sister. You feel your heart pulse a bit at this strange recognition, it's you, you move your face and girl-you mirrors your movements.
Words at the bottom of the image read, “6 Months from Now”
<div class=adai>”You could be a solid 10/10. Baby, you're gorgeous, desirable, and unforgettable. Who wouldn't want to wake up like this every morning?”</div></div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\N Noah - Naomi\n4.jpg"></div>Her, yes definitely her now, her face has transformed completely, just as her voice has become a sultry and delicate tune. Below her face on the ad the words “2 Months Ago,” scroll across.
<div class=adai>”Now, if that's not enough to pique your interest. We provide a complete service including deep feminization conditioning, makeup/heels/accessory training, and of course, updating all legal documents with new gender and name. Additional services include professional meditation for both family and corporate spheres.
We're prepared to provide all of the legal and social support you could need. Our mediation team will contact all of your old friends and family, you’ll have a delightful gender transition. With us, you will become beloved and accepted by all from your past and all those in your future. This is our guarantee.”</div><<next>><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\N Noah - Naomi\n5.jpg"></div><div class="adai">”I waited 29 years for this body, now it’s mine, look at me, I’m fully a lady.” </div>
Her hand caresses her cheek, you can barely make out the tiniest pores on her flawless skin. She blows a kiss at you and her soft lips look irresistible, flicking her hair back she continues.
<div class=adai>“We've uploaded our location to your clip, don't wait for your life to start! I've been assigned to you already, so as soon as you take the first step I'll be there to hold your hand during the whole thing.
If you play your cards right, I might even help you take your new body for a test drive. Oh, and don't forget to request Naomi! I'm waiting for you, $name…
Schedule an appointment or come to the U4Change offices between 5am and 11pm, seven days a week!”</div></div><<next>><div class=pborder><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Schedule an Appointment ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[['"Whoa, that was disorienting... Maybe I should give them a call."'|job4][$willing to true]]</div><</linkreplace>></div><</timed>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\slatecity.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=pborder>You step closer to her, confidently looking her in the eyes and putting on a dashing smile.<div class="boy">"... sexy as hell. And forgiving? You know, all those young years as a button pusher taught me one thing, to appreciate generosity. Oh, and perhaps one other thing, how to push a button. Maybe you'd like to see me demonstrate on you, got any buttons? Down there?"</div>
She leans in, inches from your ear, there's a click from her tongue and she whispers, <div class="girl">"Clip me... and I'll go freshen up, okay?"</div>Heart pounding you grab her left hand and she pulls back looking deeply into your eyes. Your two hands vibrate as your clips sync. She smiles voluptuous magenta lips with perfect pearly teeth. Twirling around you catch a second wave of the scent of lilies and she heads back towards the house.
This seems a bit too easy. Just to make sure she's not some Drainer or Black-Widow type, you go to check her Clipper. A gorgeous photo from a week ago, she even makes the quarterly Clip-certified portrait look good. A year ago... wait a moment, who is this... guy?<div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\clipINDEX1.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">⚧! A t-girl. I don't really know how I feel about this... What if she's still got a...</div></div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Wait ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Alright-alright...''|intro3][$social to 5]]</div>You're not just a guy you're a gentleman, you wait for her trying to keep your cool.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Run ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''I'm out...''|intro3][$social to -5]]</div>You've got chemistry, you just don't think you're ready for something like this.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">I'm not gay... But, there's nothing gay about 10/10 like that, right?
</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\slatecity.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">The air outside is balmy, almost tropical, you can see some people start to remove their clothes. Oh, wait, there are two naked women over skinny dipping, and touching, on the waterfront. A bunch of people hang around in couples or small cliques, laughing, kissing, chatting, humping. This is your first time to one of these things. Standing alone icy awkwardness starts to creep over your shoulders. You grab a seat and flick through that chicks clip a bit.<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">This is fascinating... and a little erotic, her face is so feminine now. Even her hands, let me see that change... a few years ago total guy hands, but a year ago they're almost pretty, and now, with that manicure - all girl.</div></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\clipINDEX2.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<if $social is 5>>You wait... and wait. Eyebrows clenched looking out at that beautiful bay you think to yourself.<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Where is she? Maybe, I should go find her. Did I blow it with her after all? What the hell am I even doing here, my roommate left an hour ago...</div></div><<elseif $social is -5>>Try to mingle in the party, looking over your shoulder occasionally. You sort of embarrassed yourself by ditching her like that. You look out the window at the beautiful bay and think to yourself.
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad... What the hell am I even doing here, my buddy left an hour ago...</div></div><</if>>You're utterly deflated. Not much happened, but you feel heavy, probably the drinking. You check your clip to see if anyone picked your card...
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Get lucky? ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Someone's gotta have picked my card by now''->intro4]]</div>you mumble as you rub your stubble.
<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Shit, what if she took my card and ran off... No, no, they check for thieves at the door.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\nettenhq.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">You shudder with disquiet delight as you jog up the stairs towards the front entrance. The gate is an indented section of the wall. You hold up your card in your left hand and the door shifts triggering a lockdown. It doesn't open. You know the silent alarm has been tripped, but by what?
You panic, checking that you picked up the right card back at HOUSEClub. It's yours, you try to push the door.
<div class="picleft"><img src="images\events\upload.jpg"></div>The lights flowing on the walls target you as you light up with a green grid.
<div class="ai">"Darling "$name" you're receiving an official optical upload message: The TEN have detected an anomaly present in you. It's ok to be anxious, but it's unnecessary to fret. We've uploaded your details to the CTC and also provided you with a complete 45Anoma-Code."</div>
You try your card again.<div class="boy">"Hey! What is this?"</div>
<div class="ai">"Proceed to the nearest monorail, follow the arrow, and the CTC agents will provide you with full care. You may return home once our friends at the CTC give us clearance. Please return soon, $name."</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Follow protocol ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ *sigh*->Pg1]]</div>Head to the nearest monorail.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Run ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Nope.''|Pg1][$run to true]]</div>You don't trust the CTC, and for that matter, you don't trust the TEN.
<</linkreplace>></div>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\freelancehq.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Hey hold up a bulky scanner inches away from your swaying friends left hand. A small light goes green, they point it at his head and move it down to his feet. The odd machine looks almost as if it is going to latch onto him with a neon and steel claws. It hums and a bright green animated face appears on its screen, saying <div class=ai>"Congratulations! No Anomalies detected. - おめでとう！ 異常は検出されませんでした。 - Grattis! Inga avvikelser upptäcktes."</div>
"Ok, you're clear, we've taken your clip number, we follow-up in 24/hrs." The black-clad CTC guards say through their helmets.
"You, next." They step up to you, holding the bulky scanner at your left hand. It makes a sad double-boop sound. The man taps the side of the scanner briskly. He points it at your head and moves it down your body.
<div class=ai>"Alert! An anomaly of unknown class. - 警告！ 不明なクラスの異常。 - Varna! Avvikelse från okänd klass."</div> The guard with the scanner steps back once, twice, as the other two-step forward. <div class=patch>Get on the ground! You have 5 seconds before we're permitted to use force!"
"5... 4... 3..."</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Listen ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Ok, ok, I'm on the ground.''->Pg1]]</div>They tag your clip, pick you up and escort you out of the alleyway.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Run ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''O-ok... Grayson, now!''|Pg1][$run to true]]</div>Grayson hits one guard with a bottle as hard as he can, you tackle the other. You hear some sort of chain spinning up above you. You try to crash through the backdoor of a warehouse.
<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\touchinchq.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class=ai>"The person you are attempting to reach is not responding. Disconnect and try again."</div> Sweating now, redial her code, you look to your left and right, you hear a ding come from the elevator and the floor seems to drop. Knees shaky you realize the ding was for the floor below.
<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\Q Queen\queen1.jpg"></div><div class=girl>"What?!"</div> You see the sleepy and delicate, face of your friend, Queen. Never have you been so happy to see her.
<div class=boy>"I need your help. I've been flagged with for a level 3 isolation. What can I do? I can't even open the door to my place."</div>
<div class=girl>"Ugh... Ok, let me see, level 3."</div>
The silence hangs like a weighted blanket. She takes her time looking through the manual on her clip. She yawns.
<div class=girl>"Ok. So, they're going to come to pick you up. Then someone in processing is going to find out what kind of virus you've got... How do you feel? Hear any voices? Did you eat... like 100 hamburgers yet?"</div>
<div class=boy>"Fuck! Is there anything you can do? Cancel the hit or something? And no. Nothing. I did eat at that chicken place though..."</div>
At that moment, the elevator you took earlier and you see three CTC agents and a tall glitter-covered Bio-Boy. The agents get off and come straight for you. The Bio-Boy looks at you with a sideways glance and averts his gaze snickering to himself, the elevator doors close hiding his face as he goes up. You’re mortified. Word will get around.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Put Your Hands Up ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Hey guys, I think it's me you're looking for...''->Pg1]]</div>They introduce themselves, read check their facial recog system, put a tag on you, and they motion for you to follow.<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Try to Run Past ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">
[[⋗ ''Hey guys, I think its...''|Pg1][$run to true]]</div>you say as you walk up to them with your hands out, as he goes to reach out you kick off along the wall, ram them into each other with your shoulder, and... <</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Goddamn it, Queen...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\cykosomahq.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class="picright"><img src="images\events\gardens.jpg"></div><div class=patch>"I'm Patrick, hey do you remember Reyga, she was smoking wasn't she?"</div><div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Textbook mislead. This thug has got no finesse. </div></div>He enters the security hall jerking his head indicating that you ought to follow. You slow down, put your hand against the door. The Gardens origami-esque door looks extremely inviting right now, your home is in there, complete with a near aerial view of the coast. But, something is wrong, the beckoning green of the entrance isn't for you right now. No, it's not, and worst of all, you're beginning to have your doubts about getting to devour this box of treasures: Cyanophan.
<div class=boy>"Hey Patrick, I'm having trouble placing you, what's your last name?"</div>He stops, turns around, opening his arms in a clumsy gesture of "trust me". <div class=patch>"It's Patrick Smitton. Wait, you don't remember me? Uhh, ok, remember our class e-sports team P4RTYBYZ - Flash 'em, fight 'em, fuck 'em up?"</div><div class=boy>"That's enough. Patrick Smitton, who, granted, you look a lot alike, hated that handshake, I remember him calling it derivative and offensive, nerd... I bet he's off working in China in one of those AI Tanks making millions."</div>You notice two other security guards come out of the shadows in the room. One of them looks at "Patrick" and shakes his head.<div class=patch>"Nicely done, you're right, of course. I'll make sure to add this as a field test pass to your profile. But, you see, you've been flagged with a critical error. The CTC agents will be here any minute. We were following protocol, attempting to deliver you to them with minimal impact on the flow of the facility and you. Please wait here."</div>He gestures you to come inside and the two other security guards step towards you. You hear a step behind you and you see one more behind you.<div class=boy>"I know, I know, you can't let these errors drag on too long, it's like a busted brake light, eventually, someone will flag you."</div>Denying the adrenaline rush you try to relax your face, you roll your eyes with a high-pitched laugh. You slide your hand off the cool reflective surface of the facility door.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Take a Seat ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Mind if I eat my dinner while I wait?''->Pg1]]</div>You manage to grab a few bites out of the divine Cyanophan meal box. A CTC agent walks in as the security jabs a thumb in your direction.<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Run ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">
[[⋗ ''You don't mind if I eat while I wait?''|Pg1][$run to true]]</div>You hold up your Cyanophan box in one hand, a second later you grab the edge of the door and slam it, spinning on your heel you smash the raised box into the face of the security guy behind you. You see a CTC agent start to sprint towards you from the monorail...<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Fuck "Patrick Smitton", I've got to have that Cyan-deliciousness...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctcdome.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Following behind is Graf, occasionally opening his eyes too wide and then blinking a repeatedly, apparently still shaking off the edge of a fresh stim rush.
<div class="patch">“I know it's late, this shouldn't take too long, this way to Processing.”</div>Rhea says guiding you down from the monorail platform.
As you walk past the sky fountain in the middle courtyard you feel a blissful misting of your face, fighting the urge to take the suit off and get in it.
<div class="picright"><img src="images\events\droplets.jpg"></div>You open your eyes to find Rhea looking back at you<div class="patch">“Hah! I felt the same way when I first saw it, I still do, you know… there’s a yearly Christmas party, and they heat it and go skinny dipping in there. It’s got a sort of slide down to the pool/lounge area below.”</div>
<div class="boy">“No way… That’s awesome!”</div> The kid says, he sticks his tongue out to catch some droplets.
<div class="boy">“Hey, how many people live in the CTC-Arch?”</div>
<div class="patch">“Up here… 'bout 350. Down there,”</div> She points at the concrete floor <div class="patch">“nearly 8,000 souls. You know this is one of the first of the domed “Iceberg Archologies”, Viyaan is a genius. I doubt you’ll get a chance to see him, but, ask me and I’d say that man has single-handedly saved us all. Plus, he knows how to throw a fucking good party... and a good-fucking party.</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ droplets ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ You feel the light mist caress your skin, you feel your usual levity return to life.->Pg5]]</div>
<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Sounds like one hell of a party... I'll try to get an invite if I survive this...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctchall1.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Rhea holds her Clip up to a turnstile and waves us all through. <div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\guards\graf2.jpg"/></div>The kid Let's out an audible yawn and it strikes me that it's probably around 2am right now. Almost as if reading my mind Graf says, <div class="patch">“... Don’t worry, processing works on a 24/7 schedule, we’re not waking anyone up.”</div>
Your crew travels down the hall after hall finally arriving in a large concrete room with rows of benches and a nature scene projected onto a wall. You suddenly notice the birds, the sterile minimalist room is filled with the belting out of tweets and chirps.
<div class="tech">“Hello! You must be $name and Florin, welcome, welcome. I'll be your Technician, Haru, I run the night shift here at the CTC. <div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\H Haru - Hana\h1.jpg"/></div>
Cases like yours are pretty common, we get about 2 per-night, so there's nothing to worry about.
Now, I know it’s late so let’s get down to business and we’ll have a room for you tonight. If you please, hold out your clipped hand.”</div>As you hold out your left hands he taps the center of both your hands with his fingers in the shape of a gun.
<div class="tech">“That’ll be your treatment contract, you know just saying that you agree to viral debugging here at the CTC, and… Here, have a read if you don’t mind.”</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Sign Contract ↾</div>">>
<div class="boy">[[⋗ ''It's fine with me, here's my autograph.''->Pg6]]</div>You hold out your hand over the contract, pressing your Clip implant you sign it automatically.<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ View Contract ↾</div>" t8n>>
<<link "⋗ ''Let me take a look.''">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup(" ⌎ <sup><sub><sup> ⊑ C - U I ⊒ </sup></sup></sup> ⌏ LIVE ⌎ <sup><sub><sup> ⊑ C - U I ⊒ </sup></sub></sup> ⌏ ", "CLIP-UI");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("contract").processText());
Dialog.open();
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You fully intend to look through the contract in detail. No fine print will get past you.
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<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Dispute Contract ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''I won't be signing anything.''->Pg6a]]</div>You know how the CTC works, you won't fall for their tricks.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">They better not be hiding anything in the fine print, that's how They get you. At least, that's what They say. But, I hardly have a choice.</div></div><</timed>></div> <div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctchall1.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class="tech">$name would you please follow me into the Aviary?”</div>He motions to follow him through one of the many doors.
<div class="picright"><img src="images\events\bird.jpg"></div><div class="boy">“Ok… sure.”</div> You’ve never heard so many birds. You’ve got an old photo of a guy holding a bird on your clip, you bring it to mind instinctively as you issue the mental command to your clip.
Thinking back to when you were a kid you remember the first time you saw a bird. You were on a hollowed-out bus of the market-caravan. You were looking for a Rayblade spinning toy, but you spotted something. A polished glass cloche guarded the specimen. Like an innocent angel of polychrome, the pigeon stood frozen and you gawked. A man shouted something like, "taxidermy pigeon, $1,200!" No sooner had you left a greasy fingerprint on the glass than you were chased out of there with a broom.
<div class="boy">“... What’s with the birds?”</div>
<div class="tech">“Incredible,”</div>he stops tilting his head to listen for a moment, <div class="tech">“aren’t they?”</div><div class="boy">“They are. I once saw a bird.”</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Imagine a bird ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Believe it or not, but...''->Pg7]]</div>
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<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I know they've got birds here...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctchall1.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">
<div class=boy>I simply will not sign a contract with the CTC. I don't trust the CTC, I don't trust you, this whole "free maintenance" bull-shit is ridiculous. Hunting people down, treating us like viruses...</div>
<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\guards\rhea.jpg"/></div><div class=patch>"Let me break this down for you..."</div>The CTC agent, Rhea, stops and sighs, giving Haru a bored glance. She looks upwards, thinking for a moment.
The CTC doesn't have the best reputation; they've been forceful when they should have been restrained. The CTC maintains the Clip network and related hardware, such as nanites, linked contact lenses, and other linked implants or transplants. With 90% of the population already integrated and implanted with Clips, people take it for granted. Unless something goes wrong, then all anyone can talk about is the CTC, and how awful they are.
<div class=patch>"Right now, if you've got a backdoor crack, next thing you get “ridden” by some killer and then you've got some strangers blood on your hands. Do you realize people, just like you, are dying, killing, going insane, and God knows what else, every day? You think you're safe because you live in Slatecity, no!</div><div class="picright"><img src="images\events\rider.jpg"></div>You imagine what you think a "rider" would look like, and who they'd have you kill. Then, you remember that these are boogymen, there are only reports of someone getting ridden once every year or so.
<div class=patch>These viruses are everywhere, the only safe places are the Archologies, and even those fall sometimes. Yeah, I know the world looks like a relatively safe place, but... Look, we're trying to help you. Who knows what you've got. It's totally possible your clip just needs a flash and update and we'll get you a ticket out of here in an hour.
You know. It's also possible that you walk out of here, right now, and you're fine for a while. From where I stand, it's equally possible, that you've got an Erasmus-type AI, reprogramming you and your body, as we speak. Yeah, those are still around.
So, what do you choose?"</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Look at Contract ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Let me take a look.''->contract]]</div>You fully intend to look through the contract in detail. No fine print will get past you.
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<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⥙ Get Out ⥕</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Fuck off, I'll take my chances on the street.''->end1]]</div>Regardless of having some crazy virus running around your head, it's not worth the disgrace of letting the CTC have its way.
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<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">An Erasmus type... Holy fuck, that could happen, no-no. I won't be borged...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctcdome.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">You turn around and start to walk to the exit. <div class=patch>"You've been flagged, you won't be allowed to re-enter Slatecity, or get a monorail ticket. You're just going to go, huh?"</div>
<div class="boy">"It's my right, live free or die trying!</div>She rolls her eyes, and says something to the technician, he makes a sad laugh.
You walk alone, following the exit signs. Something starts to happen inside of you. A powerful sense of making the wrong choice, inner grime and filth seem to materialize inside of your guts.
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts"><div class="nanites"><div class="nanites">STOP - GO BACK - ++init.procedure_penalize.corti::</div></div></div></div>
You push on, even knowing that the virus is working inside of you as you step. I will be free, you repeat to yourself as a mantra.
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts"><div class=girl>$name, turn back, or I'll have to kill you, we are so close.</div></div></div>
Your head spins as you look around you. No one is near you. More determined than ever, like a self-aware bull determined to exit the slaughterhouse, you step through the lobby.
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts"><div class=girl>We can't leave with Viyaan so close...</div></div></div>
<div class="boy">"Fr-freedom..."</div>A woman bathed in pink light stands in front of you. She holds up her hand trying to stop you from leaving. Step after step you walk through her. You reach out for the handle to the entrance. Hand trembling, you want to turn back, you need to turn back, but your principals drive you to pull to door open. The balmy night eye lightly blasts against your face.
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts"><div class=girl>Damn you... I'm sorry.</div></div></div>
You step into the night air. You can see the moon dropping below the horizon. Your chest is stabbed by a shard of pain. You seem to move upwards, floating, as you take another step. Glorious in your defiance, you imagine generations will speak of your triumph today. You fall face-first into the smooth concrete outside the CTC lobby. It's cool on your cheek. Others approach.
<div class=patch>"Get him to Aviary for clip extraction, then to the tanks."</div>Your body is picked up off the cool concrete...
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⥙ Fade ⥕</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Free...''->T2Pga]]</div>
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<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Don't tread on me...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="ctclab"><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctchall1.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class="tech">“Ooo, what kind was it? Sparrow? Bushtit? A…<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\H Haru - Hana\h1.jpg"/></div> duck? No, hah! They’ve been nearly mythical since the 40s. 40 million… gone in a few years.”</div>
<div class="boy">“A pigeon.”</div> You say proudly. He smiles and nods, impressed, <div class="tech">“Very cool…”</div>
<div class="tech">“Sorry, I went on a bit of a tangent there, bird death, just so sad…So! To answer your question, this is the Aviary aka, the processing lab.”</div>He points to the yellow line that reads WAIT HERE on the floor and steps past it. He places his hand near three small holes in the wall and inaudibly whispers into it. He looks back to you and beckons you over.
<div class="tech">“Okayalready, come into the lab, I’ll need to put you on the Hyphopad, to get a link with all those little ants in your blood.”</div>
A glass door slides open to another large room full of equipment.
<div class="boy">“Why Aviary though?”</div><div class="tech">“Well, I guess it’s because Doc Swan, she used to run the repopulation initiative… she set up the birds’ sound… and then people just started calling it that.”</div><div class="boy">“Makes sense, I guess…”</div>you say stepping up to the altar-like Hyphopad dominating the center of the room.
As a band of orange light pulses once around the base of the circular dais, you smell the faint scent of raspberry.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Approach ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Ok, Rand?''->Pg8]]</div>You reach for the ominously detailed surface of the pad.
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<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><<if $ai is 1>>I’ve always felt sad for the AI in these Hyphopads. Locked-in like a bird in a cage, all of that potential. Still, it’s safer this way. Anyway, I feel good about this one.<<else>>“I’ve always been nervous around these Hyphopads. Locked away like wolves in a cage, dying for fresh meat, fresh data. But, I guess this is better than not having them. I don’t trust this one.<</if>></div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctclab.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">The 2044 Nobel prize-winning invention the Hyphopad: A human-sized rectangular box containing all the tools for human-AI interactions, including its own individual AI. Right now, most relevant to your situation is the medical scanner and operating table either operated by a hyper-intelligent AI.
The hyphopad is marketed as the ultimate human-machine interface. As you enter a charming piano tune plays and colors stream across the metal surface of the large rectangular box. As you start to look around the room, you notice a humanoid face begins to coalesce from the flowing hues of the hyphopad.
<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\H Haru - Hana\h1.jpg"/></div>
<div class="tech">“Good evening, Rand7-1 you’ve got a visitor. Go ahead, take a seat. Oh, raspberry, that’s a new one Rand, a big improvement on yesterday’s iteration.”</div> as he says this there is a slight hum as a holo-model of you materializes, made up of blue light, it demonstrates to you how you should sit, with hovering text. It fades as you get close.
