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Disclaimer #1: If you are biased or tech-pobic/AI-pobic, this is not for you!
Though the story is an original and fully from my own mind, I've used AI (LLM) profoundly, as my editor, copyrighter, and (mostly) as my English-language enhancer. The AI also allowed me to somewhat bypass my disability and write more then my physics allows me. It wasn't a quick or easy, but I thought my AI the general style I was aiming for. It's not yet even close to perfect, but I think it's a very good start,
Disclaimer #2: Trigger Alert! This is a very dark fantasy, situated in my imaginary TDGrid universe. Any relation to reality should NEVER exist! This story goes as dark as it gets! It includes elements of Sexual abuse, rape, physical And mental torture, sadism, entrapment, insex (in a way), de-humanization, and more!
I will appreciate your thought.
Hopefully, You'll like it, and I will be motivated to post the rest of it here.
Enjoy! 🙂
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G37 stood next to J882's left hip. She reached at one of the medical carts behind her, and picked up a device shaped like a smoothed double sided mushroom, its surface cool and slick to the touch, made of soft, medical-grade silicone. It had a long, thin tube attached to one end. She connected the tube to a small, recessed port beneath the table where Mila was restrained.
J882 begged again, "What are you doing?! What is that? Please... please stop!"... But no word was spoken back.
G37 then reached over J882's vagina, and with clinical precision, parted the delicate folds using the side of her gloved fingers. The device was brought close, its tip catching a glint of overhead light before being pressed softly against the entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she began to slide it inside, barely applying pressure, as if trying not to disturb a sleeping patient. The gentleness felt almost mocking to J882, who found the sterile care more dehumanizing than roughness would have been. Her muscles tensed involuntarily, but G37 remained silent, methodical, easing the device fully in with practiced calm.
"You Pervert!" J882 screamed to no one in particular. "Fucking pervert!" she wept.
"Thanks!" N717 replied, "But... don't worry, the fun is just beginning." She picked her tablet "Let's see..., level... 3... Yes, 3 should be a good start."
"Wait! Wh..." J882 felt something warming up inside of her, then it started to move... it vibrated and grooved, like waves on a small calm lake, it was pleasant. And she hated it! "Fuck youuuuuu!" she shouted, her voice breaking. It felt good, too good, and that was the worst part. This wasn’t supposed to feel good. It was wrong. And yet her body didn’t care.
She closed her eyes "No... please... no..." Something died inside of her.
And then, beneath the surface, something else began to awaken. The Mushroom's rhythm had changed—gentler now, slower, like a lover’s whisper against her insides. The pulsing waves rolled through her core with maddening subtlety, each one brushing against a place she never gave permission to feel. Her lips parted, not from desire but from the sheer shock of how good it felt. Her thighs twitched, her toes curled, and for one horrible second, she felt her body lean into it. No sound escaped, but it wanted to. A moan sat behind her tongue, trembling to be born. Her nipples hardened, her belly tensed, and a warmth spread through her lower belly that had no place in this nightmare. But she swallowed it—barely. Her expression froze in grim defiance, the trembling corners of her mouth threatening to smile. It didn’t happen. She didn’t break. But it had been close. So close.
"Okay. Sensors and monitors on." N717 tapped at her tablet. The monitors no longer showing Lena, now showing J882's slim body. Her face (and armpits) almost relaxed...
"Please, stop..." J882 weakened voice whispered.
"G39, G38, Feet, Full level 2, now!" N717 Ordered.
J882 gasped, "Nno..." , as she felt two fingers dancing over her soles, sliding up from the center to the pads, down toward the base of her heels, then back up again with slight of variations. All her muscle tensed! Her body begged to surrender, but she fought it. She had to. She needed to..
N717 watched in delight, "Anyone wanna bet? I say... 2 minutes."
J882 was breathing fast, -please God help me- her mind beamed to the void, but nothing changed, nothing helped, nothing stopped!
"Come on, show me your beautiful smile!" N717 teased.
J882's face twitched, her body wanted to let go, so much! -Maybe if I will smile, it'll stop- no, no, if she will let go, she will never be able to come back! Her mind raced!