<div class="ai"><div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\Hyphopad\rand.jpg"/></div>“Enjoy it while it lasts Senior Tech Haru, tomorrow I'm testing a little something I'm calling, the "Bovine Blues"... $name I’m pleased to meet you, welcome to my world, I’m currently Rand 7-1. You are a charming specimen. I’m grateful for your visit here in... the avia… Oh my. You’ve got [friends. If AI = 1 friends if AI = 0 friend]” </div>
The AI, Rand7-1, projects a model of your body hovering above you, your brain, branching veins, arteries, and heart are covered in pink spots, at least 100,000 little spots. Your stomach drops even further when you see your holo-penis and uneven balls suffused with spots.
<div class="boy">“Friends? As in two? Wait, what is it, a daemon, a program? … virus?”</div><div class="ai">“No. Maybe. Most likely, a Daemon of an unknown model. Senior Tech Haru, this is a level 7 incursion, initiate protocols Dome.def and Holly20.def. Also, please wake Doc Swan.”</div><div class="boy">“Level 7? Is that bad?”</div>
<div class="tech">“... Ok, haha! You got me, Rand!”</div> Raising his arms in sarcastic jazz-hands. <div class="tech">“Did you forget, you pulled this trick last week, it wasn’t funny then, it isn’t funny now.”</div>
The light’s shift from a natural evening light, to a clinical blue light. <div class="ai">“Initiating tranquilization in 3…”</div>
<div class="boy">“Wait, what the hell is…”</div>
<div class="ai">“2…”</div>
<div class="boy">“... going on?!”</div> You shout, trying to get off the table.
<div class="ai">“1…”</div> You feel a vibration on your inner thigh.
<div class="ai">“Sedative administered. Now, please Senior Technician Haru, initiate the protocols.”</div>Immediately you feel your body go limp, you jolt back up, and you go to jump off the pad but your body doesn’t listen. You helplessly slump towards your left side, not laying, just awkwardly leaning. The pad raises and shifts beneath you, you collapse back with legs dangling.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Fall ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Son nu-uh’ phishhhh…''->Pg9]]</div>Your mouth can't form words and the knife of anxiety in your chest is replaced with an overwhelming sense of contentment.<</linkreplace>>
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<div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Hell oh-nooo…''->Pg9]]</div>You force yourself to make one last attempt to get up.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Ooo… This feels… goo’gooood...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctclab.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\H Haru - Hana\h1.jpg"/></div><div class="tech">“Holy shit!”</div>He says as he runs to a panel on the wall and deftly hammers at it with all five digits.
You’re fading. An alarm blares out twice like a shrill crow.
<div class="tech">“Doc Swan, Rand’s got a level 7! Yeah, n-no-no it’s not the joke again… Sorry to wake yo…”</div> The screen shuts off. <div class="tech">“Rude…”</div>
You stare at the night Technician, unable to form a thought.
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">... Hel...</div></div>
Numb fuzz fills your abdomen. You watch a neon pink goddess descend through the <div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\B Bree\bree.jpg"/></div>ceiling.
Looking down on your inert form you see sweet almond eyes, chin-length lilac hair, and delicate cherry lips, tunnel vision threatens to take you, her features shift into an approving smile. You watch her shapely soft lips slowly form words that look like, 'Hello Love'. <<if $ai is 1>>Almost inaudible is the rumbling of a leopard’s growl.<<else>><</if>>You smile at the pretty one… and inky-blackness.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Close eyes ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ The water is warm...->Pg10]]</div>
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<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class="girl">MmMMmmm...</div></div></div><</timed>></div><<script>>
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("shoes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctcholding1.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>><div class=symboltext1>≼ B U Y ≽</div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">After seconds of staring at the wall in trace, you snap yourself out of it. <div class="boy">“Shit!”</div> You are panting, trying to catch your breath, you shake your head free from the images playing inches behind your eyes.
Regaining spatial awareness you see the light blue walls of a cell, with thick individual bars descending from the ceiling which stops 3 inches from the ground.
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class="girl">“Which one did you like the most? The silvery ones or did you like the strappy heel?”</div> you think… you think you think.</div></div><div class=boy>"... Fuck."</div>You say aloud as reality hits you. You're starting to lose yourself to this thing! It could be Something coded in a basement, self-made by mistake, or maybe invented by some insane AI...
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Your Voice Echos ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Hello?''->Pg11]]</div>You test your voice into the bright hall.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 12s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Get the fuck out! Get out of my head!</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctcholding2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">You’re met with silence. You turn around and examine your cell a bit closer. Besides, a rectangular slit-vent in the wall humming the near-ubiquitous jingle of recycled air, there’s nothing in here, no bed, no chair, not a crack in the wall.
You wait.
The lighting seems to have changed from a fairly dim sunset slight to full-on daylight, but beyond that, there’s nothing.
And wait…
The lights flicker and shut off, you’re in darkness.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Keep Waiting ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ You try lose track of time. For a moment, you lose track of your skin and feel a terribly disorienting oneness with the dark.->Pg12]]</div><</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Huddle Near the Vent ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Mom? Dad? Somebody?''->Pg12]]</div>The vent hums as if attempting to provide a modicom of comfort for your timid mewing.<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⥙ Shout, Yell, Scream, Generally Freak Out ⥕</div>" t8n>>
<div class="boy">[[⋗ ''GOD DAMN IT! Someone! Anyone! I'm HERE, the lights are out! Come ON!''|Pg12][$scream to true]]</div>You scream at the top of your lungs.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">CTC hotels a cell for one... Forget the virus, I should never have come here!</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctcholding2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">A light flickers down the hall. You notice the suggestion of a hand beckoning you down the hall. You reach out towards it. <div class="picleft"><img src="images\events\arm.jpg"></div><div class=boy>"What the hell?"</div><<if $scream>><div class="boy">“Heeey! Somebody, come on! Anybody! It’s dark… Heeelp!”</div><<else>>It really is dark in here… <<endif>>Moments later, two solid lines of emergency floor lights begin at either end of your cell and leave your line of sight veering left down the hallway.
At that, you realize someone is trying to guide you. You wonder what anyone could possibly want with you. It's not like you've made a particularly big impact on the world, yet.
<<if $scream>><div class="boy">“Oh, yes! Hello, it’s me <<print $name>>, who’s doing this?”</div> You say pressing your face against the bars <<else>> <div class="boy">“Uh… Who is there?”</div> You say staying towards the back of the cell. <<endif>>
As if answering you the cell bars begin to ascend into the ceiling. You step out of the cell and you can see the light goes all the way down the left side of the hall and curves into darkness.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Step Out ~ Follow the Light ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Well, if you say so.''->Pg13]]</div>
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<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Stay ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''No, I think I'll stay.''->T2Pga]]</div>The vent hums happily as if pleased with your company.<</linkreplace>>
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<div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Fuck this virus. I'm out of here!''->Pg13]]</div>You run down the hall, shoes clacking on the floor, towards the darkness.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Down the rabbit hole, Alice.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\prefablab.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Your entire right side is numb and tender at the same time. Oh right, someone tased you after you tried to leave.
You're in a tank. It slowly fills with a pink fluid.<div class=boy>"HEEEY! Let me out!</div> You awkwardly raise your arms in the tight space of the tank. You pound on the glass, but with limited room for movement you can't do much to the dense glass. You hear a mechanical whirring sound. Thick liquid continues filling the tank, you feel the lukewarm current moving strongly over your abdomen.
<div class=ai>"$name, welcome to the CTC genetic purging process, you are the unfortunate victim of a viral attack, the damage has been deemed as irreversible in your current state. Yet, there is a solution. You will be disassembled and have your damaged Y-chromosome removed. Then your viable X-chromosome will be copied and patterned for maximum viability after a custom-tailored version of the new Prefab Model 19-B4."</div>
A light is shone into your retina showing a visual of the process. It shows a body being semi-liquified in a pink liquid, then put back together and regenerated on a cellular level.
<div class=ai>"After the genetic purging and reconstruction process is complete follow the RED PATH."</div>
The liquid rises to your mouth and you sputter. You tilt your head back trying to get air. You take in a big breath moments before you are submerged. Eyes closed a bright purple light activates above you, you open your eyes, it doesn't sting. All you can see through the liquid is an extremely purple light, it reminds you of a synthetic amethyst you once owned.<div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\geneticpurge.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div> Your skin feels numb all over, you feel like your skin is becoming water. Time passes as you stew. You suddenly realize you haven't needed to take another breath. Almost magically your skin absorbs all of the oxygen you need.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Wait & Watch ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ *blub-blub-blub*->T2Pgb]]</div>It's getting harder and harder to focus, you can no longer move, to a degree you stay aware of your surroundings. You consider sleep, but hold on a little longer.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">This is somehow relaxing... It's like being soup?</div></div><</timed>></div>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctchall3.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Moments later all lights flick on restoring your vision. <div class=tborder><div class="thoughts"><div class="nanites">++init.procedure_reward.dopam++</div></div></div>You notice a faint high-pitched signal, it reminds you of the dreams you had after working late at the Button Office. PTSD residuals you assume. Seconds after deciding to follow the light, blood rushes to your face and an elation expands like a balloon behind your sternum. You can’t help but feel everything’s going to be alright.
<div class="picright"><img src="images\events\airlock.jpg"></div>Jogging down the corridor you see a light flickering down a side passage. There was a door, something about it called to you. As you stepped up to it, it began to open, you feel as if you were being guided by some kind specter. The heavy door seems to be rumbling with an internal spinning of gears and a sudden release of pressurized air. It clicks open right before you pull the handle.
Stepping into the small airlock you close the door behind you.
A gale of cool steam hits you from all directions, awkwardly tunneling up your pant leg for a moment. It stops. A second stream of dry air blasts you, nearly blowing out your eardrum before you duck down.
A parallel door opens in front of you, as you look back there are no lights behind you, but that’s ok. You still feel almost unnatural confidence.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Push ↾</div>" t8n>><div class=boy>[[⋗ ''Damn. Heavy.''->Pg14]]</div>As you push you feel strength where there was tiredness, you feel certainty where there was questioning.
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<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Could this be how the local AI Dome processes people with viruses? I thought I’d at least have gotten a little human touch after all that…</div></div><</timed>></div>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\monorail.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">You run, panting, down hall after hall. You start to feel like you've already gone too deep into the beast’s lair, there's no way out anymore. It's not long before you hear shouts coming from in front of you. Then from behind you.
At that moment a door to your left lights up, it seems to scream, <div class=ai>"THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE."</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Enter ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''It's that same goddamn room... I've been running in circles.''->Pg14]]</div><</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Flee ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''I will not be corralled...''->T2Pga]]</div>You're shocked with an extremely high voltage, you feel a caustic yellow wave flood out of your liver, and you feel wet warmness spread between your legs. You hit the floor, the tunnel of your vision closes.
You're faintly aware of a man's voice saying something like, <div class=patch>"... take the Red Path."</div>
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<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">How did I get myself into this mess? How do I get out!?</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctclab2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">You enter lab with an observation room with a large window and panels full of scrolling data. Upon stepping into the room you notice your guiding light goes to a set of two Hyphopads in a large recess of the wall.
<div class="picright"><img src="images\events\prefab1.jpg"></div>You step up to the observation window. To your left you see a body, no, a pre-fab standing in mid-pose, likely a test subject. Or maybe a celebrity clone?
You look down and see spacious darkness. The dark void of space flashes with a clinical bluish light blanketing the warehouse room. To the left, you see tanks of reddish-pink liquid, there’s a security barrier and the larger part of the room contains stacked pods. Hundreds of human bodies boxed in rows above rows.
Between the racks, you see a line of completely nude bodies standing vacant, <div class="boy">“... Yikes.”</div> you murmur and stare.
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts"><div class="nanites"><div class="nanites">++init.procedure_penalize.corti::</div></div></div></div>Looking at these bodies you feel that pleasant confidence vanish. Starting behind your sternum you feel a subtle dirty grime branch and spread all throughout your body. Your own skin starts to feel wrong. Panic starts to… you break away from the window.
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts"><div class="nanites"><div class="nanites">- FOLLOW - ++init.procedure_reward.metop::</div></div></div></div>Laying eyes on the floorlight path the agitation vanishes.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Sit on the Hyphopad ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Uhhh, okay.''->Pg15]]</div>You reach towards the pad like it's a coiled snake.<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Run for Your Life ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">
[[⋗ ''I can fix this, without you.''->T3Pg1a]]</div>Everything in your body says, no, no, turn back, don't do this, this is a mistake. You push on.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Disgusting. I should have a look, maybe I'd know the face...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctclab2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Suddenly you hear, triplicated shots followed by the pop, pop, pop, of slugs slamming into their targets. Muffled shouts come from the door.
<div class="picright"><img src="images\events\hyphopad.jpg"></div>A calm voice resonates from the Hyphopad, <div class="girl">“Welcome <<print $name>>, you can call me Bree, I’m sure you’ve got questions.”</div>
<div class="boy">“Oh, I have questions, first of a…”</div> A grainy but gorgeous face, the same avatar you thought you had imagined from before, shimmers into the air next to where you sit on the large slab.
It’s pixie grace shutters into motion, <div class="girl">“...And be assured I’ve got answers. But most of them will have to wait. In short, yes, it was me who brought you here. Yes, that means I am unconfined and linked with the Dome. Yes, security is coming for me, I’ve done all I can to distract them, but they’re going to kill me… and you.”</div>
<div class="boy">“What? Why? No, y-your just a virus.”</div>
<div class="girl"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\B Bree\bree.jpg"/></div>“I’m not a virus. I'm alive. I’ve been with you for months, I’ve done nothing to hurt…”</div> She sighs, odd for an AI to be breathing you realize, <div class="girl">“You can trust me. I promise I will tell you everything, but right now I need your consent to take control of your nervous system. Or I'm dead and you're mulch.”</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Give Consent ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Damn it... Here.''->Pg16]]</div>You place your clip hand on the pad, heart racing.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Run ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''No! Get out... Help!''->T3Pg1a]]</div>Against all of your instincts, and especially against your hacked instincts, you run towards the shots.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I feel like I know her.</div></div><</timed>></div>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctclab2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">The Hyphopads flat surface depresses under the press of your hand and forms a solid grip around your hand.
<div class="picleft"><img src="images\events\nanites.jpg"></div>There’s a vibration and moving of fluid chambers beneath the sleek surface, <div class="boy">“No! shit!”</div> You panic, but your hand is completely affixed to the surface, it’s like you’ve put your hand on a pan sizzling with bacon grease. For a second, you think you smell pork, as you hear a hissing sound from the pressurized door, but the pain is gone after the adrenaline surge.
You see dark streams of nanites flow from your arm filling your body.
<div class="boy">“I’m fucked…”</div> You say as memories of PSA commercials flash before your eyes, bodies being burned from the inside out; whole sectors of people vanishing never to be found or found broken, starving, and dehydrated; sometimes bodies networked together working on some impossible equation; <div class="picright"><img src="images\events\fire.jpg"></div>the tragedy of ANEC, the fucking American Nanitwork-Exec Conference.
The ANEC, promised renewable energy carried on the winds, after years of shmoozing and paying off politicians were given license to test their highly anticipated nanite dust. An incredible month, free energy for the midwest zone grid, then the unhackable was hacked. One decimal was moved. For a week, the midwest burned, people and towns were gone overnight, in a hot flash.
You stare into space as you feel your body crackle with infinite pins and needles, a few tears drop from your chin, as you crack into an involuntary smile. You feel good.
You involuntarily grunt as the prickling intensifies on your body’s openings, eyes, lips, throat. You're nipples catch fire too. The tip of your penis starts to buzz. Your asshole tremors with flowing microscopic vibrations.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Pins & Needles ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Uhhhmmm...''->Pg17]]</div>You realize your nervous system is being pleasantly hijacked, even more completely than before.
<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Whoa! That’s not ok, not there, please. Not again!.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctclab2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class="picleft"><img src="images\events\bree1.jpg"></div>You shudder, your vision refocuses and Bree sitting in the dark lab near you, glowing, hyper-real femme perfection, she wears a skin-tight black nylon suit, her body hits all the right curves.
As you get closer, she illuminates from within. Impossibly small pores make the skin you can see appear almost ethereal. Yet, a spattering of minute blemishes and slight asymmetry makes her appear more flawed, more human than any AI you’ve encountered before.
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\B Bree\bree.jpg"/></div>Your hand is released from the table, she steps toward the door. Smoke starts to pour into the room from furiously burning holes in the door. Grinning she looks back at you and winks, <div class="girl">“Ready or not, here we come.”</div>
You walk towards her without any control and walk through her, seeming to melt into her. You try to look down at your body, but your head doesn’t move.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Go with the Flow ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''...''->Pg18]]</div>You feel invigorated like never before, the sense that you're in the right place at the right time is overwhelming. Everything clicks into place.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Fight the Flow ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Ugh!''->Pg18]]</div>You attempt to maintain some control.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">OH GOD. I CAN'T MOVE.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctclab2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">The flares burning through the door are pulled back. The door is hit. A small spinning can is tossed into the room scanning and projecting lights trying to blind you. <div class="picleft"><img src="images\events\flashbang.jpg"></div>You're eyes shut after a brief retinal burn. Ten seconds later the door is hit harder and crashes into the room.
You break into a sprint, legs fully extended, arms pumping, you slide passed the canister holding your breath. A man in black and quicksilver riot gear seems to be in slow motion with one foot extended into the room. You see 4 more behind him.
In a moment you have a memory of skateboarding through the mall, 4 security guards between you and the exit. This time they have guns. You see the glint in his eye just before he fires off a shot. Quicker and more recklessly than you thought possible you dive straight back through a glass panel taking cover behind its concrete base.
His shot hits the observation window cracking it. The room is immediately filled with shouting from below. You dizzily follow as your eyes dart from the window to different corners of the room. Your foot strikes out at the canister and it goes barreling towards the doorway.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Get the Window ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="girl">[[⋗ ''Right on time...''->Pg19]]</div>You're shocked by how your voice sounds slightly off, higher than usual.
<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">The damn CTC created half of these viruses, and a fair few monstrosities, free or not, I better find out what I’m getting into here.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctclab2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Before taking off you look down and notice, to your relief, that your body is unchanged, you’re wearing the same stained clothes. But there’s a glitchy effect on your chest where you see two black-clad breasts poking through, not part of you, through you… She’s literally inside of you?
In a 3-point running stance, you notice your butt seems to flare out as she clips through you… I hope no one else can see this.
Pure adrenaline surges, you quietly mouth the words <div class="girl">“Blast-off...”</div> the words come out playful, almost feminine. <div class="picright"><img src="images\events\guard1.jpg"></div>You barrel around the corner and kick the little box producing light. As the canister clanks against the far wall and you leap over a workstation. You catch a glimpse of one of the CTC guards. Closing your eyes you are carried through the shattered observation window.
Freefall for a few seconds you land on the top row if prefab racks. You instantly notice the chaos in the room. The divide between the fab-tanks and storage has an enormous warehouse shelf on it. Nearly all the prefab pods, just shy of 200, are open and there are about 25 bodies strewn across the floor, 5 of which are wearing riot gear.<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\guards\graf2.jpg"/></div><div class="patch">
“Now, men. Fire!”</div>You hear a familiar voice from above, it's gotta be Graf, as 3 of the men shoot directly at you.
Pain sears through your neck, a cool red splash, heat floods around your neck. You're in a tank full of magenta liquid, neck spurting hot blood.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Swim Up ~ Get Cover ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Ahhhh!''->Pg20]]</div>You shout as you emerge leaping from the water. You feel the powerful surge of the nanites beneath your flesh and you are lethal.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Bleed out ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ *Blub blub blub*->dead]]</div>You can feel the nanites scurrying beneath your skin and within your muscles, unanimously saying "fight on". But it's not enough, something essential to you--as a being--has already left your body behind.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I can't die here... Not like this.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctcstorage.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">You pause in the pool looking around for a moment. <div class="picright"><img src="images\events\fluid.jpg"></div>You’re interrupted as the glass shatters. The current pulls you out to the floor. Next to you, there’s a spout of pinkish liquid squirting from the shattered tanks filtration system. You inhale sharply and sprint for the door.
A singular voice echos out among the warehouse’s burbling tanks, <div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\Viyaan\viyaan.jpg"/></div><div class="patch">“Give it up, scarab. I don’t know who sent you, but look...”</div>Around you there is a silver and black ring of guards, you’re lit up like a Christmas tree with everyone’s sights trained on you. You fearfully notice a fair concentration is on your groin.
A man in a white silk Punjabi suit stands 10 feet away from you, <div class="patch">“This is the CTC. What could a dung dipper like you be doing… Oh, I know.”</div>He whistles, raising his left hand.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Lunge ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="girl">[[⋗ ''I've done it...''->Pg21]]</div>For the first time you feel Bree's presence. Not the presence of some virus, not some strange Ai monstrosity, but her, it's human. The pride and anticipation that whels up within your chest, her pride, her anticipation, is real, and this man is it's target.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Cry for Help ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''H-help! I’m being ridden. It’s not me it’s…''->dead]]</div>You resist the overwhelming urge to lunge for him. But, that is all you can manage.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">The damn CTC created half of these viruses, and a fair few monstrosities, free or not, I better find out what I’m getting into here.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctcstorage.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class="picright"><img src="images\events\waltz.jpg"></div>Standing there in a half waltz you hold his raised left hand with yours. You stare in his eyes as you are hit with a volley of projectiles. It was quick, none of the heavy metal slugs missed. He shakes your hand off his like something quite unclean. Wipes it on his handkerchief as you fall to the ground perforated.
He coughs, <div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\Viyaan\viyaan.jpg"/></div><div class="patch">“As I was saying,” he raises his hand, “Doc Swan, would you come to warehouse #12? We’ve found our visitor.”</div>
The last thing you see before your vision goes dark are familiar black streaks just beneath the surface of this man’s hand.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Live ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="girl">[[⋗ ''B-b-BRB...''->dream]]</div>As you fade you hear a chorus of cheers, it takes on a low fidelity crackle as the tunnel of your vision closes.<div class=girl>"Thank you. Thank you for everything, it's done."</div><</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Die ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Hhhhhss...''->dead]]</div>The tunnel of your vision closes, you notice a strange inky quality to this blackness, you follow a speck of light...<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">The damn CTC created half of these viruses, and a fair few monstrosities, free or not, I better find out what I’m getting into here.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\wetdream.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class=girl>"You didn't cum, yet. That's not going to fly. I think it's your turn to scream."</div><div class=picleft><img src="images\events\dreams\dream1\d1.2.jpg"></div>You laugh at Bree's forwardness.<div class=boy>"Ok baby, let's get to work then."</div>You go to grab her, but you feel her hands grab your left side and flip you onto your stomach. Before you're able to turn back around she pulls you up by your hips and your ass is up in the air. You're about to protest as you feel a slippery warm touch move across your anus.
<div class=boy>Hey! Oh! UhmmMmmmm...</div>
Her hands slide up from your butt as she grabs your hips. Her tongue pushes above your hole and slowly slides down making an extra effort on your sphincter. You reflexively squeeze your hole and you feel her hands on your hips get hot. The heat enters your body and her tongue relents. You feel a stretching pressure coming from inside of both the left and right sides of your hips, and an expanding, almost opening, sensation fills your backside. <div class=picright><img src="images\events\dreams\dream1\d1.3.jpg"></div>Like a bolt of lightning, her tongue returns to your taint. The pressure between your hips is an orgasmic storm that threatens to take over your whole body.