"pfff... I hate losing." N717 said and then ordered "Feet to full level 5. G34 and G35, armpits level 3 — now!"
At that moment, everything changed... 4 fingers ran over J882's soles, pinching the arcs, sliding between her toes, like millions of ants swarming every nerve. On her armpits, 3 fingers "walking" in place right at the center, right there where the hollows should be, if only her arms weren't so stretched.
It didn't take 2 seconds, not even one, as she finally burst into a scream and collapsed... "Noooooooooo-aaaaaaa!!!! hehe....hehehehaa-ha-hhe... Eeeck... hehehehehe-e...h.... Eeec-k Nhehehehe-h.... Eee-c-k... H-a-hehehehe-h...." she laughed, her body weakening with every bit of laughter.
"Oh hun', I knew that you have such a beautiful smile! And you have dimples!" N717 was truly enjoying herself.
"Eeekcc... H-n-Heheheheeeh... Eeek-e... Ple-hehehehe-k... Eeeec-k... Hhhehehe-s-s-t.... kk-Eeec-e-k... Hehehehehh-Hpp..." J882 desperately wanted to beg, wanted to breath, wanted to die... "Eeece... Hehehehe-hh..." She tried "Eek-k-eee... G-G-hehehehe-hk...kkk..." and failed.
<Ding> was chime that sounded by one of the speakers. "Yes!" N717 announced "Your first orgasm! 19 more to go." She pressed another control and the Mushroom went to level 4.
On the right-most screen, the vibration of the device inside of J882 could be seen with the naked eye. At the lower part, fingers were mercilessly tickling her feet, methodically.
On the left-most screen, J882's face contorted in laughter, her expression a twisted mix of joy and torment. Her armpits twitched as cruel fingers worked rhythmically into the hollows, deepening the helplessness in her eyes.
N717 watched the middle screen closely, where J882's belly spasmed in sync with her laughter. From her angle, J882's small breasts looked even flatter than usual, gently pressed outward by her lying position. Her nipples, stiffened by the cool air, a bit larger than you'd expect on such a small chest, stood out like firm little islands on the soft surface. Each burst of laughter sent a subtle ripple across them, a trembling reminder of her total lack of control.
"eek... Hehehehe-h-h... E-eek... H-heheheheeh-ch... h-eeE... He-hhehehehe-h..." J882 was exhausted, the volume of her laughter weakening, becoming thin and raspy. Her chest rose with growing difficulty, each inhale shallower than the last. The tickling didn’t stop. Her lungs burned, and her breathing muscles seized, twitching out of sync. She couldn’t catch a breath. It wasn’t just laughter anymore—it was drowning in air she couldn’t reach. Her head began to swim, spots dancing in her vision, and her body twitched with growing panic. She was nearing the edge of respiratory failure, and no one even slowed down.
She must admit, N717 thought, she found this quite arousing. Her body responded with an embarrassing urgency, and a small wave of guilt washed over her. She should be punished for this. She wanted to be punished for this. But she couldn’t stop herself. Not now. Not while J882's suffering body looked so... perfect. She walked slowly toward the trembling figure, eyes locked on the spasming belly, the jerking thighs, the twitching toes.
<Ding, #2>
As she drew closer, a soft electronic chime echoed through the room. Orgasm number two. Almost immediately, a thin stream of clear-yellow fluid began to run down the inner tube, from the base of the Mushroom to the drainage port below. J882's bladder had surrendered ompletely.
A sharp tone cut through the air. N717's gaze narrowed slightly, her smile curling tighter. "G34," she said, without looking away from the screen, "oxygen." The fingers in J882’s right armpit paused. A mask was brought swiftly to her face, sealed, a gentle hiss filling her ears. A second later, the fingers resumed their merciless rhythm, as if nothing had ever happened."
It helped, not by much, but it helped. J882 was still trapped in her dolphin-like squeaky laughter, "Eaeeek... heHehehehhe... Eheec... Hehe-he-kk... Eeeeeck... Hehehheh...", as the oxygen cooled her burning lungs. A sliver of clarity returned to her throbbing head, just enough to realize the nightmare wasn't ending anytime soon.
<Ding, #3> A microsecond of unwilling "joy" faded away before she was even aware of it... and another <Ding, #4>...