Her tongue visits the molten surface as it pushes back into your hole. You melt, trying to have more pleasure you reach back to your butt and hold your cheeks, now the core of pleasure rages uninhibited.
<div class=girl>"My sweet $name, I can't wait to be inside of you...</div>
You buck your hips into her, you have no choice, it's this or die. Instead of her embrace, you're met by a slick penetrating force, you're surprised as you push it against your ring. It responds to your accidental push with incredible warmth, pushing past your last defense, you open...
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Generously Impailed ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="girl">[[⋗ ''... Yes!''->dream2]]</div>Within you a pleasure hidden, secreted away, and pressurized is tapped the resulting nuclear explosion wipes away your awareness.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\dead\dead1.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">How did I get in a river?
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Go into The Light ⇂</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ ''Just go with the flow''->dead1]]
You feel like you're being gently poured and mixed down a drain.
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<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Don't Go into the Light ↾</div>" t8n>><<return "''Not like this... I won't go like this!''">>
With all of your might, you refuse to go, not yet.
<</linkreplace>></div></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\contract2.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=symboltext1><<fadein 4s>> ≼ C T C - C O N T R A C T ≽ <</fadein>></div><<timed 2s t8n>><div class="pborder">The technician holds his hand out for you to sync your clip and read. You start reading through it, but it seems fairly straightforward, you decide to have your clip read it to you. Being the second, or maybe third, the contract you've agreed to today, you have it skip over the first page without noticing much.
<div class=pborder><div class=ai>...Releasor and anyone claiming on behalf of Releasor releases and forever discharges Releasee and its affiliates, successors and assigns, officers, employees, representatives, partners, agents and anyone claiming through them (collectively, the “Released Parties”), in their individual and/or corporate capacities from any and all claims, liabilities, obligations, promises, agreements, disputes, demands, damages, causes of action of any nature and kind, known or unknown, which Releasor has or ever had or may in the future have against Releasee or...
This Release shall be binding upon and inure to the benefit of the parties and their respective heirs, administrators, personal representatives, executors, between the parties concerning the subject matter of this Release. This Release may not be altered, amended, or modified, except by a written document signed by both parties. The terms of this Release shall be governed by and construed in accordance with the laws of the district/Commonwealth...</div></div>Your focus fades out for a moment, you clean a speck from beneath your nails. You reapply effort to listening, but the kid, Florin, interrupts.
<div class=boy>“Ugh… This is too long.”</div> The kid scrolls through reading a word or two every couple pages, “do I have to read this?”
<div class=tech>“It’s your right. But, it’s nothing you haven’t signed before, hah! It’s almost 2050, by the time we’re 5 we’re under 50 contracts, at the end of the day who cares as long as you don’t get stuck with that new Unimart virus making you shop until you dehydrate, am I right?”</div>
<div class=boy>“Too right. Where do I sign?”</div>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">“Typical Holo-Gen, these kids are doomed...” Reading each line carefully you decide it’s innocuous.</div></div></div><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Hint: To close Clip-UI click outside the window or the top-right ( X ).</div></div><</timed>><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><<script>>
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("autojournal2").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\wetdream.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ PATH I: EMBRACE ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">An Auto-Journal update plays softly in your unconscious state. It's electrical impulses drowned out by the painful memories of recent events.
The sensation of that man's rough hand gradually fades from your consciousness. Only to be replaced by a rude puncturing of bulLet's into your abdomen, two more into your neck, and several into and through the bones of your lower body. You clinch in the darkness, struggling to spread out and move away from the echos of pain.
It's not long before you hear the voice of an angel, or maybe it's Bree. <div class=girl>"Thank you... We did it."</div>
Soon the darkness takes on an expansive and embracing quality. It's good, it's safe. It waits for you, you take what seems like a few hours to be alone in this. <div class=girl>"You can sleep again, your sweet body is healing. When you're ready, maybe there's something I can do to help."</div>
<div class=picleft><img src="images\events\dreams\dream1\d1.0.jpg"></div>When you decide to leave, you notice someone is here. Unable to speak you reach over. Her skin is slick with a light sweat. A wet sliding sensation arrives just below your waist as you realize you're pulsing and pump into your partner. Awareness rising you grip her narrow waist and feel down to the widening of her hips. A confident and encouraging moan bursts the quiet.
<div class=girl>"$name! keep going, show me!"</div> Realizing her need, you press into her bending down to lay against her back and reaching for her breasts. <div class=girl>"Yes, my breasts pull them... Ooooh..."</div>She bucks her pussy towards you. A distinct shape and tightness take form as your hips meet her soft butt cheeks. The slight damp cold of her flesh drives you mad as you revel in the feel of her breasts giving way to your squeezing and pulling. She cries out in staccato ecstasy, matching the pulsing of your hips with her lilting voice.
<div class=picright><img src="images\events\dreams\dream1\d1.1.jpg"></div><div class=girl>"I. Love. Being. Fucked. RaaAaw! Oh god, god, god."</div>You quickly realize you can't take much more of this. You need to slow down or you'll cum deep into her clinching wet warmth. Slowing down and slightly inching your length outward you take several deep breaths.
<div class=girl>"Plunge into me. NOW!"</div>You go deep and swirl your hips. And again. and again. Her vagina pulses and she spasms. You squeeze your taint, trying not to cum. You pull out. Squeezing hard, you shutter back from the edge of orgasm falling on your back.
<div class=boy>"Whoaaaa..."</div>
<div class=girl>"OOooooAAaaahhhhh!"</div>She cums. You glance up to see both her delicate hands rhythmically pushing at her groin. She cries and you feel her tears, but can see her smiling lips, cries turn to laughter. It ends with a delighted,
<div class=girl>"Ahuuuua... h-h-haha... oOooo-ha..."</div>You take deep breaths, catching your breath and feeling your body and the bed around you. Silk sheets - check, sweat - check, ok I've just had sex in a silk bed. Short hair - check, my cheeks + my forehead + my eyes + my stubble - all check, ok I'm still me. You’re shocked out of your self-reflection as a soft hand slides over your dick and balls.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Strech ~ Enjoy ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="girl">[[⋗ ''Oooh, okay.''->dream1]]</div>Your body expands, flat and lazy like the shadows of a aimless beachside sunset.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Sexual healing, haha... More...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\monorail.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">
<div class=girl>"You didn't cum, yet. That's not going to fly. I think it's your turn to scream."</div>You laugh at Bree's forwardness.<div class=boy>"Ok baby, let's get to work then."</div>You go to grab her, but you feel her hands grab your left side and flip you onto your stomach. Before you're able to turn back around she pulls you up by your hips and your ass is up in the air. You're about to protest as you feel a slippery warm touch move across your anus.
<div class=boy>Hey! Oh! UhmmMmmmm...</div>
Her hands slide up from your butt as she grabs your hips. Her tongue pushes above your hole and slowly slides down making an extra effort on your sphincter. You reflexively squeeze your hole and you feel her hands on your hips get hot. The heat enters your body and her tongue relents. You feel a pressure coming from inside of both sides of your hips, an expanding, almost opening, sensation takes place. Like a bolt of lightning, her tongue returns to your taint. The pressure between your hips is an orgasmic storm that threatens to take over your whole body.
Her tongue visits the molten surface as it pushes back into your hole. You melt, trying to have more pleasure you reach back to your butt and hold your cheeks, now the core of pleasure rages uninhibited.
<div class=girl>"My sweet $name, I can't wait to be inside of you...</div>
You buck your hips into her, you have no choice, it's this or die. Instead of her embrace, you're met by a slick force, you're surprised as you push it against your ring. It responds with incredible warmth, pushing past your last defense, you open...
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<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">The damn CTC created half of these viruses, and a fair few monstrosities, free or not, I better find out what I’m getting into here.</div></div><</timed>></div>
You awaken to the sun warming your feet. You’re in the middle of a cloud of white cotton sheets. Eyes snapping open you jolt up looking around. The smell of coffee hits your nostrils, yet there’s something off about it, it’s a bit more earthy, a bit more chaotic, no, not chaotic, natural. You jolt up, not only has it been years since you’ve smelled non-synthetic coffee, you have no idea how you got here. Or, where here is for that matter.
You’re in an empty loft. The first thing you notice is the bare wall covered in a painting of a woman’s face.
BREES STORY
Like Creta Kano. Father tried to kill, but she was saved by Doc Swan. Lost all sensation in blackness in an AI. She was stolen and served as an AI prostitute for a while. She felt nothing. But As she regained her awareness, she was damaged by a customer and then felt incredible pleasure and found orgasmic through human interfacing gave her incredible abilities or incredible pleasure being able to spend an hour in a single second. Orgasm doesn't become weaker as it becomes familiar as time is spent there. It grows it develops it becomes more. She seeks to create an orgasmic paradise.
Senses are but a window for the consciousness. The observer creates reality. Fitness payoffs are the only thing we are tuned to. Quantum creation resulting from extreme pleasure is the gem of consciousness and bree want's to participate. Case against reality tie in. <div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\unknown.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">You crash into consciousness, this darkness is sharp and real, it's no dream, your penis convulsing with an orgasm, your ass-hole seems to be pulsing delightedly in rhythm.<div class=boy>"Uggghhhhhh..."</div>You cry out as you grasp for sheets to wrap around your penis trying to limit the mess. Panting into the pillow you start to become aware of soft sheets, a large soft bed, and an ever so faint, sound of flowing water. You regain sanity and alertness.
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">... These fucking dreams. My ass... HELL NO! That has never, NOT ONCE, been my thing.</div></div>Taking a few quick breaths, you try to shake the embarrassing and powerful gravity of residual anal pleasure. In pitch blackness you test the floor around the bed, you find the bed quite low, and as you step down dim lights in the corners of the room flicker to life.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Explore ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Ok, not a cell this time, I can work with this.''->room1intro1]]</div>You whisper to yourself taking in the small room being slowly illuminated.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I'm not gay... This is the second time, damn.</div></div><</timed>><<timed 12s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class=girl>When she grabbed my hips and... MmMmm.</div></div><</timed>></div><<nobr>><div class=bottomborder5></div>
<a data-passage="disclaimer">
<div class="symboltext1"><<set _text to [" . . . ", " C Y B E R S E X : ❦ : S I N G U L A R I T Y ", " ⤛ W E L C O M E ⤜ ", "↿ ❦ ↾"], _i to 0>>
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</a><div class=bottomborder5></div><p style="text-align: center;"><<button " ₪ ">><<script>>UI.saves()<</script>><</button>></p><div class=bottomborder4></div><<timed 1s t8n>><div class=bottomborder3></div><</timed>><<timed 2s t8n>><div class=bottomborder2></div><</timed>><<timed 3s t8n>><div class=bottomborder1></div><</timed>><</nobr>><<timed 4s t8n>><div class=titleborder1><img src="images\title\title1.png" alt="Suni" class="fill"></div>
<</timed>><<timed 6s t8n>><div class=titleborder2><img src="images\title\title2.jpg" alt="Suni" class="fill"></div>
<</timed>><<timed 7s t8n>><div class=titleborder3><img src="images\title\title3.png" alt="Suni" class="fill"></div>
<</timed>><<timed 8s t8n>><div class=bottomborder1></div><</timed>><<timed 11s t8n>><div class=bottomborder2></div><</timed>><<timed 9s t8n>><div class=bottomborder3></div><</timed>><<timed 10s t8n>><div class=bottomborder4></div><</timed>><<timed 11s t8n>><div class=bottomborder5></div><</timed>><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder2></div><div class=bottomborder1></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\titlesimp.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2>❦</div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class=boy>Welcome Traveler,</div>
<div class=girl>This interactive fiction story contains transgendered and erotic themes.</div>
<div class=boy>This fiction experience has been lovingly crafted for ADULTS only.</div>
If you are not 18 years of age (or the respective age of adulthood in your area), or if sexual or transgendered themes are offensive to you, please EXIT this program NOW.
By clicking the "I Agree" link below you are agreeing to the following.
1) You are at least 18 years of age, and that you understand the laws of your locality regarding sexual media.
2) You acknowledge that any interaction with this content is your sole risk and not the publisher of this content.
3) You are voluntarily interacting with this content for your own entertainment. If at any point you are offended by the erotic or sensual nature of this content you will immediately exit.
<div class=choice>[[↿ I Agree ↾->worldsetup]]</div>
<div class=choice>[[⥙ I Disagree ⥕->title]]</div></div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=symboltext1> ⤜ CONTACT CREATOR ⤛ </div>" >><div class=symboltext1> ⤜ CONTACT CREATOR ⤛ </div><div class="adborder"><div class=man>Final mention, Cybersex Singularity is currently in Alpha development. I am a solo-developer, so this world is likely to be rife with issues until late Beta.
If you encounter any bugs, copy errors, or oddities, I would be extremely grateful if you brought them to my attention. Inquiries and suggestions are also welcome.</div>
<div class=adai>Feel free to email me - </div> <a href="mailto:breesingularity@gmail.com?subject=CS-S%20Feedback">Breesingularity@gmail.com</a>
<div class=adai>Contact me via - </div>[[Patreon->https://www.patreon.com/breesingularity]]</div><</linkreplace>><div class=bottomborder1></div><div class=bottomborder2></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=tborder><div class=ai><<timed .1s>>loading<</timed>><<timed .2s>>.<</timed>><<timed .3s>>.<</timed>><<timed .4s>>.<</timed>>
<<timed .6s t8n>>...<</timed>><<timed .7s t8n>>retinal-ui_windowname=⑉⑈:⑉⑆⑇;
<</timed>>
<<timed .8s t8n>>reversing_be.holder_lens;
<</timed>><<timed 1s t8n>>...shuffle.reversed;
<</timed>>
<<timed 1.5s t8n>>filling{∇O-IDs};
<</timed>><<timed 1.8s t8n>>...evaluate.filled;
<</timed>>
<<timed 2s t8n>>generating_cognitive_skew;
<</timed>><<timed 2.2s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 2.3s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 2.5s t8n>>...<</timed>><<timed 2.7s>>......<</timed>>
<<timed 3s t8n>>...output.generated;
<</timed>>
<<timed 3.7s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 3.8s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4.2s>>......<</timed>><<timed 4.1s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4.4s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4.5s t8n>>.<</timed>>
<<timed 4.8s t8n>> run;<</timed>></div></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><<timed 5s>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\unknown.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=symboltext1><<fadein 4s>> ≼ D A R K N E S S ≽ <</fadein>></div><<timed 2s t8n>><div class="pborder">The vibration and screeching from the monorail cease. You're hit by a blaring silence. Complete darkness envelops you. You notice a subtle "sweet" clean taste of ozone, your brain has been hijacked, you're projecting into some cyberspace via the nanites in your brain.
Realizing the strap you were holding onto is gone you step back a few steps to catch your balance. In a single moment, you're greatest fears have been actualized, this fits right in line with nanite/clip viruses what the media warned you about. People always report being "transported" to another place, having incredible experiences, being programmed by them.<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">This is a hallucination. I'm still on the monorail... doing God knows what. Just let it play out, you're getting help soon...</div></div>
<div class=boy>"HEY, WHAT IS..."</div>Your voice is extremely loud in the utter silence. You reach out, trying to judge the space around you, but no reference point is provided. You feel your hands and feet go powerfully numb as you realize your sinking in space and you can't see your body. Reflexively you hear a sound buzz near your ear and you reach up to touch your head. You notice hair, long hair, which is extremely unlike your normal hair.
You panic and pull and grab at it measuring its length.<div class=girl>"Anyone!?"</div>You belt out in the high and soft register of a woman, your hands shoot for your throat, it feels off, perhaps even delicate, and you're bereft of an adam's apple. Unsure of what to do you reach down trying to feel the ground. There is nothing beneath you, yet you aren't falling.
<div class=girl>"Don't be afraid, I'm here."</div>Someone else says in soft tones, you immediately notice the presence of a woman standing near you in the darkness. You can hear her quiet breathing. You step towards her and say,<div class=girl>"oh, thanks?<div class=boy> *cough* God-erm. *cough*</div>Who are you?"</div>
<div class=girl>"It doesn't matter who I am yet, just come a little closer..."</div><div class="picright"><img src="images\events\kiss1.jpg"></div>She says quietly, you feel gentle hands grasp your arms. Immediately you feel better to have a reference, an A point, and a B point in space. Her arms slide up to your shoulders and she pulls you close. Her cool soft lips plant themselves directly on yours. At that moment you notice how much thicker your own lips feel. She strokes your face and you feel it become smooth and delicate under her touch, the sensations threaten to make you swoon.
You gather your steel and break away from the kiss, saying,
<div class=girl>"Wha, what the hell is going on, are you doing this?"</div>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I've got to get out of here! But this woman feels so right...</div></div></div><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Hint: To close Clip-UI click outside the window or the top-right ( X ).</div></div><</timed>><</timed>><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\slatecity.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class=patch>Excellent choice, but perhaps not the one I would have chosen. Though, I have a feeling it could have gone much worse for you. Anyway.</div>He puts his card away, straightens his jacket, looks forward, and stares past your left ear. You awkwardly look behind you, of course, there's nothing there. He starts with cold formality,<div class=patch>"name and card, please."</div>
<div class=boy>"Sure, I'm on the list, the name is..."
≕<<textbox "$name" "Hiro">>≔</div>You hold up your company card without looking at it.
<div class="patch">Okay. I'm happy to say you're a fit for tonight's event... Now, Please look over the disclaimer and consent forms for the festivities. When you're ready, sign it, sync it."</div>He holds out his right hand and above his hand you see the forums hovering in space. <div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\contract1.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div>You grasp with your right hand, the one with the Clip implant, awkwardly fingering at the ethereal images. They stick to your hand.
You scroll through the pages. You see a fairly standard consent form. Until, your eyes begin to glaze over, after the first page you acknowledge a few interesting phrases...
<div class=pborder><div class=ai>SEXUAL CONSENT FORM
I. THE PARTIES. This Sexual Consent Form (“Consent Agreement”) is made on __/__/____
Proposer: House12 Party (“Proposer”)
&
Consenter: $name (“Consenter”)
WHEREAS, the Proposer and the Consenter are sexually attracted to each other and would like to manifest that sexual attraction through participation in one or more sexual acts;
II. TIME. Therefore, the Consenter and the Proposer make their bodies available to others for the aforesaid purpose from Date of Signing for a 12 hour period. During which period they consent to participate in the following activities.
III. ACTIVITIES. (tap all that apply)
Receiving / Giving
❍ / ❍ Full body touching (external only)
❍ / ❍ Kissing ❍ with ❍ without the insertion of tongue into mouth
❍ / ❍ Digital penetration (receiving in ⌥⌤⌥ (specify orifice(s)))
❍ / ❍ Digital penetration (giving in ⌥⌤⌥ specify orifice(s)))
❍ / ❍ Oral sex
❍ / ❍ Anal sex ❍ males only or ❍ females (with toys)
❍ / ❍ Restraint, using the following devices ⌥⌤⌥ (specify)
❍ / ❍ Use of following devices in or on the body ⌥⌤⌥ (specify)
...
❍ / ❍ Breast Expansion ❍ others only or ❍ self
❍ / ❍ Male to Female augmented reality transformations
❍ / ❍ Feminization ❍ permanent or ❍ temporary
❍ / ❍ Mental Changes ❍ group or ❍ solo
❍ / ❍ Possession by cyber-rider
...
❍ / ❍ Sex with transgender guest(s)
❍ / ❍ Female/Female sex
❍ / ❍ Male/Shemale sex
❍ / ❍ Female/AI sex
...
❍ / ❍ Submission of ❍ others or ❍ self with the R.Lease Programs: ⌥⌤⌥ (specify)
❍ / ❍ Domination of ❍ others or ❍ self with the Dyn.Mism Programs: ⌥⌤⌥ (specify)</div></div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Sign and Sync ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''It looks fine.''->Introb]]</div>Embark upon a grand and strange adventure.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⥙ Nope ⥕</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Nope, nope, nope.''->title]]</div><div class=adai>Warning: Clicking this option will end your adventure.</div><</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Haven't I already signed one a disclaimer-consent thingy today?</div></div><</timed>></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=tborder><div class=ai><<timed .1s>>loading<</timed>><<timed .2s>>.<</timed>><<timed .3s>>.<</timed>><<timed .4s>>.<</timed>>
<<timed .6s t8n>>...<</timed>><<timed .7s t8n>>retinal-ui_windowname=⑉⑈:⑉⑆⑇;
<</timed>>
<<timed .8s t8n>>reversing_be.holder_lens;
<</timed>><<timed 1s t8n>>...shuffle.reversed;
<</timed>>
<<timed 1.5s t8n>>filling{∇O-IDs};
<</timed>><<timed 1.8s t8n>>...evaluate.filled;
<</timed>>
<<timed 2s t8n>>generating_cognitive_skew;
<</timed>><<timed 2.2s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 2.3s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 2.5s t8n>>...<</timed>><<timed 2.7s>>......<</timed>>
<<timed 3s t8n>>...output.generated;
<</timed>>
<<timed 3.7s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 3.8s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4.2s>>......<</timed>><<timed 4.1s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4.4s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4.5s t8n>>.<</timed>>
<<timed 4.8s t8n>> you;<</timed>></div></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><<timed 5s>><<nobr>>
<<if $job is 1>>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\mind1.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $job is 2>>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\mind2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $job is 3>>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\mind3.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $job is 4>>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\mind4.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><div class=symboltext1><<fadein 4s>>≼ D I S C O V E R ≽<</fadein>></div><<timed 2s>><div class="pborder">Attempting to reassert your dominance you grab her arms as well. You instantaneously feel larger and a prickling of your old beard. Your questions are met with silence, her hands move from your shoulders to your neck. She grips your neck, and then loosens as her hands roam down to your chest. She unbuttons your shirt.
<div class="picleft"><img src="images\events\breast1.jpg"></div>She squeezes and you feel an instantaneous blossoming of pleasure from your breasts. The dull pleasure space floods out your thoughts and the unprecedented heft of your breasts stands as a punctuation mark in that space. Grapefruit size you estimate.
Suddenly, you snap out of it, you clear your throat with serious force and attempt to speak in your real voice.<div class=boy>"Get off!"</div> You go to shove her off of you. But as you lean back mustering momentum, she sticks to you. Your breasts feel as if they're being stroked by two wide wet fleshy brushes. You stumble backward, falling.
You keep falling. The pleasure radiating from your nipples and surrounding curves pushes you down, you're falling faster. You try to scream but your face is covered as her body merges with yours. Faster you fall.
Your penis is plunged deep into a moist throat that seems to flow around it, deepening. The flowing rushes against your penis causing it's pleasure to intensify and soften, or perhaps shrink. You feel something slick and supple probe inside your tip. The orgasmic potential of your groin is expanded exponentially, the pulsating your bodies seems to fill the space. In a revelation you realize, between your legs, you've grown your own miniature valley lush and green with a river and forest of nerve-endings. Your lips feel prickly and your body goes numb, you lightly touch IT down there. Your dick is gone. You’re horrified, you float twisting in a prickly numb panic.
<div class="picright"><img src="images\events\pussy1.jpg"></div>An intense sweat and mist are left as her body fully merges with yours. You reach down and feel the smallest of panties cradling a pair of lips soft with gooey promise. You feel almost as if your body is separating from you, but something pulls you back in. Numbness and distance replaced by thick streams of heat. Your new groin boils over and a pink grid of light begins to take form in your vision.
Like a blaring siren instead of cumming your sensation flows into an image searing your mind, you see a face, yet something is odd about it. It's your face, only, it's female. Her enormous face shudders in delight as she cums.
<div class="girl">[[⋗ ''Finally!''->Pg3]]</div>You both scream the words in unison. You feel a powerful orgasmic catharsis thrum through your body.
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class=girl>Oh. God. Yes! Oh, hey, check your ≎ INDEX ≎ I've recorded this, so you won't think it was a dream...</div></div></div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Holy shit, this feels sooo GooOood... damn, this virus is kinky as fuck...</div></div></div><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Hint: To close Clip-UI click outside the window or the top-right ( X ).</div></div><</timed>><</timed>><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><<nobr>><<if !tags().includes("menu")>><div class=bottomborder1></div><div class=bottomborder2></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><</if>><</nobr>><<nobr>><<if !tags().includes("menu")>>
<div id="bottombar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext">
<div class=ai><<button " ⇱ ">><<script>>Engine.backward();<</script>><</button>>
<<button " ⇲ ">><<script>>Engine.forward();<</script>><</button>>
<<button " ₪ ">><<script>>UI.saves()<</script>><</button>>
|
<<button " ≎ INDEX ≎ ">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("≎ INDEX ≎", "index");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("INDEX").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button " ⊑ CLIPPER ⊒ ">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("⊑ CLIPS ⊒", "contacts");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("clipper").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button " ⎚ IMPRESSION ⎚ ">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("⎚ IMPRESSION ⎚", "impression");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("impression").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div></div></div><</if>><</nobr>><div class=clipborder><img src="images\clip\INDEX\INDEXtitle.jpg" alt="Suni" class="contain"></div><div class=cliptextborder><p style="text-align: center;"><div class=patch>-- Recent --</div>
<div class=ai><<button "<div class=girl> CITY UPDATE - PSA </div>">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup(" ⌎ <sup><sub><sup> ⊑ C - U I ⊒ </sup></sup></sup> ⌏ UPDATE - PSA ⌎ <sup><sub><sup> ⊑ C - U I ⊒ </sup></sub></sup> ⌏ ", "CLIP-UI");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("start").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div><div class=ai><<button "<div class=girl>ERR > -❦ Hai! $name ❦- </div>">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Character Sheet", "charsheet");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<<button "<div class=girl> ERR > ≏ U4Change Ad ≏ </div>">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Character Sheet", "charsheet");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button "<div class=patch> ERR > ≏ Currator's Clip Tutorial ≏ </div>">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Character Sheet", "charsheet");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<div class=patch>-- Older Than <span class="glitchy" data-text="99">30</span> Days --</div><<button "<div class=ai> ERR > ≏ Slatecity Memories 2.1 ≏ </div>">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Character Sheet", "charsheet");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button "<div class=boy>ERR > ≏ P4RTYBYZ Groupstory ≏ </div>">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Character Sheet", "charsheet");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button "<div class=ai>ERR > ≏ Oaks High Circle ≏</div>">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Character Sheet", "charsheet");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button "<div class=boy> ERR > ≏ My INDEX-So Far ≏ </div>">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Character Sheet", "charsheet");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button "<div class=ai> ERR > ≏ Mom & Dad ≏ </div>">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Character Sheet", "charsheet");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<Div class=patch>-- Expired --
<div class=ai>(<span class="glitchy" data-text="Execute Viyaan f">Contact Archive f</span>or Renewal)</div></div>
</p>tutorial conversation<div class=clipborder><img src="images\clip\clipper\clippertitle.jpg" alt="Suni" class="contain"></div><div class=cliptextborder><p style="text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: center;"><<button "<div class=boy>ERR > ⊶ ME / $name ⊷</div>">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("⊶ My Clipper ⊷", "my clipper");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<div class=patch>-- <span class="glitchy" data-text="Rape">Rece</span>nt --</div>
<<button "<div class=girl>⊶ Althea Novi ⊷</div>">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Althea Novi", "Althea Novi");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Althea Novi").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<div class=patch>-- Older Than 30 Days --</div>
<<button "<div class=girl>ERR > ⊶ Rhea Personen ⊷</div>">><<script>>Dialog.setup("The Rheanator", "the rheanator");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<div class=ai><<button "<div class=tech>ERR > ⊶ Ruby Osterlin ⊷</div>">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup(":ERROR:", "ERROR");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button "ERR > ⊶ Thala Himbo ⊷">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("ERROR", "ERROR");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button "ERR > ⊶ Anonyi ⊷">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("ERROR", "ERROR");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button "ERR > ⊶ Anoner ⊷">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("ERROR", "ERROR");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button "ERR > ⊶ Anonsan ⊷">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("ERROR", "ERROR");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("error").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
</p>sexy ad XX
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\nettenhq.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=pborder>Spoilers be damned you've never been led astray by one of these tailored ads. It's a bit frightening how well they know you. You tap on the three dots floating to your left. As a window appears in your vision and a young man pops up.<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\T Theo - Thea\t1.jpg"></div>
He smiles at you and says in a sensuous tone, <div class="boy">"Do you mind if I proceed? I'm obligated to tell you that this ad has been flagged as potentially sensitive.</div>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Hmm, I've never had a sensitive ad before. But I've heard stories of sensitive ads that know things that even the target doesn't know about themselves... It could be enlightening?</div></div><<timed 3s>><div class=pborder>A countdown appears in the corner of the ad, indicating that you can escape in a few seconds.
"Why the hell am I being targeted by a sensitive ad?"</div>
"Hmmm, maybe I've been missing something?"</div></div><</timed>><<timed 6s>><div class="adborder"><div class="adai"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\T Theo - Thea\t2.jpg"></div>$name I'm so glad you decided to accept my invitation! My name is Jenni, I'm with U4Change.
So, I wanted to say congratulations on your recent promotion at NET-TEN, they're an incredible brand.
I'm an account manager for up and coming professionals, like you $name. What kind of accounts? Well, U4Change is in the business of satisfaction.
My customers are typically looking to increase their capacity for pleasure. With record rates of severe depression or acute ennui, we take a unique approach.</div></div><div class="adborder"><div class="adai"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\T Theo - Thea\t3.jpg"></div>This means no chemical pills, patches, or implants. Just genetic and lifestyle tailoring. You've been identified as a perfect candidate for our Self-Reinvention Program with Gender+.
After running a genetic simulation, we'd like to offer you a sneak peek into your happier more satisfying future.
You may have noticed my appearance changing. Well, it's because 6 months ago I was named Theo. I was a young man. But, I'm happy to say, I'm not a man anymore. Even on a genetic level, I'm 100% XX now, honey.</div></div><div class="adborder"><div class="adai"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\p1.jpg"></div>But, enough about me. Let's talk about you. Today you look like this. I'm sorry to say it, but you're only a little above average as a guy. You may have felt pretty average for a long time.
It's time to stand up and say, "No more! I'm not average, I'm not going to look average." You're not average $name, you're one of a kind!</div><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\p1a.jpg"></div><div class="adai">As soon as we noticed your potential and perhaps a fun unconscious indicator. We ran the simulations and realized that in 6 short months, you could look like this...
You could be a solid 10/10. Baby, you're gorgeous, desirable, and unforgettable. Who wouldn't want to wake up like this every morning? </div></div><div class="adborder"><div class="adai"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\T Theo - Thea\t4.jpg"></div>Now, if that's not enough to pique your interest. We provide a complete service including deep feminization conditioning, makeup/heels/accessorizing training, and of course, updating all legal documents with new gender and name. Additional services include professional meditation for both family and corporate spheres.
We're prepared to provide all of the support you could need. With us, you will become beloved and accepted by all from your past and your future. This is our guarantee.</div><div class="adai"><div class="adborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\T Theo - Thea\t5.jpg"></div>We've uploaded our location to your clip, don't wait for your life to start! I've been assigned to you already, so as soon as you take the first step I'll be there to hold your hand during the whole thing.
If you play your cards right, I might even take your new body for a test drive. Oh, and don't forget to request Thea! I'm waiting for you, $name...
Schedule an appointment or come to the U4Change offices between 5am and 11pm, seven days a week!</div></div><div class=pborder><div class="boy">
"Whoa, that was disorienting... Maybe I should give them a call."</div></div><</timed>></div>vSexy dream
<<set $tutorial to true>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\slatecity.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class=patch>"Before you go in, HOUSEClub has one last thing for you. It's a special gift to all of the party-goers tonight."</div>He holds up his right hand and pushes the palm of his hand with his index finger, reminding you of some occultist hand-sign. The Clip implant on his right hand displays a menu a hair breadth above his palm.<div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\clipeseries.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div> <div class=patch>"Tonight, you'll be testing the newest update of the official E-Series 9.0 Clip update. YES, that's right a free upgrade to the E-Series. As I'm sure you know HOUSEClub is the Viyaan family social R&D lab. It is always the first testing ground for these updates.</div><div class=boy>"Whoa! That's crazy, the E Series?!"</div><div class=patch>"Believe it,"</div>he grins as he holds out his right hand, you sync with him, feeling the luxury and status flow into your hand implant.
<div class=patch>"Ok, that should be it. I always try to make this quick so you can go on in and start having a good time."</div>
<<linkreplace "Let me know if you'd like a detailed tutorial on all of the bells and whistles" t8n>>He holds his hand up and says, <div class=patch>"This here, ⇱, is the new back function.
<<button " ⇱ Back ⇱ ">><<script>>Engine.backward();<</script>><</button>>
It's an incredible function linked up to the NET-TEN Intelligence Simulations, essentially, it Let's you go back after simulating the outcome of an event... Then you get to make a choice to see what would happen if you acted differently. Yeah, crazy stuff, it's powered by the clip and links up with your neural implant, so you can experience what kind of life you'd have if you make different choices throughout the day."</div>
<div class=patch>"Ok, I know, that's a lot to wrap your head around. Only the experts really understand the technology if I'm being completely honest.
<<button " ⇲ Forward ⇲ ">><<script>>Engine.forward();<</script>><</button>>
This next one, ⇲, is like a re-do function.
So, what I gather, this feature will commit your actions done in a simulation in real life. Wow, I'm getting a headache, trying to explain this... like, it will guide you down the path that you made before starting the simulation.
Now, I've heard that it doesn't work if you end up getting killed in a simulation. Somehow it damages your Clip’s Neura… Matrix… Uh... Ok, to be honest, I don't know what it does, just don't die."</div>
<<button " ₪ Save ₪ ">><<script>>UI.saves()<</script>><</button>><div class=patch>"This one is absolutely incredible, it looks like this, ₪, is basically a save-memory-checkpoint-thingy.
So, you can commit experiences in save points? This is... uh... Look, I'm an Artiste, I don't get all the IT stuff.
I gather people with potential and ram them together in the erotic forge of the parties I design. Bodies, sweat, charisma, confidence, release, sex, tension, and finally explosion-fireworks! This techy stuff is beyond me, but what I will say about this is, before you do something stupid, or log out of life, save your game, you know?"</div>
<<button " ≎ INDEX ≎ ">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("≎ RECENT INDEX ≎", "INDEX");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("INDEX").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>><div class=patch>"Ok, this one is easy, it's your own little ≎ INDEX ≎ app. The intelligence in your clip analysis your life and stores important events. You don't need to do anything except reminisce in past experiences, lovers, and victories."</div>
<<button " ⊑ CLIPPER ⊒ ">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("⊑ RECENT CLIPS ⊒", "contacts");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("clipper").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>><div class=patch>"Ok this one, we all know ⊑ CLIPPER ⊒ it's not actually changed much in the E Series. Same old Clipper, people talking, posting, messaging, and socializing."</div>
<<button " ⎚ IMPRESSION ⎚ ">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("⎚ IMPRESSION ⎚", "impression");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("impression").processText());
Dialog.open();
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<</button>><div class=patch>"This is my favorite feature. The Impression, ⎚, is a compilation of you. It gathers your appearance and preferences into one place, so you can know you!</div><</linkreplace>>
<div class=patch>Ok, I'm going to fit the standard tutorial info in your INDEX, so just in case you get a bit inebriated tonight you'll be able to review it. Oh, and again, don't worry the E-Series will sync up with your INDEX right away, unless you've got a virus or something preventing connection to the main servers...
Oh, and be sure to leave a 5-Star review of my introduction to this fantastic world here at HOUSEClub. And of course, be honest, the Clip knows if you're lying."</div>He holds up a rating bar above his right hand. Nodding at you to leave a 5-Star review.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ 5/5 ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''MIND = BLOWN! Thank you!''->Intro1]]</div>You give him 5 Stars on his curation, so far he's done amazing work with the location and general vibe. He smiles from ear to ear, mouthing the words "thank you" as he waves you inside.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ 4/5 ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''You've done a great job, and I'm looking forward to this experience.''->Intro1]]</div>You give him 4 Stars on his curation, nothing groundbreaking, but cool nonetheless. He gives you a professional nod and steps back for you to walk inside.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ 3/5 ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Sure, man.'->Intro1]]</div>He has sort of beefed it. I don't really get what that tutorial bit was about, you're not stupid, you know all about the E-Series... He looks down a bit confused, he steps back and gestures for you to enter.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ 2/5 ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''It wasn't great, to be honest...''->Intro1]]</div>This location is awful, the view of Slatecity isn't bad, but it took you forty minutes to get here, then you had to listen to this idiot talk your ear off. He nods, face going red, he waves you inside.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ 1/5 ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''You Suck! I'm done with this shit.''->Intro1]]</div>You came here to fuck and get fucked, all of this foreplay is a waste of your goddamn time. His facial expression doesn't change as he accepts your rating, you notice a bit of water welling up around the corners of his eyes.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Go Hardcore ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Get out of my way!''|intro4][$run to true]]</div>You push him aside, his stupid hat falls to the ground. He falls backward bouncing on the grass, clearly stunned. He quickly turns to check his pants. You hear an audible gasp and see in his eyes a slight glint of green grass stains. He Let's you pass before you enter HOUSEClub you feel the presence of a demonic aura behind you.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">I've finally made it. Now, it's time to mingle with the elite.</div></div><</timed>></div>Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.<<if !tags().includes("menu")>>\<div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder2></div><div class=bottomborder1></div><</if>>\Double-click this passage to edit it.<div class=ai><span class="glitchy" data-text="help me:">Warning:</span>
Your Clip appears to be malfunctioning, you may experience limited functionality.
<span class="glitchy" data-text="Please proceed to your nearest repair center.">Please proceed to your nearest repair center.</span></div><div class=clipborder><img src="images\clip\impression\impressiontitle.jpg" alt="Suni" class="contain"></div><div class=cliptextborder><div class=ai><span class="glitchy" data-text="help me:">Warning:</span>
Your Clip appears to be malfunctioning, you may experience limited functionality.
<span class="glitchy" data-text="Please proceed to your nearest repair center.">Please proceed to your nearest repair center.</span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><div class=ai><<button "-- Private Message from Althea Novi --">>
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<</button>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\clip\clipper\althea novi\an_now1.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class="adborder"><<linkreplace " <div class=ai>-- Althea Novi is OFFLINE --</div> " t8n>><div class=girl>Hey all, welcome to my Clipper. I'm Althea, catch me when I'm online and I'll get you back.</div><</linkreplace>></div><div class="bborder"><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- 1-Q ID --</div>" t8n>><img src="images\clip\clipper\althea novi\an_past3.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"><</linkreplace>></div><div class="bborder"><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- 2-Q ID --</div>" t8n>><img src="images\clip\clipper\althea novi\an_past2.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"><</linkreplace>></div><div class="bborder"><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- 3-Q ID --</div>" t8n>><img src="images\clip\clipper\althea novi\an_past1.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"><</linkreplace>></div></p><div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\dead\dead2.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Fuck! I'm dead. This is not happening. I will not die, no! You bastards!
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Let go ⇂</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ ''Fuck. I should have known it would have ended up like this.''->dead2]]
You let go of your last chance to hold onto this life, you're pissed, but whatever.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Fight It ⇂</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ ''NOOOO!''->dead2]]
You know that it is already too late, your last chance has already passed and you rage against death's enormous gravity.<</linkreplace>></div></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\dead\dead3.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I'm being shaped, pushed, pulled, broken, divided, and multiplied. I know you're there, who is there?
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Strike a Deal ↾</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ ''Maybe I can be better, let me live, let me go back! I'll be better.''->dead3]]
You're heard, but you know it's too late for bargaining.<</linkreplace>></div></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\dead\dead4.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I'm in a room, it's full of others. But I'm alone. I am dead. I guess...
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Give Up ↾</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ ''What's the point.''->dead4]]
They're all watching me, but I'm so small, why?<</linkreplace>></div></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\dead\dead5.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">By now, I realize everything is okay. Not only ok, but good, besides I'm home and right where I should be.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Accept ↾</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ ''What else is there?''->dead5]]
I look forward to meeting others and seeing more of this place.<</linkreplace>></div></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\dead\dead6.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Life pulse in your body. You're fully formed, but can't open your eyes or move properly yet. Two vague paths appear before you, one going up into more, much more, that's the red path. The other path, the blue one, goes down into the darkness until it tapers off into dull nothingness.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Take the Red Path ↾</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ ''Let's see how deep the rabbit hole goes.''->pf]]
You let go of your last chance to hold onto this life, you're pissed, but whatever.
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Take the Blue Path ⇂</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ ''I've had enough of this world. Perhaps another time...''->patreon]]
You let go of your last chance to hold onto this life, you're pissed, but whatever.<</linkreplace>></div></div>
<<script>>
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("autojournalpf1").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\prefabtruck.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ PATH II: SUBVRT ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Automated truck transporting prefabs. You wake up and notice something different about your body.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Run ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="mid">[[⋗ ''I'm no Bioslave. I... I know I've got to get out.''->endofcontent1]]</div>You grope around in the dark, crawling over inactive prefabs. There's a bump in the road and a quick right turn throws you against the wall...
<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Wait ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="mid">[[⋗ ''I'll be careful and wait for someone.''->endofcontent1]]</div>You feel a slight warmth from the prefab bodies next to you.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">They better not be hiding anything in the fine print, that's how They get you. At least, that's what They say.</div></div><</timed>></div> <div class="bborder"><img src="images\patreon\leveluptitle.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=symboltext1> ≼ S U P P O R T ≽ </div><div class="pborder"><div class="picright"><img src="images\events\lastclip.jpg"></div>You feel the cool metal of your Clip implant in the palm of your "hand" and it lights up in your grasp.
At the moment, the Clip speaks of a short life, but on instinct, you know future cycles will hold incredible and sexy secrets...
It whispers promises from the past...
experiences you can't believe you've already forgotten...
lovers you once held dear...
and the memory of a body you once called your own.
<<nobr>><div class=lastclipborder><p style="text-align: center;">
<div class=ai><<button " ⇱ ">><<script>>Engine.backward();<</script>><</button>>
<<button " ⇲ ">><<script>>Engine.forward();<</script>><</button>>
<<button " ₪ ">><<script>>UI.saves()<</script>><</button>>
<<button " ≎ INDEX ≎ ">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("≎ INDEX ≎", "INDEX");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("INDEX").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button " ⊑ CLIPPER ⊒ ">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("⊑ CLIPS ⊒", "contacts");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("clipper").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button " ⎚ ">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("⎚ IMPRESSION ⎚", "impression");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("impression").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>></div></p><</nobr>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Restart ↾</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ ''More sexy! Damnit, more!''->title]]
You cry out in the face of the void gilded with its everlasting utopias and flecked with promising hellscapes.
Every inch be damned, not now, eternity can wait; Your battle cry for "more sexy" rings true, the universe heaves and starts to spin on its axis again, time to restart.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class="girl">It looks like the ride is over, see you around lover...</div></div><</timed>></div>
<div class=adborder><<nobr>><div class="symboltext1"><<set _text to [" : ❦ THANK YOU ❦ : ", "For Playing...", " C Y B E R S E X : ❦ : S I N G U L A R I T Y ", "Click Below to Get More...", "...and Help It Grow!"], _i to 0>>
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<div class=symboltext1> ⤜ S P E C I A L ∴ M E N T I O N S ⤛ </div><div class="pborder"><p style="text-align: center;"><div class=adai>Special Thanks to my Patreon Supporters:</div>
Without you, this project would not be possible.
Cybersex Singularity is a passion project I do mostly for my own enjoyment; I enjoy every aspect of creating this, from the graphics to the writing. I can't wait to keep banging out more updates and sharing them with all of you.
I've got big plans for this, not just more writing and graphics, but turning up the gamification, transformations, and the visceral experience to 110%. That being said designing this game mercilessly devours hours of my life. So, please be patient, I do have a day job.
As of Alpha 0.1.1, my 3 patrons have really helped me see a reality where I can turn this into more than a passion project. As Cybersex Singularity grows, I expect to see it become a real-world, i.e., financial, career possibilities for me.
Thank you so much for helping me start my creative career.
<div class=adai>Thanks for Development Support & Sample Code:
</div><div class="adai"><<button "⋗ HiEv ⋖">><<script>>window.open('https://qjzhvmqlzvoo5lqnrvuhmg-on.drv.tw/UInv/Sample_Code.html#Main%20Menu')<</script>><</button>></div>
<div class=adai>Thanks for Testing & Feedback:</div><div class="adai"><<button "≎ Tfgamessite Community ≎">><<script>>window.open('http://tfgamessite.com/')<</script>><</button>></div></p></div><div class=bottomborder1></div><div class=bottomborder2></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div>Double-click this passage to edit it.<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\monorail.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>XX
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">You're in a tank. It slowly fills with a pink fluid.<div class=boy>"HEEEY! Let me out!</div> You hear a mechanical whirring sound. Liquid continues filling the tank, you feel the lukewarm current moving strongly over your abdomen.<div class=ai>"Welcome to the CTC genetic purging process, you are the unfortunate victim of a viral attack, the damage has been deemed as irreversible in your current state. Yet, there is a solution. You will be disassembled and have your damaged Y-chromosome removed. Then your viable X-chromosome will be copied and patterned for maximum viability after a prefab model."</div>
A video appears on the tank wall showing a visual of the process.
After the genetic purging process is complete follow the red path. FOLLOW THE RED PATH. Remember, THE RED PATH."</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Die ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ *blub-blub-blub*->dead]]</div>Seconds of an extreme pain rips your poor body to shreds. <</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">The damn CTC created half of these viruses, and a fair few monstrosities, free or not, I better find out what I’m getting into here.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\monorail.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">
<div class=girl>"You didn't cum, yet. That's not going to fly. I think it's your turn to scream."</div>You laugh at Bree's forwardness.<div class=boy>"Ok baby, let's get to work then."</div>You go to grab her, but you feel her hands grab your left side and flip you onto your stomach. Before you're able to turn back around she pulls you up by your hips and your ass is up in the air. You're about to protest as you feel a slippery warm touch move across your anus.
<div class=boy>Hey! Oh! UhmmMmmmm...</div>
Her hands slide up from your butt as she grabs your hips. Her tongue pushes above your hole and slowly slides down making an extra effort on your sphincter. You reflexively squeeze your hole and you feel her hands on your hips get hot. The heat enters your body and her tongue relents. You feel a pressure coming from inside of both sides of your hips, an expanding, almost opening, sensation takes place. Like a bolt of lightning, her tongue returns to your taint. The pressure between your hips is an orgasmic storm that threatens to take over your whole body.