N717 giggled—she couldn't help herself. For a fleeting moment, it felt like she was the one strapped to the table, overwhelmed, consumed, and she loved it. The thought alone sent a tingle down her spine. Her thighs clenched with need, but she shoved the craving down. Not now. She had a role to play. She straightened her posture, exhaled slowly, and forced the authority back into her voice.
"Stop!"
Her command cut through the haze like a blade. Instantly, all tickling ceased. But J882 didn’t even notice. She was still laughing, her face frozen in that horrid grin, her body jolting with phantom sensations. The torment had burrowed so deep she couldn’t tell the difference anymore. Her mind was still trapped. Only the gentle hum of the Mushroom remained, continuing its slow, relentless rhythm inside her.
It took nearly a full minute before her laughter began to fade. Oxygen slowly worked its way into her lungs, cooling the burn, restoring a fraction of her strength. Second by second, the manic laughter gave way to broken giggles, the giggles cracking under their own weight and crumbling into sobs. Her chest heaved as her body tried to remember how to cry properly, but even now, some part of her kept twitching—like her nerves hadn’t yet gotten the message that the torment had paused.
<Ding, #5>
"G37, remove the Mushroom. Prep it for re-insertion," N717 said, her voice low and almost calm. She didn’t break eye contact with J882, whose bloodshot eyes blinked slowly, unfocused. "Let’s give her a minute. We need to go over a few ground rules."
****
Lena woke up all alone, still strapped to the same table where she had screamed about an hour before. Her arms ached from the tension, her back damp with sweat against the synthetic padding. She was unaware of the many digital "eyes" silently monitoring her vitals, her posture, even her breathing patterns. She had betrayed Mother Russia. She had told them everything. But the worst part wasn’t what she gave them, it was that she had betrayed herself. And she knew it.
She felt empty, physically and mentally. Never before had she felt so vulnerable, so stripped of control, so utterly useless. She had always prepared herself for the day she’d be caught; it was inevitable. But it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Her tongue wandered to the spot where a tooth used to be—the one that would’ve made her a hero. Now it was just an empty space, like her.
A meter away of Lena's feet, the three embedded screens flickered to life. Without warning, they began cycling through a garish slideshow, PowerPoint-like, celebratory. Frame after frame showcased the 'highlights' of Mila's torment: her face locked in hysterical laughter, her muscles straining, her eyes begging for mercy that never came. Transitions swirled between clips, some set to cheerful animations, as if it were a festive event.
It broke Lena’s heart.
The slideshow danced on, shamelessly proud of its content. There were close-ups of Mila’s face twisted in euphoric agony, her mouth stretched in impossible laughter, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. One frame showed her wide-eyed and frozen mid-scream, while another played a burst loop of her giggling uncontrollably, unable to speak, think, or even beg.
Several slides focused on her bare armpits being invaded by synchronized fingers, clinical, relentless. Others captured her toes flexing in panic, feet trembling under unending stimulation. Her belly was shown rippling with convulsions, her abs fluttering like she was trembling apart from the inside. Her small, sweaty breasts quivered with each jolt of laughter, her nipples visibly stiff from a mix of cool air and overstimulation. There were even flashes of her vagina, flushed and twitching from the internal motion of the Mushroom, paired with biometric readouts confirming her orgasms, complete, undeniable, and entirely forced.
Mila had been reduced to something barely human, a twitching, spasming body that laughed, moaned, and leaked in rhythm. The slideshow didn’t present it as horror. It celebrated her unraveling like a victory. A party.
Lena would never admit it, not even to herself, but she had truly loved Mila like a daughter. And now her daughter had become their entertainment.
A single tear slid down her temple, but she didn’t sob. She didn’t scream. She simply stared, broken.
Then, the voice came.
"Interrogation complete. Subject J883 is no longer of critical intelligence value. Two pathways remain:
Option one: disposal. You will be retained for indefinite experimental sessions. You will not be granted freedom, nor sanity.
Option two: rehabilitation. Through successive treatments, your mind will be restructured. You will be re-educated, and in time, you will be made a functional citizen of TDGrid. If you choose this path, your first assignment will be reprocessing subject J882. She will be reshaped, with your help, into a true asset of our system.