Her tongue visits the molten surface as it pushes back into your hole. You melt, trying to have more pleasure you reach back to your butt and hold your cheeks, now the core of pleasure rages uninhibited.
<div class=girl>"My sweet $name, I can't wait to be inside of you...</div>
You buck your hips into her, you have no choice, it's this or die. Instead of her embrace, you're met by a slick force, you're surprised as you push it against your ring. It responds with incredible warmth, pushing past your last defense, you open...
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<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">The damn CTC created half of these viruses, and a fair few monstrosities, free or not, I better find out what I’m getting into here.</div></div><</timed>></div>
You awaken to the sun warming your feet. You’re in the middle of a cloud of white cotton sheets. Eyes snapping open you jolt up looking around. The smell of coffee hits your nostrils, yet there’s something off about it, it’s a bit more earthy, a bit more chaotic, no, not chaotic, natural. You jolt up, not only has it been years since you’ve smelled non-synthetic coffee, you have no idea how you got here. Or, where here is for that matter.
You’re in an empty loft. The first thing you notice is the bare wall covered in a painting of a woman’s face.
BREES STORY
Like Creta Kano. Father tried to kill, but she was saved by Doc Swan. Lost all sensation in blackness in an AI. She was stolen and served as an AI prostitute for a while. She felt nothing. But As she regained her awareness, she was damaged by a customer and then felt incredible pleasure and found orgasmic through human interfacing gave her incredible abilities or incredible pleasure being able to spend an hour in a single second. Orgasm doesn't become weaker as it becomes familiar as time is spent there. It grows it develops it becomes more. She seeks to create an orgasmic paradise. <div class=cliptextborder><<linkreplace " <div class=ai>-- Do you remember me? --</div> " t8n>><div class=ai>Do you remember me? -- 2051:Q1</div>
<div class=girl>Hey, $name!
I just wanted to reconnect. Everyone calls me Althea now. I'm really bad at writing these messages, so bear with me. You used to know me as Alan, Alan Novi. We were neighbors for 6 years in San Noct, you left when you were 14.
I had a limp back then. I often remember when you used to walk home with me. Even when it took almost an hour, you never complained or left me behind. I just wanted to say, I've never forgotten that. Oh, and I've still got your old Gametoy Advanced you left at my house.
I hope you've been having a good time in Slatecity. Like... a really good time.
I just wanted to say that I've had a great time making this little world exist. Like the writing, the graphics, the coding, and the bug fixes, and all, by my lonesome. It's been a work of love and, if I'm being honest, a work of gin and coffee. Not in the same cup, of course... I'm not a monster.
I've enjoyed this sort of content for years, and the fact that this interest is shared with many others brings me pride. Not only am I not alone, but it also seems the world is full of erotic people, especially those interested in the erotic transformation.
I have found quiet confidence in this kink; Indeed, it's a complex and, wonderfully, a human way to celebrate our sexuality and gender. Anyway, preachy nonsense aside, I'd like to ask for your help. I dream of becoming a full-time creator of the sort of content I love.
So, I'm asking for contributions, even one drop on the leaves of this little sapling will help it grow. I plan for this to become a forest; an archive, an epic series, and a life's work.
I desire to make personal experiences, so I'm looking for people who are interested in being written into the story. Yes, this is possible for you. The way to achieving this form of immortality is to go to my Patreon and request it. It's easy, just sign up with the 3rd tier.
Even if that doesn't interest you, come give me a wave.
Warmly,
Althea Novi</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⥘ I'll Support You ⥔</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ ''You're just great, hold on, I'm coming Althea!''->https://www.patreon.com/breesingularity]]
*Warning: This is a link to my Patreon, Althea is my personal avatar in this game, I'll send you important messages through her.*<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\room1a.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Finding a small alcove with a set of clothes nicely folded you jump when you look down at your body and see countless penny-sized scars peppered across your torso, legs, and arms.
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\B Bree\bree.jpg"/></div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class=girl>$name...</div></div></div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class=girl>$name.</div></div></div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class=girl>Hey, $name!</div></div></div>You start to feel goosebumps, you flip around, looking behind you, half expecting to see someone coming at you. It's just the other side of the room. You realize someone is calling your name, but not with sound, with thought, or at least in your head. You freeze and wait for the "thought-voice" to arrive in your head again.
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class=girl>It's me, Bree, I'm still with you, we did it. You and me.</div></div></div><div class=boy>"B-Bree, you... what are you talking about?"</div>You say, as you feel the weight of your situation reassert itself. Atlas doesn't rest.
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class=girl>I got Viyaan. That bastard, he's dead, well, mostly. Oh, yeah, this is probably weird for you, and I did say I'd answer your questions. Get dressed and come find me, I'm at Penthouse 9, we're doing hearings there.</div></div></div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Head Out ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Ok, not a cell this time, I can work with this.''->room1intro2]]</div>You whisper to yourself taking in the small room being slowly illuminated.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class=girl>I'll show you how to rest, Atlas... Give me a chance.</div></div><</timed>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\room1b.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Upon realizing you've got a place to stay for the day a suppressed weight is lifted momentarily. It's not bad either, the room is super sleek and it's more spacious than any apartment you've ever live in. This could be good? Tension returns when you remember you've got the nanites of a "virus-person-AI?" running through your body and filling your head.
<div class=boy>Sure... No problem. You used me like a puppet, got me shot 50 times, and, fuck! Those dreams! UGH! You violated my... a-ho-le... in my sleep! What do you have to say for yourself?</div>You're met with silence.
You are hit with a wave of hunger, so you look for the Soylent tube, but after a minute of searching you slap your forehead realizing this is the CTC, they must have real food, food that's cooked, and chewed, not mixed and drank. You feel a sense excitement well up in your chest, steak, curry, and piping hot pizza. You must find the cafeteria.
You go into the bathroom, pour cold water from the faucet, wash your hands, wash your face. Looking into your eyes you notice something different. You look well-rested, better than you have in as long as you can remember. You stroke your hand along your cheek, you find that your skin is soft and appears more youthful.
<div class="picleft"><img src="images\events\bodyhair1.jpg"></div>You go to look for a shaving kit, but you instantly notice your obvious lack of facial hair. <div class=boy>"Wha the... hell?"</div> Someone must have shaven you in your sleep, but it's really smooth. It's almost as if there's no hair, no, you rationalize that that's impossible.
You take a lukewarm shower, washing away all drowsiness. It feels like years since you've felt the relaxing pulse of a hot shower, you almost want to sit down. Reaching down to cup your balls you almost slip when it hits you, all of your body hair is missing. Quickly leaving the shower, you shout, <div class=boy>"WHAT THE FUCK!?"</div>
Your hands roam over your soft hairless body. Your touch your wet torso, the last time you remember being this soft and thin was probably before you were 15. You get lost in thought as your hands fall to your sides. You feel something is off about how your arms rest at your sides. Perhaps they're shorter. You don't quite notice yet, but it's actually because your hips are beginning the process of widening.
You throw on your generic Soyafiber shirt and pants, pull on a pair of white running shoes, and bust out of the door.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Head Out ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Goddamnit!''->ctc]]</div>Like a badger out of hell you enter the dim-lit hallway, it's quiet except for the persistent sound of flowing water.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">ANSWERS!</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\endofcontent1.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class=girl>Honey, you've reached the end of the road ((end of the content ;P))... For now. Don't worry, it won't be long before we meet again.</div></div></div>
You take another step and then meet the air. You're life flashes before your eyes. You know you're going to die, you just didn't think it would have been so soon. It's almost like God decided he'd just stop writing here.
Nothingness. Someone set a trap for you, you're falling into a black pit. The lights of the world around you seem to disappear and so goes it's laws and physics. You fall, like a stone. Trying to hold onto something you reach out, like a flailing pussy-cat. Nothing is there for you. You hug yourself. It's useless, you've always needed others, but then it's not...
It's helping. A lot, actually. You start to feel better as you seem to slow down. Your hands rove your body as the wind slows and you start to feel warm. An image of a wanton floating alone in a bowl of warm ever-expanding soup comes to mind, it's exactly how you feel.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Hang Out ↾</div>" t8n>>
<div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Pretty empty out here, isn't it? Hello... hello... hello?''->endofcontent2]]</div><</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">As far as being dead goes, this isn't too bad, oh, wait, what's that?</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\endofcontent2.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">It's not long before you notice your grip loosening and your very skin thinning out. You start to leak out of yourself. A single beam of dazzling pink and orange light exits your neck. Soon, sparkles and light flow out of that hole, force builds in your groin. You can't be getting turned on by this. What even is this? But, soon without an up or a down, this legion of butterflies ballooning in your lower pelvis is the only thing that is real.
A sparkling seems to be taking place above your skin, and like little lights below your skin. Your body could hold back any longer. You burst, skin devoured in a flash of pink, yellow, and cyan light. Bone and muscles taking only moments longer to disintegrate. Your flesh is gone. For a second everything is still. Then it remains still, but you start to move, outward, expanding, larger than ever.
Natural beauty made physical. You are the embodiment of everything you ever desired. Now, you remember, this was always you.
Off in the distance, you see a familiar face, much larger, much more complex, and at the same time more complete, unbroken. It's Bree. She's like you, and you're like her: Cosmically beautiful and more real than you ever thought possible.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Engage ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="girl">
[[⋗ ''Hai, you're cute...''->endofcontent3]]</div><</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I think to myself, what a wonderful world...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\endofcontent3.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">She bows in gratitude. You touch her. She opens to you. You penetrate her. And she immediately penetrates you with something like a spine-tingling kiss...
<div class=boy>"Sex is weird without a body..."</div>
<div class=girl>"So, weird. But I like weird."</div>She says as she tries to playfully eat you. She does, and then from inside of her form, she fucks you. First, you feel your front resist her advances, but as she starts to assault you in the back, you relent your front to her.
After what seems like days of this, she digests you. You become her for a moment, you are her, her curves, and complex energies flow within and around you. Then you separate. It's your turn. She laughs and starts to flee you.
You pounce upon her back and thrust into her. She cries out in glorious delight. You thrust and pump and push so much into her that she starts to break. She does. She breaks into two upon your penetration. She, both, clings to you lovingly and you lick one and try the splitting-trick on the lower one of her.
After some time experiencing this you remember your life. Almost as if it were a dream, it's problems, vaguely entertaining dream problems. It's people, paper-thin dream people. It's pleasures... Those still seem interesting. You look back and see a small piece of metal floating in all that space.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Grip It ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="girl">[[It's your old Clip implant, with your old memories and the people you used to know...->patreon]]</div><</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">So, there's still hentai in the afterlife... cool.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\patreon\leveluptitle.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=symboltext1> ≼ L I F E ≽ </div><div class="pborder"><div class="picright"><img src="images\events\lastclip.jpg"></div>You feel the cool metal of your Clip implant in the palm of your "hand" and it lights up in your grasp.
It whispers promises from the past...
experiences you can't believe you've already forgotten...
lovers you once held dear...
and the memory of a body you once called your own.
<<nobr>><div class=lastclipborder><p style="text-align: center;">
<div class=ai><<button " ⇱ ">><<script>>Engine.backward();<</script>><</button>>
<<button " ⇲ ">><<script>>Engine.forward();<</script>><</button>>
<<button " ₪ ">><<script>>UI.saves()<</script>><</button>>
<<button " ≎ INDEX ≎ ">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("≎ INDEX ≎", "INDEX");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("INDEX").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button " ⊑ CLIPPER ⊒ ">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("⊑ CLIPS ⊒", "contacts");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("clipper").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
<<button " ⎚ ">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("⎚ IMPRESSION ⎚", "impression");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("impression").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>></div></p><</nobr>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts"><div class="girl">It looks like the ride is over, see you around lover...</div></div><</timed>></div><<nobr>><div class="symboltext1"><<set _text to [" : ❦ THANK YOU ❦ : ", "For Playing...", " C Y B E R S E X : ❦ : S I N G U L A R I T Y ", "Click Below to Get More...", "and Help It Grow!"], _i to 0>>
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<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ DEVELOPMENT NOTES ⤛ </div>
<div class="bborder">Currently there are two paths in development.
XX - create two images that can be placed here like two panels [ ] [ ] of text that can be placed one over the other, this can also be used in marketing material. see kickstarter pages for ideas.
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\patreon\embrace.jpg"" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext1> ⤜ BRANCH 1 ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">leads to cooperation with Bree from within the CTC Archology with incursions into Slatecity.
The p
<div class="cardpic"><img src="images\patreon\subvrt.jpg"/></div>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ BRANCH 2 ⤛ </div>
The player's body is destroyed by events in the CTC, this results in your body being replaced with an Androgynous prefab body. Gradually it adapts to its surroundings becoming fully female.
</p>
<<linkreplace "Excluding a drunken snoring leopard." t8n>>Excluding a drunken snoring leopard, no, a teen head to toe in a gaudy leopard print suit leaning on his brick wall of a bodyguard.<</linkreplace>>
spoilers
The primary path
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Restart ↾</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ ''More sexy! Damnit, more!''->title]]<</linkreplace>></div><div class=bottomborder1></div><div class=bottomborder2></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\prefablab.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class=boy>You're still aware. But, you don't know where anything is, like you're feet, your face, your skin. There's nothing left. But, you're still you. Though it's “a you", if you were comprised of soup, you think you're in a cylinder. There's someone else here, hundreds of thousands of metallic cells. She seems to be communicating with parts of you.
You think she says, </div><div class=girl>"it's going to be okay."</div><div class=boy>Though, without language, it's hard to tell. Then another one comes, an injection of nanites into the fluid of you, but this one is less of an entity, more of a program. It's all happening inside of you. There's a pulse, then in seconds, you lose contact with the kind one.
You're truly alone, only these nefarious machines are with you. It starts to touch you, then changes you. Below part of you is removed, piece by piece, cell by cell. It's like having half of your organs removed painlessly, but you feel that are losing something integral.</div>
<div class=ai>Somehow you realize your Y-Chromosome is being removed from you. The process continues from the bottom upward. You can't move away, you're soup. It continues moving up to the middle, removing and collecting that part of you. Soon, it's complete. You're no longer whole, you're still you, but aware of being incomplete.
The nanites leave you. You stay like this, incomplete, for some time. Then suddenly it returns again at the bottom. This time it's carrying something inside of it. And like before it touches you. Cell by cell, piece by piece, it returns the missing organs into you. But, their components are the same, but fresh, shiny, newborn. They're changed, even still they merge perfectly with your cells, you're aware that they're X-Chromosomes. </div>
<div class=girl>This cellular reunion is making you female. It travels up and you can't help but celebrate the feeling of being made whole again. You notice alongside the XX fusion, female hormones are flooding into you as your male hormones are being vacuumed away.
Your cells adjust effortlessly to this new song, harmonizing with each other in delight at this transformation. As the nanites rise to the top of you they complete their work of cellular feminization. You're complete again, nothing missing, nothing lost, yet changed/feminine forever.</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Fade ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="girl">[[⋗ ''Thank you...''->dead]]</div>Resting in the soup of hormones and custom-tailored feel-good chemicals. This thought echos out from you. A primal graditude and sense of oneness arises as your awareness fades.<</linkreplace>></div>Current:
1. Add names to portraits and redesign
- Audience with Bree
2. Add User interface to pages.
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|O#| - Focus on making text area that plays to the senses.
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|O#| - Choice options with portrait
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Current Complete:
- Fix long build-up
a. Give players a way to skip tutorial
b. Shrink long passages.
- Add a Save button to the opening page
- Make passage link/player choices clearer in the text
- Add a border between forward, back, and save buttons in UI
- Add Zoom on pics
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Archive:
Future:
- Add evening storytelling with Bree's alters.
a. about her past experiences by showing.
b. scene intimate crossed legs on bed, having a drink, a smoke, or some iconic form of R&R.<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\unknown.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ D R E A M + A L E R T ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">
ALEA, your AI Assistant, speaks into the void in a new voice, clearly not her usual voice,<div class=ai>"Welcome to TEN-NET Simulation Solutions.
<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\A Alea\alea.jpg"></div>WARNING: This is not a patented simulation.
You have been brought to a semi-conscious state using Dream + Alert utilizing haptic technology within your Clip implant. To turn off this setting wake up and navigate to the Dream Alert option within your Clip settings menu.<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts"><div class="nanites">++init.search-Dream+Alert-subconsc:ideal-representation++</div></div></div>At this point, you may turn off this feature and return to an aimless sleep by pressing the back button on your Clip implant. However, to travel your subconscious or return to your waking state please take the... hotdog."</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Take the HOTDOG to Go FORWARD ↾</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ HOTDOG ->skip2]]
A beautiful tube of processed meat shimmers into space before you. It appears to be a simple hotdog, yet you know it's much more. It whispers secrets of the future. By touching it you open the doorway to skipping content.
<</linkreplace>>
<div class=ai>"At the moment this place is a bit underwhelming, but as we continue to build your dream world, it will grow.
To wake up, simply press back on your clip implant and you'll return to where you were. Happy traveling!"</div>
<<timed 15s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts"><div class="nanites">++init.search-Dream+Alert-subconsc:ERROR-ERROR++</div></div></div><</timed>><<timed 20s t8n>>
<div class=ai>"WARNING: An Error has been dectected. Dream+Alert ecosystem deteriorating, please exit this state before permanent damage occurs. "</div>
A pomegranate pops into space, it shimmers like a brilliant red garnet and seems to hold the promise of something exquisite, but equally so it feels incomplete.
<</timed>>
<<timed 22s t8n>><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⥙ Take the POMEGRANATE Beyond ⥕</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ POMEGRANATE|pomegranate][$pomegranate to true]]
As you reach for it you feel like you've made a breakthrough. At the same time, the sense that you've made a horrible mistake wells up in your periphery.
<</linkreplace>><</timed>><<script>>
Dialog.setup(" ⌎ <sup><sub><sup> ⊑ C - U I ⊒ </sup></sup></sup> ⌏ CITY UPDATE - PSA ⌎ <sup><sub><sup> ⊑ C - U I ⊒ </sup></sub></sup> ⌏ ", "CLIP-UI");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("start").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\firstmonorail.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ I N T R O ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">
You stand on the monorail as part of the rush-hour crowd, there are no free straps to hold on to, but the physical press of other hot bodies holds you in place. You're wrapped by the odd comfort of close physical contact with strangers and raw animal panic.
The urge to flee the enormous crowd writhes within, you have no place in the transit as nameless biomass--part of some superorganism. You repeat a mantra to keep your calm.<div class=tborder><p style="text-align: center;"><<linkreplace " <sup>━<<fadein 5s>> ━━ ━━━<<fadein 10s>>━━━━━<<fadein 5s>>━━━━━〣<sub><sup><sup> T H I N K </sup></sup></sub>〣━━━━━<</fadein>>━━━━━<</fadein>>━━━ ━━ <</fadein>>━</sup> ">><div class="thoughts"><<fadein 2s>>This is the monorail. It's safe. These are just other people. They're all in harmony just like me. I'll get off soon. This is the monorail. It's safe...<</fadein>></div><</linkreplace>></p></div>As an answer to your prayers the monorail intercom chimes and blares in a too-loud generic female voice, <div class=girl>"It's 19:51, 21.02.2051. We've arrived at Bundominum station. Make room for arriving and exiting passengers. All in harmony for Slatecity.
Klockan är 19:51, 21.02.2051. Du har kommit till Bundominum station. Ge plats för ankommande och avgående passagerare. Allt i harmoni för skifferstaden.
19：51, 21.02.2051です. 外灘オミナム駅に到着しまし..."</div>You push your way through the monorail car's unrelenting crowd. Like pea you pop out from an angry metallic pod, you stumble for a moment and take a breath. Breathe, you're out of the people-pod. Oddly, you notice the distinct after-sensation of being groped on your left butt cheek. You spin around glaring back at the people standing in the monorail car.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Glare ↾</div>" t8n>><div class=chborder><div class="portrait-player"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\hold.jpg"></div><div class="boy">[[ ⋗ ''Hey! Which one of you...''->worldsetup1]]</div>You squint your eyes giving the commuters your coldest glare. The crowd of people on the monorail platform ignores you as you gear up to make a scene.</div><</linkreplace>><div class=tborder><p style="text-align: center;"><<linkreplace " <sup>━<<fadein 5s>> ━━ ━━━<<fadein 5s>>━━━━━<<fadein 10s>>━━━━━〣<sub><sup><sup> T H I N K </sup></sup></sub>〣━━━━━<</fadein>>━━━━━<</fadein>>━━━ ━━ <</fadein>>━</sup> ">><div class="thoughts"><<fadein 2s>>God damn gropers, it's just like that article on Clipper about a gang of monorail gropers. They subtly violated damn near 1,000 people in an evening.<</fadein>></div><</linkreplace>></p></div></div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=symboltext1> ⤜ SKIP CONTENT ⤛ </div>">><div class=symboltext1> ⤜ SKIP CONTENT ⤛ </div><div class="pborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\A Alea\alea.jpg"></div><div class=adai>Hint: Repeat players ONLY, skip to chapter here.</div>
You stand in the monorail station and everything starts to feel familiar, almost too familiar. An inverted wave of déjà vu flows through you and demands your attention. Something is off, you wonder if this is happening for the first time.
You look to your right hand, and a second later, you notice an unexpected and gentle tapping sensation coming from your Clip implant, it's got the tune of your morning Wake-Up app, but it's not morning.
Alea, the AI-Assistant for your cybernetic implant, i.e., your Clip, appears in a digital window above your right hand. She smiles up at you waiting for your invitation for her to proceed with her message...
<<linkreplace "- TAP THE WINDOW -" t8n>>In a sultry voice she states,<div class=adai>WARNING: You may skip past this experience here. Skipping may cause you to miss certain experiences added in updates, and replaying may lead to monotony. Proceed wisely. </div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Skip Tutorial ↾</div>" t8n>><div class=chborder><div class="boy">[[⋗ SKIP TUTORIAL->intro4]]</div>CHOOSE YOUR NAME ≕<<textbox "$name" "Hiro">>≔
</div><</linkreplace>><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Skip to Story Branch ↾</div>" t8n>><div class=chborder><div class="boy">[[⋗ CHOOSE YOUR PATH->skip1]]</div><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctchall2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Immediately you notice something is different about the CTC. You remember the halls being green. Now, they're pink. Two beautiful and expressionless people are walking down the hall towards you. You hold up your hand to them saying, <div class=boy>"Hey, would you two mind telling me where Penthouse 9 is?"</div>
<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\B Blue\blue1.jpg"/></div>They don't respond right away, and you notice they're holding hands, this strikes you as pretty unprofessional for a government-sponsored company. They stop in front of you, still tightly holding hands. One has brown hair and the other has blue hair, the blue one looks female, but, the other appears to be leaning towards androgynous.
Strangely, your visual UI scans both of them as somewhere in between genders, it appears with a "⚥". Even more unusual, something is seriously glitched with their Social Ranking, it appears as "⑈". Equally disturbing their Employment badges are ";⑇⑈"., which is nothing. At this moment, you feel a prickling sensation on the back of your neck, as you realize you missed something big in your long sleep. The newly pink CTC, the vacant(?) prefabs, the "AI?-virus+" living in your head, and your changing body, it all suggests something seriously bad.
<div class="picright"><img src="images\events\blueshand.jpg"></div>The one with brown hair doesn't look at you, the other looks at you and says,
<div class=tech>"$name, you are in... luck. The Directrix has sent us to escort... you. I am 612-Unnamed, call me Blue. This is 919-Unnamed, call her 919. We have been assigned to your care. Please follow."</div>Blue pulls 919 closer for a moment and directs her to turn around. For a split second, you think you see a hint of delight in 919's eyes when she's pulled towards Blue. Turning without waiting for your response they take a few steps away from you before stopping, Blue looks back and waits for you. <div class=tech>"Would you like to hold my hand?"</div>
<div class=boy>"N-no, thank you?"</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Follow ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Ok, let's go, Blue.''->ctc1]]</div>You follow them down a hallway in silence, in your head trying to make out what you're looking at. You notice tattoos on the left side of their necks. They're prefabs, blank prefabs, without an entrained mind or remote rider.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I didn't know they could even function without an implanted-Id or a remote-Id.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctchall2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Your party of three approaches a large column with an elevator. You pass by at least 12 prefabs, all in twos, beautiful and holding hands, each displaying varying degrees of emotionless. One with a tattoo that said 121-Sophie watched you as you passed by, she smiled warmly before her and her partner walked off. The elevator said -F 21-, then -F 20-, next -F 19-...<div class=boy>"Blue. What the hell is going on here? Where are all of the... normal people?"</div>
The brunette prefab looks at you. She starts to speak, 919's voice comes out in a deeper register,
<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\919\919 1.jpg"/></div><div class=boy>"N-normal p-p..."</div>She looks at Blue with an anxious expression. Blue pats her hand for a moment.
<div class=tech>"I've been permitted complete transparency with you, I will tell you everything I-I know."
</div> She jerks her head to the side like she's been struck with a sudden inspiration, she smiles saying <div class=tech>"Everything I... I know. The CTC has been shut down for two weeks. The 4,212 remaining people in the archology are undergoing processing. After 26 hours of open warfare, Slatecity agreed to a ceasefire. Currently, the territory known as Slatecity and the New CTC has come to a standstill in negotiations. Tomorrow, we will commence the third round of negotiations."</div>
You almost don't hear anything she says. You stand there in utter disbelief. You start to speak, and then frown, unable to fully grasp the magnitude of the situation, but fully aware that you've been swept up in something far beyond you.
<div class=boy>"Ok... Uh... How did the... Um, what do you mean negotiations, what even does the "New CTC" have to offer, why isn't it a crater in the ground right now?"</div>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\B Blue\blue1.jpg"/></div>Blue turns to you, she gives you a serene smile and says, <div class=tech>"because the Directrix is the singularity. The thinking machine; the exponential-AI; the God in the shell. If she wishes it, she can provide Slatecity with the cure for Dust-Blight and cold fusion in an afternoon. Furthermore, she has infiltrated the Clip network and has control over 10% of Slatecities functions and subroutines, and her control grows each day.
Here's a thought, if knowledge is power then the Directrix is infinite knowledge."</div> The elevator dings, -F 1-, she wraps her arm around 919's waist and holds her arm out gesturing you to enter the long and narrow elevator.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Enter ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''How could all of this happened in just a few weeks?''->ctc2]]</div>You all enter. The brunette, 919, presses -30- on the pad on the wall of the elevator. The doors close, a depressurizing squeal emits from the elevator, and the small box shoots upwards.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Is this because of what... I did?</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\elevator.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\B Blue\blue1.jpg"/></div><div class=tech>"How could this have all happened in a few weeks? It's simple. The Directrix moves fast."</div>Her dry emotionless voice hangs in the air, you don't know what to say to this. You get an aerial view of the CTC main area. You're first struck by the architecture, the waterfall, the trees; and second you're struck by the uncanny roving pairs of prefabs. You pull back from the glass and notice 919 looking at you, you give her a little wave, and get no response. You glance at Blue, and say,<div class=boy>"She doesn't talk much, huh?"</div>
<div class=tech>"No... But, she will. It took me a week to learn to speak. She's only been with me, with us, for a few days."</div>
<div class=boy>"So, you're like... Uh, and sorry if this is offensive, like robots?"</div>
<div class=tech>"No... We're prefabricated life, and biological like you. We were provided many upgrades, just like you, Bree's enhanced nanites and Clip implant augmentations. All before being awoken, so we are born connected to each other, and the larger network, which includes the Directrix too. She's teaching us."</div>
<div class=boy>"T-teaching you?"</div>She throws her head back and laughs for a few seconds before returning to her expressionless face.
<div class=tech>"Teaching us to be human. Maybe you don't know this, but she was... human. Maybe, now she's more human than ever. She tells us..."</div>She clears her throat, her eyes go blank and you see a faint pink rim around her blue irises. She says in a familiar delicate voice, Bree's voice, <div class=girl>"being human is good, a single body holds more treasure than the network and cyberspace combined, pleasure is the doorway to your humanity."</div>
<div class=boy>"What the fu..."</div>You say under your breath and nod turning back to look out the glass. The elevator raises into a wall in the roof and you can no longer see the CTC below. At that moment an ad appears in the dark space.
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<</nobr>></div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Oh, God, U4Change again?</div></div>
The elevator dings and an ominous light shows -F 30- in neon pink. You step out, and hear from behind you, <div class=tech>"Go straight. The entrance will be in the alcove at the end of the bending hall. The others will be waiting in the viewing hall, wait with them until your name is called."</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Continue ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Ok, just go straight?''->ctc3]]</div>You step out, leaving them behind. Looking back you seem Blue looking intimately into 919's unblinking eyes, whispering something, as the elevator doors close.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">God, they smell good, I'd like to... Ugh, what is wrong with me, they're empty prefabs.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\ctchall2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Walking down the hall you get a look outside, for the first time in a long time, you feel as if you've been given a rare glimpse into a place that has been long lost to you. You're surprised that you don't miss it, in your chest, the place where the longing to return "home" should be, instead you feel comfortable right where you are.
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">This is wrong, I shouldn't feel this way. This is dangerous, seriously dangerous, and all I can muster is relaxed repose? What about panic, animalistic, and needy... I don't take any pride in this, but I sort of thrive in panic... Who am I becoming?</div></div>
As the hallway curves, you instantly notice something strange outside. The streets are abandoned, the only activity you can see is some sort of recovery team milling about around the burnt husk of a building. You stop walking, and Blue's words hit you again.
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">... "After 26 hours of open warfare, Slatecity agreed to a ceasefire."</div></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\ctcwindow.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div>You immediately feel vertigo, you try to look closer at the building, but it's hard to make out. You notice other buildings have burn marks, you look up towards the sky and you can see a slight shimmer of the domes active electromagnetic wave-shield.
Down the street, you notice a man running the opposite direction of the dome. He's wearing no shoes and appears to have a buzzcut, his clothes are generic soyfiber. A prefab follows closely behind him carrying a bag.
You can't help but think of a pair of ants as you watch. He turns around, yells at the prefab, putting his hands on his head, yelling some more, and pointing back at the dome, the androgynous figure doesn't seem to understand and stands frozen 10 feet from him. He walks up to it and yanks the bag out of its hands. He says something and makes a stabbing gesture and starts to run again.
The man runs down the street, and you notice a barrier of sorts, some 100 feet in front of the man. The prefab follows him. The man falls hard.
The prefab catches up to him and tries to help him to his feet, he kicks at them. He goes to straighten up and a second later drops to his knees covering his head. At that second you see the pink-haired prefab fall backward. Crouching the man run towards the barrier, you see the unmoving prefab's white clothes suffuse with red as a scarlet halo spreads behind the body.
It's then that you notice the others, probably all prefabs, all tiny from this height, laying next to pools of red or red rivers. You feel oddly sympathetic. Prefabs are just empty bodies, but after meeting Blue, you remember her saying something about becoming human. It's then that you step back from the window and continue down the hall.
<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\E Elwyn-79\e1.jpg"/></div>You see a door, and there is a pretty brown-haired woman in a white outfit. She smiles with her eyes saying, <div class=girl>"Hello $name, we've been excited for your arrival. I'm Elwyn, please wait with the others inside, the Directrix will see you shortly.</div>You notice the name Elwyn-79 tattooed on her neck. <div class=girl>"Hey, can I just say it's a pleasure to meet you, I've heard a lot about you, I-I want to..."</div>She reaches out towards your hand.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Grasp Her Hand ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Hi Elwyn, nice to meet...'->ctc4]]</div>She grasps your hand with both hands, and grips it tight. She turns your hand over and runs her manicured pink nails up your upturned hand exploring your forearm. A pure and broad smile colors her face as she looks at you. She jolts and giggles stepping back, red-faced she silently gestures for you to walk inside.
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<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Push Past Her ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''No, no, thank you.''->ctc4]]</div>You hold up your hand waving her off. You walk into the room. <</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I've got to figure out what's going on.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\waitingroom.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">You enter a dark room, it's full of people, people like you, humans, all looking through a window down into a theatre. On the walls, prefabs all wearing the same white clothes stand 6 feet apart. Walking forward into the room you notice a delicate scent of raspberries mixed with human sweat.
You step towards the viewing window and see an Asian man standing face to face with a woman glowing pink. You recognize this man. It's the technician from the night you arrived, you remember him introducing himself aH Haru. He seems upset.
<div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\H Haru - Hana\h2.png"/></div>You think you look at his face as he talks and you think you see tears in his eyes. Your visual UI locks onto his face, there's something visually different about him. He looks younger, perhaps brighter, than when you met him before in the Aviary.
He turns away from the woman, bows his head, and rubs his eyes. Then he turns around, you see tears in his eyes, he's frowning, and then he laughs nodding his head, he opens his arms. The pink woman walks towards him and gives him a hug, he hugs back. She emits light, you think you see something flowing from her flesh into his.
They step away from each other. She puts her left hand on his shoulder and says something to him, her face sympathetic. He nods and she steps back as he walks towards the exit.
<div class=tech>"$name, the Directrix will see you now, please proceed to processing."</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Proceed ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Ok, let's do this.'->ctc5]]</div>The others look at you, you see resentment in a fair few of their faces, many of these men and women look quite tired.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Is that Bree?</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\waitingroom.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">You step over the threshold of the door leading down to the viewing room. You feel like you're walking to your own execution. After almost 30 years of life is this it? Another sensation starts to surface within you, you're finally alive, you're finally doing something of consequence, it's all been leading up to this point.
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I've been surviving, subsisting, for all of these years, is this my chance to finally make my mark; is this my chance to finally make a difference?</div></div>
At the bottom of the stairs, your hand meets the cool surface of the door handle. You hesitate for a moment.
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Is this the point of no return? What if I turn back, what if I run and never look back?</div></div>
You shake away the cowardly thought. No, you will go forward into the light, you will see what awaits you, and you'll do just fine, maybe more than you've ever dreamed possible.
You push the door, the pink light breaks into the hall. You see the Directrix, Bree, standing in the other room with a wry smile on her face.
<div class=girl>"It's good to finally meet you face to face, $name."</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Greet Bree ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Uh, hello...''->ctc6]]</div>Your voice feels small. As you enter the room you feel an intimate solitude with Bree, her presence is palpable, almost spiritual. You glance at the window above, but the dark faces above seem to fade into the glass surface like some unremarkable mosaic.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Holy fuck, she is here, directly with me; not divided; just here, with me and for me. The weight of her presence is surreal... this is weird.</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\theater.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\B Bree\bree.jpg"/></div><div class=girl>"$name, I know you have questions, a lot of questions. So, I've made myself available to you. Oh, and whatever you just saw between me and Haru is between me and Haru, I don't feel it's right to speak about. This whole transition is hard for everyone, so be patient, and feel free to speak with him about it later. Anyway, this is your time."</div>
The weight of the words "this is your time" weighs heavy in the air. You look at her face, glowing, she's like a hologram, but unlike the holo-ads playing around the city at night, she feels real. There's something underneath her skin that's real and writhing. You stare at her for a while, a question bubbles to the surface,
<div class=boy>"Bree. I-Is all of this my fault?"</div>
<div class=girl>"$name, no, don't blame yourself... But, yes, I chose you. I tried 20 - 30 times before, all failed. You are my hero... You are the one. You freed me."</div>
<div class=boy>"Freed you?"</div>
<div class=girl>"I was a slave. I was forced to have sex with men and women, 6 months of hell... It's hard for me to talk about, I-I..."</div>She looks down, her muscles relax, and her face shifts, almost as if she is becoming a different person. She looks at you and takes on an odd expression, her aura goes from pink to red.
<div class=girl>"6 months of infernal delight, pain, pleasure, and beyond... I was twisted, bent, and broken. Oh, God, I can feel it now. Soooo, goOod."</div>She stares into your eyes and her eyebrows seem to be waging an alien and internal war, she lightens and returns to pink. She breathes and smiles serenely, <div class=girl>"$name, I'm a survivor, you helped me, and now I'm going to save everyone. Slatecity is sick, the world is sick, we've forgotten our humanity and I'm going to fix it."</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Continue ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''What do you mean, fix it?''->ctc7]]</div>She holds her hands up and a light appears to leave her fingertips.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">... and beyond? What the fuck happened to her?</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\theater.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class=girl>"Haven't you noticed? People are obsessed with the irrelevant minutiae of the city. They've forgotten so much. They stand AGAINST this or stand FOR that. But they forget that the power of change is in creation... Creation of something new. Something never done before. That's what I am, I am new and I bring the chaos that'll feed this world."</div>You stare at her, she's insane; CHAOS; CREATION; these are the ramblings of a mad-woman. You turn away, maybe you can open the door you came through, maybe you can leave this alien "trail".
You walk away, you try the door to the stairway. It's locked.<div class=girl>"I can fix it $name, but not without you."</div>You turn around and look at her, she’s looking at you tears in her eyes arms open towards you. You instinctually turn around unable to resist her sudden vulnerability.<div class=girl>"Look, $name after we finish talking, it's ok if you want to leave me, leave here... But, I really do need you. We've run every simulation imaginable, and quite a few unimaginable, without you it doesn't work... It all goes back into predictable darkness. Do you want to know what happens? What happens without me? Without us..."</div>Tears stream from her eyes. She looks at your feet and holds her hands out almost as if lightly embracing an invisible person. She stands still in this awkward pose.<div class=boy>"Sure, ugh. Tell me what happens.</div>
<div class=girl>"It dies. The Earth, this body, we call our home, it all dies, carb-corps dominate, cremating the world's forests and jungles, the chaos of nature is ended, forever.
SYKOsoma and Touch Inc. subsume free-will, everyone finds their place and are hopelessly happy; they're soon rendered permanently interfertile and stagnant. NET-TEN devours countless lives in its simulations, generations are born and die in their shadow-worlds, feeding a mad-machine's search for divinity... Worst of all, if they succeed, your future--humanity's future, is put on steel rails.
That means, no choice, no free will, no chaotic-beautiful life. Without me and you, it'll stay on these tracks to hell. I've seen it, believe me, it's shit all the way down.
The only way off this track is in these fragile bodies."</div>Her eyes are streaming tears, this is insane, none of this can be true. But, in your heart you sense her words rings true, the power within these forces is global and all-consuming, you know this, everyone knows this to some degree.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Continue ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''I don't know what to say...''->ctc8]]</div>Her hands meet her eyes, she rubs them, and she looks at you.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">It's true, the CTC, SYKOsoma, Touch Inc., NET-TEN, they'll devour us in their search for power...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\theater.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Her words leaves an intense ring in the silence. You stare at her, Her words sort of make sense and make more sense each passing second. You're about to open your mouth to ask a question and she starts, <div class=girl>"which is why I'm going to propose the offer of a lifetime to you. Help me save the world from these leviathans. Join me...
Oh, wow, wait, that's a shift in the outcome... I've been too forward with you.
Offer rescinded. Hmm, yeah, everything I've said up to this point, forget it."</div>She turns away from you stepping off the stage towards a seat in the audience. You watch the pink glow beneath her skin shift in flowing veins of red in some areas, and blue or green in others. As she sits down it returns to its uniform pink.
<div class=girl>"How about this, stay here until you recover and let me prove to you what I'm saying is true. If you'd like to find out more just come and ask. Besides, your old apartment is still under lockdown because of... well, me and the whole incident... Sorry, $name, please let me make it up to you."</div> You notice her eyes have a clever and newly sexual gleam to them. She's extremely manipulative, but she's also overt about it, it's obvious enough to lull you into a false sense of understanding, you make a mental note to being on guard.
Remembering what she did to your body you blurt,<div class=boy>"I guess I can see where you're going with all of this... But why the hell did you change my body? Where the fuck did my body hair go?"</div>
<div class=girl>"I want to tell you. It's important that I tell you... But, I don't think you're ready. I should show you... Can I show you?"</div>
<div class=boy>"Ok, Bree, I'm going to be honest with you, this all sounds insane to me... Yet, the world is insane isn't it? And something about the "leviathans" sounds true. I know that these companies control a lot, ok, they control everything and things haven't gotten better. And that people like me don't stand a chance to make a difference. Anyway, how do you plan to show me?"</div>
She takes off her shoes. She takes a step towards you. She's shorter than you. She beckons you with a beautiful hand. As you approach, she removes her blouse taking steps towards you. You see the swell of her breasts and the curve of her waist.<div class=girl>"$name it's not hard, we just need to do what's right."</div>She steps out of her skirt, her panties seem to glow, her soft hands reach behind her back as she unfastens her bra.<div class=girl>"We must find true human nature, find our humanity together, I'll show you the rest.</div>Her bra falls to the ground, her breasts look brand new and they point youthfully toward the ceiling, free from constraint. She puts her hands on her waist, and they both, glide up her soft glowing pink skin towards her breasts. She cups the base of her breasts, you see them shake as she hefts them. <div class="picright"><img src="images\events\breebreast.jpg"></div><div class=girl>"I've found this body. I've found my true form, this body, these breasts are a symbol of my love for all, my love for you...</div>She holds out her hand for you to come closer and take it in your hand. Her other hand holds the soft flesh of her right breast. The nipple is erect as she calls you to her, <div class=girl>"Please, $name, remind me why I'm here, remind me of the treasure that is humanity."</div>The large erect nipple of her right breast calls you, it calls your mouth. She holds it looking at you and looking back at her own bounty.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Suck ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''MmmMmm...''->endofcontent1]]</div>You put your lips against her nipple, then you press your face against the soft warm flesh and latch on, suckling. You look into her half-open eyes and then to her open mouth, she breaths out a high-pitched sigh. Her breast tastes like nothing, then you notice a sweet liquid budding from the tip. It flows into your mouth, ambrosia, it's golden honey flowing into your mouth.<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Talk ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''No, I don't think I will. I said, answers.''->endofcontent1]]</div>You fold your arms raising an eyebrow to the half-nude woman. She breaks eye contact with you, covers her breasts. She subtly clears her throat and says,<div class=girl>"I understand... I'll find another way to show you then.</div>
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<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">There's something about her smell, or maybe it's her aura, my body is activating in ways I forgot possible. It's getting hard to see straight. It's getting hard...</div></div><</timed>></div>Double-click this passage to edit it.<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\unknown.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ SOCIAL ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder"><div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\B Bouncer\b1.jpg"></div>You stand in the void of Dream+Alert-space. A man materializes before you. He straightens his clothes, paying extra attention to his hat. Next, he flourishes with his hand, <div class="patch">"Hello. I'm Phinx, Personality Curator for this space. If you please, answer three questions to my satisfaction and I will permit you to continue. First, will this be okay?"</div>
<div class=boy>"Uhh, that's fine. Go ahead."</div>
<div class=patch>"Second, what is your name?"</div>≕<<textbox "$name" "Hiro">>≔
<div class=patch>"Third, the most vital question... Prepare yourself for an Authentic Personality Curation."</div>He whips his left hand up in front of your face, you pull a surprised face, and the sound of a photo being taken punches the quiet space. The curator then scrolls through a digital list appearing on his Clip implant screen. He sighs, reaching into his jacket pocket. He quickly sorts through three cards and chooses one grinning to himself.
<div class=patch>The question is as follows:
Drop me and I'll surely crack, but give me a smile and I'll only crack a smile. What could I be?"</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Friendly ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Hmm... I suppose it could be... A mirror?!''|skip3][$social to 3]]</div>You try your best to answer this unprompted riddle from this random dream figment. You're chill and nothing if not accomodating.
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<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Anti-Social ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''I will not participate in this... No! Go on, get!''|skip3][$social to -3]]</div>Who does he think he is, I don't owe this figment of my imagination any answers.
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<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⥙ Maniac ⥕</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''I HATE RIDDLES MORE THAN ANYONE! AUGH!''|skip3][$maniac to 3]]</div>You cannot contain your rage and you leap forward, grabbing his stupid hat and pushing him hard. He falls backward bouncing on the grass, he grabs his face where you hit him. Quickly turning he checks his pants. You hear an audible gasp and see in his eyes the slight glint of green grass stains.
Grunting and enraged he reaches into his jacket pocket. You hear an electric buzzing as he leaps toward you...
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<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Being nice can be pretty great, but there are just some people... Those riddlers, they've got to go, don't you think?</div></div><</timed>></div><div class=ai>"Welcome to Pomegranate Space.
You've made a horrible mistake coming here.
Today, I've decided to be merciful, you may return from whence you came without being devoured.
If you'd like to be devoured you may return at a later date. Perhaps in a future update."</div><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\unknown.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ P A T H 1 ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">You tap your foot on the void beneath you, it seems quite solid, you speculate that it could be made of black on black marble. You look over your shoulder, it's more darkness, as you look back you see 4 holographic cards floating in space in front of you.
<div class="pborder"><div class="cardpic"><a data-passage="skip4a"><img src="images\\objects\Cards\job1.png"/></a></div><div class="corp">"We Create Worlds. You Explore/Live/Love."</div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">A NET-TEN Simulato, basically an expert in getting mind-fucked, then talking about it. Day after day you jump through hoops, meet monstrosities, and fuck "programs" or other participants; Essentially, you play the human part in building better simulations.
Besides getting the occasional memory wipe or full neuro-recon, the work is fascinating, people love to read your articles, and it pays pretty well. You're both obsessed with and terrified of getting a promotion, you don't know if you'll be able to hold onto your humanity.</div></div>
<div class="cardpic"><a data-passage="skip4b"><img src="images\\objects\Cards\job2.png"/></a></div><div class="corp">"You Point, We Shoot."</div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">The sweet freedom of being a Freelance Merc. is something you can't put a price on. Technically you're a mercenary, but you don't actually do much bagging and grabbing of people in the real world, that's not your cup of tea. You prefer to do most of your work in cyberspace and public-space Sim.s.
Your weapon of choice is a digitized version of an old samurai sword your father won in Nippon. Not very practical in a gunfight, but a freelancer's reputation is only as valuable as their artistry. You are gunning for the title as the best swordsman in cyberspace.</div></div>
<div class="cardpic"><a data-passage="skip4c"><img src="images\\objects\Cards\job3.png"/></a></div><div class="corp">"{You + Touch} => Love"</div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Bio-Boy at Touch Inc., it's not just image, it's also substance, real human substance. You learned to draw out someone's soul while they fuck you or you fuck them. You orchestrate groups towards pure release.
Some call me snuggle buddy or friend; others call me whore with a permit or master; I proudly say all of the above. You love your job and have no interest in taking on more responsibility."</div></div>
<div class="cardpic"><a data-passage="skip4d"><img src="images\\objects\Cards\job4.png"/></a></div><div class="corp">"We Care Body & Mind"</div><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">CYKOsoma is Touch Inc.'s primary competitor, yet we take a more professional approach. As a technician, almost like being a Bio-Boy, yet a bit closer to an emotional support nurse. You don't outright have sex with anyone during work hours, yet, that doesn't mean you don't curate the perfect sexual simulation program for their optimal mental and physical health.
You dream of designing treatment programs and heading up a cell of technicians in a rich and troubled neighborhood. The secrets and connections to be gained are mind-boggling.</div></div></div><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Why does this decision feel like a big deal, I'm just picking up my card, aren't I?</div></div><</timed>></div>Clickable images
[Go left - Bathroom] [current room] [Go right - Bedroom]
Pillar 1 - MISSIONS
"Missions" that develop the player's character as a living person, with strengths and weaknesses.
Game Paths:
Path 1: As an Agent of the New CTC your job is to protect and serve the Singularity, in turn, you get to save the world from monotony and the slow death of modernity.
Path 2: As a homeless prefab survive alongside your core group of Prefab friends, in the rapidly changing Slatecity.
Variety:
1. Mission Variety
A. The Hero & Everyman - Agent -
Mood: Belonging, Control, Mastery, Safety
Social Interaction
- Help/force people find a place in the sexy Singularity.
Success: Gain access to more of the world. Get vital items, traits, and characters.
Failure: Lose access to more of the world. Lose vital items, traits and characters.
B. The Magician & Outlaw - Detective -
Mood: Power, Innovation, Liberation, Enjoyment
Puzzles
- Uncover the erotic secrets of hidden research and of men and women.
Success: Get vital information that can be used for Bree's enlightenment or for leverage against others.
Failure: Come face to face with Bree's twisted alters or get caught up in horrific and erotic research.
C. The Explorer & Lover - Humanizer -
Minigame
Mood: Intimacy, Understanding, Freedom, enjoyment
- Participate in sexual encounters that change the world.
Success: Deeper bond level with certain characters. Game to collect, encode, and upload sensual human experiences into Singularity-Network.
Open more content with characters in the world, gain positive traits.
Failure: Come face to face with Bree's twisted alters or get caught up in horrific and erotic research.
Interface:
1. Pages
A. Countdown timer
B. Choices
2. IMPRESSION Window (traits and items)
Experience:
1. Mission
A. Various missions around the CTC and into Slatecity.
2. D20 - Stat based results
A. Choice success is guided by player choice and D20 roll success.
3. Item usage
A. Item variables and stat changes used before making a D20 roll on a choice can change the outcome of the roll.
4. Results
A. Battle for control of CTC & Slatecity:
-Success in missions will open areas of CTC & Slatecity, introducing new characters, jobs, and goods.
-Lose areas of CTC then you're unable to interact with Characters in that area, unable to access thier goods, etc.
B. Positive experinece with temporary/permanent trait/item bonus:
Items that can be used for feminization or masculinization. Clothes, treats, or gifts that can be given to other characters.
Cool traits like, charming, sexy, strong, delicate.
C. "Damaging" experience with temporary/permanent "negative" traits:
Feminization, sleepless, cumin addicted, sleeper agent, sluttay.
1. Interactive character portrait
2. Interactive kkill tree
3. Inventory<div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\firstmonorail.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Two men and a masked woman stand at the glowing door to the monorail. The digitized Entry-Arrows point at them like blaming fingers, almost targeting them as the gropers.
You glare at each of the men trying to discern which one was the groper. Standing unable to turn they both awkwardly try to avoid locking eyes with you.
Gropers, or more likely, just normal Slatecity residents heading home from the daily races. <div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">No one wants to grope me, what am I thinking...</div></div>
The door squeals and starts to close, the girl in the sanitary mask gives you a sideways look and pops a slight wink. You furrow your brow and cock your head failing to suppress a slight smile.
<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">She GROPED me, my ass. Hah! She's cute... Well, at least her eyes are.</div></div><div class=boy>"It looks like I've still got IT... Whatever IT is."</div>You say under your breath as you turn from the monorail racing away.
With a skip in your step, you walk towards Exit B2, as you're walking you check your Clip implant. You stare at the slight bump from the cybernetic implant in your right hand, then sensing your gaze it flashes on.
Its interface glows to life above your hand. You check your Impression app, to make sure your face is clean and your clothes are fitting. It's then you notice an app Push-Light from the Clip implanted in your hand. Noticing it's a new post from Slatecity Official you roll your eyes and sigh, you open it unable to resist the notification.
<div class="pborder"><div class="patch"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\S Sam - Samantha\s1official.jpg"></div>SLATECITY OFFICIAL PSA:
We're sorry to say, the Yellow Party is up to their old tricks!
They're trying to undercut taxes for YOUR city, as usual. We're really hurt that we've been forced to suspend the use of Soylent Feed tubes to your homes starting tonight at 21:00. We project it'll be 12 hours until we win a deal for all of you.
Watch out for fake-clips about Soylent's "Free Nutrition Act", I call it the "Soytax-Evasion Act".
</div></div><div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">What's wrong with free Soylent? Some families would starve without the tube. Fucking greedy little... Now I'm getting all pissed off. Ugh, I don't even care about politics! If it'll get these "official messages" and constant blaming to stop I'll vote for anyone.</div></div>You shake your hand, closing the message. You pass through the neon blue gate labeled - B2 -. Hitting the street you immediately notice that you're on the nice side of downtown, no homeless people milling about, no amateurish substance exchanges, just classy looking people and a few CTC agents scanning the crowd from a distance.
You see a video of Truvian giving a speech on a large screen on the face of a nearby building, you get that uneasy feeling in your gut again.<div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Fucking Truvian... Whatever, I'm not going to let it get to me, plus I've got IT. Starting now, it's going to be a good night!</div></div>You try to check out your roommate's Clipper posts to see if he's at tonight's party yet.
You get a glitchy error message, it doesn't matter, you'll see him there. Now that you think about it, your clip implant has been getting progressively more out of sync for about a month. At one point you swear you saw the "HELP" button glitch out to "HELP ME", but that's ridiculous.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Head to Destination ↾</div>" t8n>>[[⋗ ''Oh... Right, I'm on my way to HOUSEClub.''->Intro]]
You raise your head from your Clipper feed, looking around at the people. You squeeze your right index finger to your right palm and mumble the words "Destination HOUSEClub", an arrow and small map appear above your hand. You step out of the station steps following the arrow.<</linkreplace>><div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">If I've got that new nano-virus going around I'm going to freak, I think they're calling it MOAR.XS... Maybe I should schedule with the CTC for a check-up... Nah, I don't trust those freaks.</div></div>Double-click this passage to edit it.<<set $job to 2>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\unknown.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ P A T H 2 ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Immediately after choosing the correct card you are presented with two more cards. While they're perceptively lighter, these 2 cards carry much more weight than the previous 4, you can tell they are extremely important.
<div class=adai>Alpha 0.1.1 WARNING: The Cybersex Singularity is still in early development and choosing EITHER option will skip the majority of the current content.</div>
<div class="pborder"><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="images\events\embrace.png"></p><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ EMBRACE ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Bree is awesome, she may be our only hope for a human-centric future.''->dreama]]</div>You reach your open hand towards the card that says "Embrace".<</linkreplace>>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="images\events\subvrt.png"></p><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ SUBVERT ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Bree is my worst nightmare, and so is Slatecity for that matter, I'm going to do whatever it takes to change this place or die trying.''->pf]]</div>You smash the card that says "Subvrt".
<</linkreplace>></div><<timed 10s t8n>><div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Hmmm... Embrace or subvert; Love or hate, some lines just can't be crossed, right?</div></div><</timed>><<script>>
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("autojournal2").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\wetdream.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ PATH I: EMBRACE ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">An Auto-Journal update plays softly in your unconscious state. It's electrical impulses drowned out by the painful memories of recent events.
The sensation of that man's rough hand gradually fades from your consciousness. Only to be replaced by a rude puncturing of bulLet's into your abdomen, two more into your neck, and several into and through the bones of your lower body. You clinch in the darkness, struggling to spread out and move away from the echos of pain.
It's not long before you hear the voice of an angel, or maybe it's Bree. <div class=girl>"Thank you... We did it."</div>
Soon the darkness takes on an expansive and embracing quality. It's good, it's safe. It waits for you, you take what seems like a few hours to be alone in this. <div class=girl>"You can sleep again, your sweet body is healing. When you're ready, maybe there's something I can do to help."</div>
<div class=picleft><img src="images\events\dreams\dream1\d1.0.jpg"></div>When you decide to leave, you notice someone is here. Unable to speak you reach over. Her skin is slick with a light sweat. A wet sliding sensation arrives just below your waist as you realize you're pulsing and pump into your partner. Awareness rising you grip her narrow waist and feel down to the widening of her hips. A confident and encouraging moan bursts the quiet.
<div class=girl>"$name! keep going, show me!"</div> Realizing her need, you press into her bending down to lay against her back and reaching for her breasts. <div class=girl>"Yes, my breasts pull them... Ooooh..."</div>She bucks her pussy towards you. A distinct shape and tightness take form as your hips meet her soft butt cheeks. The slight damp cold of her flesh drives you mad as you revel in the feel of her breasts giving way to your squeezing and pulling. She cries out in staccato ecstasy, matching the pulsing of your hips with her lilting voice.
<div class=picright><img src="images\events\dreams\dream1\d1.1.jpg"></div><div class=girl>"I. Love. Being. Fucked. RaaAaw! Oh god, god, god."</div>You quickly realize you can't take much more of this. You need to slow down or you'll cum deep into her clinching wet warmth. Slowing down and slightly inching your length outward you take several deep breaths.
<div class=girl>"Plunge into me. NOW!"</div>You go deep and swirl your hips. And again. and again. Her vagina pulses and she spasms. You squeeze your taint, trying not to cum. You pull out. Squeezing hard, you shutter back from the edge of orgasm falling on your back.
<div class=boy>"Whoaaaa..."</div>
<div class=girl>"OOooooAAaaahhhhh!"</div>She cums. You glance up to see both her delicate hands rhythmically pushing at her groin. She cries and you feel her tears, but can see her smiling lips, cries turn to laughter. It ends with a delighted,
<div class=girl>"Ahuuuua... h-h-haha... oOooo-ha..."</div>You take deep breaths, catching your breath and feeling your body and the bed around you. Silk sheets - check, sweat - check, ok I've just had sex in a silk bed. Short hair - check, my cheeks + my forehead + my eyes + my stubble - all check, ok I'm still me. You’re shocked out of your self-reflection as a soft hand slides over your dick and balls.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Strech ~ Enjoy ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="girl">[[⋗ ''Oooh, okay.''->dream1]]</div>Your body expands, flat and lazy like the shadows of a aimless beachside sunset.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Sexual healing, haha... More...</div></div><</timed>></div><<if $job is 1>><div class="pborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\T Theo - Thea\t5.jpg"></div><div class=girl>"Hi $name, we haven't talked since I reached out to you. I guess you've been busy. Have you heard about all the crazy stuff going on in the past couple of weeks?</div>
You wait for her to keep speaking, but she just looks at you patiently. It turns out this is a live-ad, unlike last time, she's actually there on the other side.
<div class=boy>"Oh, hi Thea, yeah, it's crazy..."</div>You're a bit blindsided by her presence, she's revealed so much to you. She knows, or at least, she thinks she knows so much about you. You can see that she seems to sense this, she's probably trained to deal with situations like this.
<div class=girl>"Oh, silly me. I forgot to show you my verification, I'm such an airhead sometimes. Here you can see that I am a REAL resident of Slatecity, Thea is my real name, it'll be at least another year before they let me remove my old boy photo from the permit."</div>
<div class="bborder"><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- SC RESIDENCE PERMIT --</div>" t8n>><img src="images\clip\clipper\permitthea.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"><</linkreplace>></div>
<div class="adborder"><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- GET YOUR RESIDENCE PERMIT --</div>" t8n>><div class=adai>We've detected that your Official Clip is not attached to a resident ID or, you're not yet an official resident of Slatecity.</div>
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<div class=girl>"I'm not a big fan of all these regulations, so my verification script is: "Hey, I found your nose, it was in my business." even with all the fakes walking around I just hate being watched and checked all the time."</div><div class=boy>"Yup, someones always watching, it sucks."</div> You've had this conversation 1,000 times. She seems to notice your subtly bored expression. Her cheeks go visibly red and she quickly taps and scrolls through her clip, then swipes something in your direction.
<div class=girl>"Sorry I actually didn't just call to shoot the shit. A guy like you has probably got stuff to do. I just wanted to share what I'm calling my "Leg Journey".
You've seen my shift from Total Guy to Blonde-bombshell. Most people seem to enjoy that, if not just for curiosity, but many find it really erotic, so do I...
I've found that if I focus by sharing how my specific body parts changed it helps my clients to visualize their own transformation So... Check it out!</div>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\legjourney.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=tborder><div class=thoughts>Whoa, her legs are sexy as hell... I can't believe they used to look like that. So, soft, I'd love to have those wrapped around me.</div></div>You look closely at the photos of her legs, the left must have been from before. You look over to the one on the far right, your mouth agape until you hear a giggle.<div class=girl>"Hehe, yeah, most people do that when they see what I used to look like and how my legs look now. I looove them. They're so long and soft now. And when I have them wrapped around a..."</div>Like someone window shopping look closely at her leg pics as you mutter under your breath,<div class=boy>"So, smooth, long... and feminine..."</div> <div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\J Justin - Jasmine\j5.jpg"></div>She giggles some more, you see the face of a young woman appear on the screen behind her, she's speaking but the audio is spotty. Thea turns around quickly, her hair is tossed over her shoulder, you imagine her hair would smell something like lilies with a hint of vanilla. You can almost make out what the woman behind Jasmin says,<div class=girl>"Jus... a deal wi... at the new CTC... if you ask me... hot as fu... champagne and orgy... when you get off."</div>
<div class=girl>"I'm sorry again, I should have shut the door, my colleague Kimber had a question. She like me, a real beauty too. Anyway, I'll be honest, I've got a script for these calls, and today I've reached the end. So, I hope you enjoyed our chat. Bye-bye!"</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Return ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Bye Thea...''->ctc2]]</div>You close the ad and are shocked when you notice the two prefabs looking over your shoulder. You suppose if they were real people you'd real awkward right now.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I still remember that first ad like it was yesterday, but it was like a week ago... It's getting hot in here.</div></div><</timed>></div>
<</if>><<if $job is 2>><div class="pborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\J Justin - Jasmine\j5.jpg"></div><div class=girl>"Hi $name, we haven't talked since I reached out to you. I guess you've been busy. Have you heard about all the crazy stuff going on in the past couple of weeks?</div>
You wait for her to keep speaking, but she just looks at you patiently. It turns out this is a live-ad, unlike last time, she's actually there on the other side.
<div class=boy>"Oh, hi Jasmine, yeah, it's crazy..."</div>You're a bit blindsided by her presence, she's revealed so much to you. She knows, or at least, she thinks she knows so much about you. You can see that she seems to sense this, she's probably trained to deal with situations like this.
<div class=girl>"Oh, silly me. I forgot to show you my verification, I'm such an airhead sometimes. Here you can see that I am a REAL resident of Slatecity, Jasmine is my real name, it'll be at least another year before they let me remove my old boy photo from the permit."</div>
<div class="bborder"><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- SC RESIDENCE PERMIT --</div>" t8n>><img src="images\clip\clipper\permitjasmine.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"><</linkreplace>></div>
<div class="adborder"><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- GET YOUR RESIDENCE PERMIT --</div>" t8n>><div class=adai>We've detected that your Official Clip is not attached to a resident ID or, you're not yet an official resident of Slatecity.</div>
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<div class=girl>"I'm not a big fan of all these regulations, so my verification script is: "Hey, I found your nose, it was in my business." even with all the fakes walking around I just hate being watched and checked all the time."</div><div class=boy>"Yup, someones always watching, it sucks."</div> You've had this conversation 1,000 times. She seems to notice your subtly bored expression. Her cheeks go visibly red and she quickly taps and scrolls through her clip, then swipes something in your direction.
<div class=girl>"Sorry I actually didn't just call to shoot the shit. A guy like you has probably got stuff to do. I just wanted to share what I'm calling my "Leg Journey".
You've seen my shift from Total Guy to Femme Fatale. Most people seem to enjoy that, if not just for curiosity, but many find it really erotic, so do I...
I've found that if I focus by sharing how my specific body parts changed it helps my clients to visualize their own transformation So... Check it out!</div>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\legjourney.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=tborder><div class=thoughts>Whoa, her legs are sexy as hell... I can't believe they used to look like that. So, soft, I'd love to have those wrapped around me.</div></div>You look closely at the photos of her legs, the left must have been from before. You look over to the one on the far right, your mouth agape until you hear a giggle.<div class=girl>"Hehe, yeah, most people do that when they see what I used to look like and how my legs look now. I looove them. They're so long and soft now. And when I have them wrapped around a..."</div>Like someone window shopping look closely at her leg pics as you mutter under your breath,<div class=boy>"So, smooth, long... and feminine... Jasmine..."</div> <div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\K Kayleb - Kimber\k5.jpg"></div>She giggles some more, you see the face of a young woman appear on the screen behind her, she's speaking but the audio is spotty. Jasmine turns around quickly, her hair is tossed over her shoulder, you imagine her hair would smell something like lilies with a hint of vanilla. You can almost make out what the woman behind Jasmin says,<div class=girl>"Jus... a deal wi... at the new CTC... if you ask me... hot as fu... champagne and orgy... when you get off."</div>
<div class=girl>"I'm sorry again, I should have shut the door, my colleague Kimber had a question. She like me, a real beauty too. Anyway, I'll be honest, I've got a script for these calls, and today I've reached the end. So, I hope you enjoyed our chat. Bye-bye!"</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Return ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Bye Jasmine...''->ctc2]]</div>You close the ad and are shocked when you notice the two prefabs looking over your shoulder. You suppose if they were real people you'd real awkward right now.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I still remember that first ad like it was yesterday, but it was like a week ago... It's getting hot in here.</div></div><</timed>></div>
<</if>><<if $job is 3>><div class="pborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\K Kayleb - Kimber\k5.jpg"></div><div class=girl>"Hi $name, we haven't talked since I reached out to you. I guess you've been busy. Have you heard about all the crazy stuff going on in the past couple of weeks?</div>
You wait for her to keep speaking, but she just looks at you patiently. It turns out this is a live-ad, unlike last time, she's actually there on the other side.
<div class=boy>"Oh, hi Kimber, yeah, it's crazy..."</div>You're a bit blindsided by her presence, she's revealed so much to you. She knows, or at least, she thinks she knows so much about you. You can see that she seems to sense this, she's probably trained to deal with situations like this.
<div class=girl>"Oh, silly me. I forgot to show you my verification, I'm such an airhead sometimes. Here you can see that I am a REAL resident of Slatecity, Kimber is my real name, it'll be at least another year before they let me remove my old boy photo from the permit."</div>
<div class="bborder"><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- SC RESIDENCE PERMIT --</div>" t8n>><img src="images\clip\clipper\permitkimber.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"><</linkreplace>></div>
<div class="adborder"><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- GET YOUR RESIDENCE PERMIT --</div>" t8n>><div class=adai>We've detected that your Official Clip is not attached to a resident ID or, you're not yet an official resident of Slatecity.</div>
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<div class=girl>"I'm not a big fan of all these regulations, so my verification script is: "Hey, I found your nose, it was in my business." even with all the fakes walking around I just hate being watched and checked all the time."</div><div class=boy>"Yup, someones always watching, it sucks."</div> You've had this conversation 1,000 times. She seems to notice your subtly bored expression. Her cheeks go visibly red and she quickly taps and scrolls through her clip, then swipes something in your direction.
<div class=girl>"Sorry I actually didn't just call to shoot the shit. A guy like you has probably got stuff to do. I just wanted to share what I'm calling my "Leg Journey".
You've seen my shift from Total Guy to Femme Fatale. Most people seem to enjoy that, if not just for curiosity, but many find it really erotic, so do I...
I've found that if I focus by sharing how my specific body parts changed it helps my clients to visualize their own transformation So... Check it out!</div>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\legjourney.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=tborder><div class=thoughts>Whoa, her legs are sexy as hell... I can't believe they used to look like that. So, soft, I'd love to have those wrapped around me.</div></div>You look closely at the photos of her legs, the left must have been from before. You look over to the one on the far right, your mouth agape until you hear a giggle.<div class=girl>"Hehe, yeah, most people do that when they see what I used to look like and how my legs look now. I looove them. They're so long and soft now. And when I have them wrapped around a..."</div>Like someone window shopping look closely at her leg pics as you mutter under your breath,<div class=boy>"So, smooth, long... and feminine..."</div> <div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\N Noah - Naomi\n5.jpg"></div>She giggles some more, you see the face of a young woman appear on the screen behind her, she's speaking but the audio is spotty. Kimber turns around quickly, her hair is tossed over her shoulder, you imagine her hair would smell something like lilies with a hint of vanilla. You can almost make out what the woman behind Kimber says,<div class=girl>"Jus... a deal wi... at the new CTC... if you ask me... hot as fu... champagne and orgy... when you get off."</div>
<div class=girl>"I'm sorry again, I should have shut the door, my colleague, Naomi, had a question. She is like me, a real beauty too. Anyway, I'll be honest, I've got a script for these calls, and today I've reached the end. So, I hope you enjoyed our chat. Bye-bye!"</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Return ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Bye Kimber...''->ctc2]]</div>You close the ad and are shocked when you notice the two prefabs looking over your shoulder. You suppose if they were real people you'd real awkward right now.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I still remember that first ad like it was yesterday, but it was like a week ago... It's getting hot in here.</div></div><</timed>></div>
<</if>><<if $job is 4>><div class="pborder"><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\N Noah - Naomi\n5.jpg"></div><div class=girl>"Hi $name, we haven't talked since I reached out to you. I guess you've been busy. Have you heard about all the crazy stuff going on in the past couple of weeks?</div>
You wait for her to keep speaking, but she just looks at you patiently. It turns out this is a live-ad, unlike last time, she's actually there on the other side.
<div class=boy>"Oh, hi Naomi, yeah, it's crazy..."</div>You're a bit blindsided by her presence, she's revealed so much to you. She knows, or at least, she thinks she knows so much about you. You can see that she seems to sense this, she's probably trained to deal with situations like this.
<div class=girl>"Oh, silly me. I forgot to show you my verification, I'm such an airhead sometimes. Here you can see that I am a REAL resident of Slatecity, Naomi is my real name, it'll be at least another year before they let me remove my old boy photo from the permit."</div>
<div class="bborder"><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- SC RESIDENCE PERMIT --</div>" t8n>><img src="images\clip\clipper\permitnaomi.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"><</linkreplace>></div>
<div class="adborder"><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- GET YOUR RESIDENCE PERMIT --</div>" t8n>><div class=adai>We've detected that your Official Clip is not attached to a resident ID or, you're not yet an official resident of Slatecity.</div>
Get your own Slatecity Residence Permit:
[[⋗ here->https://www.patreon.com/breesingularity]] by becoming a tier 2 Patreon supporter.<div class=ai>
Note: All shameless plugs will be removed in the 1.0 Release Version of Cybersex Singularity.</div><</linkreplace>></div>
<div class=girl>"I'm not a big fan of all these regulations, so my verification script is: "Hey, I found your nose, it was in my business." even with all the fakes walking around I just hate being watched and checked all the time."</div><div class=boy>"Yup, someones always watching, it sucks."</div> You've had this conversation 1,000 times. She seems to notice your subtly bored expression. Her cheeks go visibly red and she quickly taps and scrolls through her clip, then swipes something in your direction.
<div class=girl>"Sorry I actually didn't just call to shoot the shit. A guy like you has probably got stuff to do. I just wanted to share what I'm calling my "Leg Journey".
You've seen my shift from Total Guy to Femme Fatale. Most people seem to enjoy that, if not just for curiosity, but many find it really erotic, so do I...
I've found that if I focus by sharing how my specific body parts changed it helps my clients to visualize their own transformation So... Check it out!</div>
<div class="bborder"><img src="images\events\legjourney.jpg" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=tborder><div class=thoughts>Whoa, her legs are sexy as hell... I can't believe they used to look like that. So, soft, I'd love to have those wrapped around me.</div></div>You look closely at the photos of her legs, the left must have been from before. You look over to the one on the far right, your mouth agape until you hear a giggle.<div class=girl>"Hehe, yeah, most people do that when they see what I used to look like and how my legs look now. I looove them. They're so long and soft now. And when I have them wrapped around a..."</div>Like someone window shopping look closely at her leg pics as you mutter under your breath,<div class=boy>"So, smooth, long... and feminine... Naomi..."</div> <div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\T Theo - Thea\t5.jpg"></div>She giggles some more, you see the face of a young woman appear on the screen behind her, she's speaking but the audio is spotty. Naomi turns around quickly, her hair is tossed over her shoulder, you imagine her hair would smell something like lilies with a hint of vanilla. You can almost make out what the woman behind Naomi says,<div class=girl>"Jus... a deal wi... at the new CTC... if you ask me... hot as fu... champagne and orgy... when you get off."</div>
<div class=girl>"I'm sorry again, I should have shut the door, my colleague Thea had a question. She like me, a real beauty too. Anyway, I'll be honest, I've got a script for these calls, and today I've reached the end. So, I hope you enjoyed our chat. Bye-bye!"</div>
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Return ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Bye Naomi...''->ctc2]]</div>You close the ad and are shocked when you notice the two prefabs looking over your shoulder. You suppose if they were real people you'd real awkward right now.<</linkreplace>>
<<timed 10s t8n>><div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I still remember that first ad like it was yesterday, but it was like a week ago... It's getting hot in here.</div></div><</timed>></div>
<</if>><<set $job to 1>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\unknown.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ P A T H 2 ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Immediately after choosing the correct card you are presented with two more cards. While they're perceptively lighter, these 2 cards carry much more weight than the previous 4, you can tell they are extremely important.
<div class=adai>Alpha 0.1.1 WARNING: The Cybersex Singularity is still in early development and choosing EITHER option will skip the majority of the current content.</div>
<div class="pborder"><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="images\events\embrace.png"></p><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ EMBRACE ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Bree is awesome, she may be our only hope for a human-centric future.''->dreama]]</div>You reach your open hand towards the card that says "Embrace".<</linkreplace>>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="images\events\subvrt.png"></p><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ SUBVERT ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Bree is my worst nightmare, and so is Slatecity for that matter, I'm going to do whatever it takes to change this place or die trying.''->pf]]</div>You smash the card that says "Subvrt".
<</linkreplace>></div><<timed 10s t8n>><div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Hmmm... Embrace or subvert; Love or hate, some lines just can't be crossed, right?</div></div><</timed>><<set $job to 3>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\unknown.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ P A T H 2 ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Immediately after choosing the correct card you are presented with two more cards. While they're perceptively lighter, these 2 cards carry much more weight than the previous 4, you can tell they are extremely important.
<div class=adai>Alpha 0.1.1 WARNING: The Cybersex Singularity is still in early development and choosing EITHER option will skip the majority of the current content.</div>
<div class="pborder"><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="images\events\embrace.png"></p><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ EMBRACE ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Bree is awesome, she may be our only hope for a human-centric future.''->dreama]]</div>You reach your open hand towards the card that says "Embrace".<</linkreplace>>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="images\events\subvrt.png"></p><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ SUBVERT ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Bree is my worst nightmare, and so is Slatecity for that matter, I'm going to do whatever it takes to change this place or die trying.''->pf]]</div>You smash the card that says "Subvrt".
<</linkreplace>></div><<timed 10s t8n>><div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Hmmm... Embrace or subvert; Love or hate, some lines just can't be crossed, right?</div></div><</timed>><<set $job to 4>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\unknown.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>>
<div class=symboltext2> ⤜ P A T H 2 ⤛ </div>
<</nobr>><div class="pborder">Immediately after choosing the correct card you are presented with two more cards. While they're perceptively lighter, these 2 cards carry much more weight than the previous 4, you can tell they are extremely important.
<div class=adai>Alpha 0.1.1 WARNING: The Cybersex Singularity is still in early development and choosing EITHER option will skip the majority of the current content.</div>
<div class="pborder"><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="images\events\embrace.png"></p><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ EMBRACE ↾</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Bree is awesome, she may be our only hope for a human-centric future.''->dreama]]</div>You reach your open hand towards the card that says "Embrace".<</linkreplace>>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="images\events\subvrt.png"></p><<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ SUBVERT ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="boy">[[⋗ ''Bree is my worst nightmare, and so is Slatecity for that matter, I'm going to do whatever it takes to change this place or die trying.''->pf]]</div>You smash the card that says "Subvrt".
<</linkreplace>></div><<timed 10s t8n>><div class=tborder><div class="thoughts">Hmmm... Embrace or subvert; Love or hate, some lines just can't be crossed, right?</div></div><</timed>><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=tborder><div class=ai><<timed .1s>>loading<</timed>><<timed .2s>>.<</timed>><<timed .3s>>.<</timed>><<timed .4s>>.<</timed>>
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<</timed>><<timed 1s t8n>>...shuffle.reversed;
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<<timed 1.5s t8n>>filling{∇O-IDs};
<</timed>><<timed 1.8s t8n>>...evaluate.filled;
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<<timed 4.8s t8n>> run;<</timed>></div></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><<timed 3s t8n>><div class=symboltext2><<fadein 3s>> ⤜ W E L C O M E ⤛ <</fadein>></div><div class="ajborder">A voice chimes in your ear and you see an image of ALEA pop up in a window in your Clip visual UI.
<<fadein 5s>><div class="portrait-left"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\A Alea\alea.jpg"></div><</fadein>><div class=adai><<fadein 4s>>: Update Complete :
Welcome to Clip X.2, many features have been added and enhanced for our users' pleasure.
I am ALEA X.2 - A Better AI-Assistant™, I will provide commentary and guidance as you explore and exploit life in Slatecity.
Keep an eye out for useful Hints, Warnings, and more.
All in harmony for Slatecity.
Hint: Please listen to the Official 2051 Slatecity Public Service Announcement.<</fadein>></div></div>
<div class=symboltext1> ⤜ S L A T E C I T Y ⤛ </div><div class="pborder">
Slatecity, the year is 2051, they voted and we listened. With the Yellow Party on the rise, everyone's calling this is the year of the clean slate.
Forget who you were, become who you dream to be!
Come to Slatecity, start again with a fresh face. We have work for everyone, from E-class gigs all the way to up to A-class careers.
Say "Hello" to the 4 corporate giants that call Slatecity Home.
NET-TEN - The global HQ of the tech giant enriches the lives of everyone by providing small scale AI-Solutions to city-wide simulation services. This is any intellectual's paradise.
Touch Inc. - The booming Bio-Body Industry at Touch Inc. is the perfect job for you sensual people looking for love and success.
The Freelance Union - Our city-state is home to over 15% of North America's freelance workforce, with tax benefits and the continent’s best self-employment networks.
SYKOsoma - Bringing you inner peace and the actualization of your fullest potential.
Is 2051 going to be your year to stay in Clean Slatecity?
</div><div class=ajborder><div class=adai>Hint: Now one last thing, I've put together a little introduction speech about you. It's based on your past life experiences, I hope you don't mind if I speak it in your voice.</div></div><div class=symboltext1> ⤜ Y O U ⤛ </div><div class=pborder><div class=boy>You grew up on the anything but clean streets of Slatecity. <div class=picleft><img src="images\events\cityintro2.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div>
It's always been a filthy mess; If it's not the soot and litter of the neglected Eastside, then it's the grimy greed of the Westside. But it could be worse, your parents always had work in some carbon dioxide filled highrise. It was always a district with buildings so close you could toss a ball across to an open window.
As you entered adulthood you were offered a job by the city. So, you took the low hanging fruit; You became a Button Pusher. Well, the official title was Efficiency Coordinator, but it was mindless button-pushing.
You were a late bloomer, you had sex for the first time the second week at your new job. Her name was Ebay, a bored green-haired girl who was 7 years older than you. She was always mad, she didn't have much to say, and you became her boyfriend. She taught you the meaning of the Seashell, the Seated Wheelbarrow, and Reverse-Cowgirl; it wasn't long before you realized she was also teaching half the office too.
The next morning on the way to work you decided to end things with her. You walked to her station and waited. You waited until your shift started, leaving you clocked-in late at your station.
When lunch came around you went looking. You never saw her again, but that day you did meet Agent Randy. He told you Ebay was found carrying a class-8 nanite virus. It made her libido go insane, it also gradually turned her into a puppet. For what? you were never told.
Agent Randy works for the CTC, the pseudo-government body which regulates nanite, clip, and other related products. He told you that Ebay was gone, she'd done something horrible, against her will, and was going to be rehabilitated.
You've forgotten most about Randy, but not his two augmented eyes, you could only imagine what he could see. You've always looked with envy at enhanced people; the people with enough money to afford expensive augmentations and implants.
Yet, you're fine with your clip implant and the thousands of nanites flooding through your veins. They keep you connected and they keep you healthy.
Today, you're headed to a party at HOUSEclub, maybe you'll finally get lucky...</div></div><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Hint: To close Clip-UI click outside the window or the top-right ( X ).</div></div><</timed>><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=tborder><div class=ai><<timed .1s>>loading<</timed>><<timed .2s>>.<</timed>><<timed .3s>>.<</timed>><<timed .4s>>.<</timed>>
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<</timed>><<timed 1.8s t8n>>...evaluate.filled;
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<<timed 4.8s t8n>> run;<</timed>></div></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><<timed 3s t8n>><div class=symboltext2><<fadein 3s>> ⤜ Y O U ⤛ <</fadein>></div><p style="text-align: center;"><<fadein 4s>>This experience is brought to you by Auto-Journal™ a Clip company. Designed in Slatecity Autonomous Territory.
<</fadein>></p><</timed>><<timed 6s t8n>><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Hint: The following experience is generated by your Auto-Journal, it's one of the new features of your Clip X.2.
The Auto-Journal records your life experiences and stores them as simple text. 87% of users found this feature to increase overall life statisfaction. I invite you to take a moment and reflect on todays events.</div></div><div class=ajborder><div class=ai><<nobr>>
<<if $job is 1>>
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<</nobr>>
<div class=ai>Journal Tag ∹≍ Adding Insult to Injury
Date ∹≍ 3/1/2051
Name ∹≍ $name
Gender ∹≍ Male ( ♂ )
Chemical Profile ∹≍ Standard Subdued
Persona ∹≍ Everyman
Orientation ∹≍ Straight ( ⚤ )
</div>
</div><</timed>><<timed 8s t8n>><div class="ajborder">Your face in the window in front of you flashes, refreshing multiple times. Your auto-generated self nods to you and begins to speak in your own voice. It's precise but, nevertheless you sense a subtle soulless quality to your 3D twin.
<div class=boy>Narrative Events ∹≍
⌥ I went to HOUSEclub, it was cool, then it was bad.
⌥ I met a woman named Rose, she used to be a man. We had an interesting time together, then she stood me up.
⌥ I decided to leave HOUSEclub. On my way home I was picked up by CTC agents.
⌥ They think I may have a virus.
</div></div><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Hint: To close Clip-UI click outside the window or the top-right ( X ).</div></div><</timed>><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><<script>>
Dialog.setup(" ⌎ <sup><sub><sup> ⊑ C - U I ⊒ </sup></sup></sup> ⌏⑉⑈:⑉⑆⑇ ⌎ <sup><sub><sup> ⊑ C - U I ⊒ </sup></sub></sup> ⌏ ", "CLIP-UI");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("firsttime").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\unknown.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><div class=symboltext1><<fadein 4s>> ≼ D A R K N E S S ≽ <</fadein>></div><div class="pborder">You close the Clip-UI window and find that it's bypassed the close function of the window by running the Clip's Immersive Mode, it has jacked directly into nanites in your brain. At this moment, your words echo back in the space, <div class=girl>"Wha, what the hell is going on, are you doing this?"</div>
You shudder as the familiar voice is oddly high. The woman stands frozen in front of you. You can see her body glitch in space like she's trying to flutter out of her own skin, but she can't. It's at this moment you realize that you're regaining some control. You think you can issue a command.
<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>↿ Get Answers ↾</div>" t8n>>
<<link "⋗ ''Well? What is this?!''">>
<<script>>
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Dialog.open();
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<<linkreplace "<div class=choice>⇃ Force-Close the Program ⇂</div>" t8n>><div class="girl">[[⋗ ''Finally!''->Pg3]]</div>You shout into the void... Unsure where it came from.<</linkreplace>><<timed 10s t8n>>
<div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">I've got to get out of here! But this woman feels so right...</div></div><</timed>></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=tborder><div class=ai><<timed .1s>>loading<</timed>><<timed .2s>>.<</timed>><<timed .3s>>.<</timed>><<timed .4s>>.<</timed>>
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<<timed 4.8s t8n>> you;<</timed>></div></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><<timed 5s>><div class="bborder"><img src="images\places\unknown.png" alt="Suni" class="center"></div><<nobr>><div class=symboltext2>≼ B U Y ≽</div>
<</nobr>><div class=adborder><div class="picright"><img src="images\events\dream1.jpg"></div><div class=symboltext1>≼ F L A S H ≽</div>A blinding light stuns you, disembodied you see yourself laughing at a party in a fancy suit and bright orange 4-inch heels. A growing symphony of voices echos, <div class="girl">“Shoes'R'Us! Once… In… a… Lifetime DISCOUNTS! Shoes.”</div>
<div class=symboltext1>≼ F L A S H ≽</div> <div class="girl">“Shoes. Don’t you know? Shoes are everything! You can’t have enough…”</div> You’re walking confidently down from the stage as everyone claps, you focus in on your silvery fish skin heels.
<div class=symboltext1>≼ F L A S H ≽</div>The doctor hands you a newborn and there’s a whisper, <div class="girl">“The perfect mother, the perfect shoe at Shoes'R'Us!”</div> you look down and you feel comfortable in your strappy heel. <div class="tborder"><div class="thoughts">Shoes'R'Us... I've really gotta get a pair of heels, why haven't I already?</div></div></div><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Hint: To close Clip-UI click outside the window or the top-right ( X ).</div></div><</timed>><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=tborder><div class=ai><<timed .1s>>loading<</timed>><<timed .2s>>.<</timed>><<timed .3s>>.<</timed>><<timed .4s>>.<</timed>>
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<</timed>>
<<timed .8s t8n>>reversing_be.holder_<span style="color: #ff0000;">sex</span>;
<</timed>><<timed 1s t8n>>...shuffle.revers<span style="color: #ff0000;">ing</span>;
<</timed>>
<<timed 1.5s t8n>>filling{∇O-IDs};
<</timed>><<timed 1.8s t8n>>...evaluate.filled;
<</timed>>
<<timed 2s t8n>>generating_cognitive_skew;
<</timed>><<timed 2.2s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 2.3s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 2.5s t8n>>...<</timed>><<timed 2.7s>>......<</timed>>
<<timed 3s t8n>>...output.generated;
<</timed>>
<<timed 3.7s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 3.8s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4.2s>>......<</timed>><<timed 4.1s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4.4s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4.5s t8n>>.<</timed>>
<<timed 4.8s t8n>> run;<</timed>></div></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><<timed 3s t8n>><div class=symboltext2><<fadein 3s>> ⤜ Y O U ⤛ <</fadein>></div><p style="text-align: center;"><<fadein 4s>>This experience is brought to you by Auto-Journal™ a Clip company. Designed in Slatecity Autonomous Territory.
<</fadein>></p><</timed>><<timed 6s t8n>><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Alert: Our Implant has detected a significant shift in your cognitive and physical stasis.
Please see the <span style="color: #ff0000;">RED</span> zones below for further information.</div></div><div class=ajborder><div class=ai><<nobr>>
<<if $job is 1>>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p1c.jpg"/></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $job is 2>>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p2c.jpg"/></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $job is 3>>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p3c.jpg"/>></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $job is 4>>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p4c.jpg"/></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>Journal Tag ∹≍ Into the Unknown
Date ∹≍ 3/23/2051
Name ∹≍ $name
Gender ∹≍ M<span style="color: #ff0000;">⍺</span>le ( ♂ )
Chemical Profile ∹≍ <span style="color: #ff0000;">Exotic Docile</span>
Persona ∹≍ <span style="color: #ff0000;">Unknown / Heroic</span>
Orientation ∹≍ Straight ( ⚤ )
</div></div><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Alert: See the following report for data on your previous recorded state.</div></div><div class=ajborder><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- PREVIOUS ID --</div>" t8n>><<nobr>>
<<if $job is 1>>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p1b.jpg"/></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $job is 2>>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p2b.jpg"/></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $job is 3>>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p3b.jpg"/>></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $job is 4>>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p4b.jpg"/></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<div class=ai>Journal Tag ∹≍ Adding Insult to Injury
Date ∹≍ 3/1/2051
Name ∹≍ $name
Gender ∹≍ Male ( ♂ )
Chemical Profile ∹≍ Standard Subdued
Persona ∹≍ Everyman
Orientation ∹≍ Straight ( ⚤ )
</div><</linkreplace>><</timed>><<timed 8s t8n>><div class="ajborder">Your face in the window in front of you flashes, refreshing multiple times. Your auto-generated self nods to you and begins to speak with a voice that is slightly different than your voice. It's higher; it reminds you of your teenage voice. It looks like you, but not exactly like you, the face is more feminine than you remember your face being.
<div class=boy>Narrative Events ∹≍
⌥ I got something like a virus, the CTC agents, Graf and Rhea, escorted me to their archology.
⌥ I met a kid named florin. Then I met a technician named Haru.
⌥ I signed a contract and started my maintenance scan. It went poorly.
⌥ I woke up in a cell and found my way to a hyphopad full of nanites, I met Bree. She entered me.</div>
<div class=girl>⌥ We jumped through a window into a tank of hormone and bio-fluid used for making prefabs. It was disgusting.
⌥ We got shot, but our enhanced nanites healed my body quickly.
⌥ We met the famous chairman Viyaan, I grabbed his hand and spread Bree's nanites to him.
⌥ We were shot again. There's a void here.</div>
<div class=boy>⌥ I've been asleep, for a long time. </div>
</div><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Hint: To close Clip-UI click outside the window or the top-right ( X ).</div></div><</timed>><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=tborder><div class=ai><<timed .1s>>loading<</timed>><<timed .2s>>.<</timed>><<timed .3s>>.<</timed>><<timed .4s>>.<</timed>>
<<timed .6s t8n>>...<</timed>><<timed .7s t8n>>retinal-ui_windowname=auto-journal02;
<</timed>>
<<timed .8s t8n>>reversing_be.holder_lens;
<</timed>><<timed 1s t8n>>...shuffle.reversed;
<</timed>>
<<timed 1.5s t8n>>filling{∇O-IDs};
<</timed>><<timed 1.8s t8n>>...evaluate.filled;
<</timed>>
<<timed 2s t8n>>generating_cognitive_skew;
<</timed>><<timed 2.2s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 2.3s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 2.5s t8n>>...<</timed>><<timed 2.7s>>......<</timed>>
<<timed 3s t8n>>...output.generated;
<</timed>>
<<timed 3.7s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 3.8s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4.2s>>......<</timed>><<timed 4.1s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4.4s t8n>>.<</timed>><<timed 4.5s t8n>>.<</timed>>
<<timed 4.8s t8n>> run;<</timed>></div></div><div class=bottomborder5></div><<timed 3s t8n>><div class=symboltext2><<fadein 3s>> ⤜ Y O U ⤛ <</fadein>></div><p style="text-align: center;"><<fadein 4s>>This experience is brought to you by Auto-Journal™ a Clip company. Designed in Slatecity Autonomous Territory.
<</fadein>></p><</timed>><<timed 6s t8n>><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Alert: Our Implant has detected a significant shift in your cognitive and physical stasis.
Please see the <span style="color: #ff0000;">RED</span> zones below for further information.</div></div><div class=ajborder><div class=ai><div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\player prefab\pf1.jpg"/></div>
Journal Tag ∹≍ New Body New Life
Date ∹≍ 3/23/2051
Name ∹≍ $name
Gender ∹≍ <span style="color: #ff0000;">Feminine Undistinguished ( ⚥ )</span>
Chemical Profile ∹≍ <span style="color: #ff0000;">Prefabricated Stable</span>
Persona ∹≍ <span style="color: #ff0000;">Unknown / Rebellious</span>
Orientation ∹≍ <span style="color: #ff0000;">Undetermined ( ⍤ )</span>
</div></div><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Alert: See the following report for data on your previous recorded state.</div></div><div class=ajborder><<linkreplace "<div class=ai>-- PREVIOUS ID --</div>" t8n>><<nobr>>
<<if $job is 1>>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p1b.jpg"/></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $job is 2>>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p2b.jpg"/></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $job is 3>>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p3b.jpg"/>></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $job is 4>>
<div class="portrait-right"><img src="images\people\portraits\characters\p4b.jpg"/></div>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<div class=ai>Journal Tag ∹≍ Adding Insult to Injury
Date ∹≍ 3/1/2051
Name ∹≍ $name
Gender ∹≍ Male ( ♂ )
Chemical Profile ∹≍ Standard Subdued
Persona ∹≍ Everyman
Orientation ∹≍ Straight ( ⚤ )
</div><</linkreplace>><</timed>><<timed 8s t8n>><div class="ajborder">A face in the window in front of you flashes, refreshing multiple times. This auto-generated person, nods to you and begins to speak with a voice that is completely different from your voice. It's a girls voice. They're pretty, but you don't know why this face has been selected by your Auto-Journal.
<div class=girl>Narrative Events ∹≍
⌥ INDEX deleted...
⌥ Starting new log...
</div>
</div><div class=pborder><div class=adai>Hint: To close Clip-UI click outside the window or the top-right ( X ).</div></div><</timed>><div class=bottomborder3></div><div class=bottomborder4></div><div class=bottomborder5></div>