Choose."
Lena didn’t speak. She didn’t nod. She simply exhaled, eyes still damp, and let her silence speak for her.
A soft chime acknowledged her choice.
"Welcome, J883," the voice returned, colder now, resolved. "Prepare for reprogramming."
Somewhere far away, a door slid open.
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See you, in chapter 3 🙂
Though the story is an original and fully from my own mind, I've used AI (LLM) profoundly, as my editor, copyrighter, and (mostly) as my English-language enhancer. The AI also allowed me to somewhat bypass my disability and write more then my physics allows me. It wasn't a quick or easy, but I thought my AI the general style I was aiming for. It's not yet even close to perfect, but I think it's a very good start,
Disclaimer #2: Trigger Alert! This is a very dark fantasy, situated in my imaginary TDGrid universe. Any relation to reality should NEVER exist! This story goes as dark as it gets! It includes elements of Sexual abuse, rape, physical And mental torture, sadism, entrapment, insex (in a way), de-humanization, and more!
I will appreciate your thought.
Hopefully, You'll like it, and I will be motivated to post the rest of it here.
Enjoy! 🙂
********************************************************************************
G37 stood next to J882's left hip. She reached at one of the medical carts behind her, and picked up a device shaped like a smoothed double sided mushroom, its surface cool and slick to the touch, made of soft, medical-grade silicone. It had a long, thin tube attached to one end. She connected the tube to a small, recessed port beneath the table where Mila was restrained.
J882 begged again, "What are you doing?! What is that? Please... please stop!"... But no word was spoken back.
G37 then reached over J882's vagina, and with clinical precision, parted the delicate folds using the side of her gloved fingers. The device was brought close, its tip catching a glint of overhead light before being pressed softly against the entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she began to slide it inside, barely applying pressure, as if trying not to disturb a sleeping patient. The gentleness felt almost mocking to J882, who found the sterile care more dehumanizing than roughness would have been. Her muscles tensed involuntarily, but G37 remained silent, methodical, easing the device fully in with practiced calm.
"You Pervert!" J882 screamed to no one in particular. "Fucking pervert!" she wept.
"Thanks!" N717 replied, "But... don't worry, the fun is just beginning." She picked her tablet "Let's see..., level... 3... Yes, 3 should be a good start."
"Wait! Wh..." J882 felt something warming up inside of her, then it started to move... it vibrated and grooved, like waves on a small calm lake, it was pleasant. And she hated it! "Fuck youuuuuu!" she shouted, her voice breaking. It felt good, too good, and that was the worst part. This wasn’t supposed to feel good. It was wrong. And yet her body didn’t care.
She closed her eyes "No... please... no..." Something died inside of her.
And then, beneath the surface, something else began to awaken. The Mushroom's rhythm had changed—gentler now, slower, like a lover’s whisper against her insides. The pulsing waves rolled through her core with maddening subtlety, each one brushing against a place she never gave permission to feel. Her lips parted, not from desire but from the sheer shock of how good it felt. Her thighs twitched, her toes curled, and for one horrible second, she felt her body lean into it. No sound escaped, but it wanted to. A moan sat behind her tongue, trembling to be born. Her nipples hardened, her belly tensed, and a warmth spread through her lower belly that had no place in this nightmare. But she swallowed it—barely. Her expression froze in grim defiance, the trembling corners of her mouth threatening to smile. It didn’t happen. She didn’t break. But it had been close. So close.
"Okay. Sensors and monitors on." N717 tapped at her tablet. The monitors no longer showing Lena, now showing J882's slim body. Her face (and armpits) almost relaxed...
"Please, stop..." J882 weakened voice whispered.
"G39, G38, Feet, Full level 2, now!" N717 Ordered.
J882 gasped, "Nno..." , as she felt two fingers dancing over her soles, sliding up from the center to the pads, down toward the base of her heels, then back up again with slight of variations. All her muscle tensed! Her body begged to surrender, but she fought it. She had to. She needed to..
N717 watched in delight, "Anyone wanna bet? I say... 2 minutes."
J882 was breathing fast, -please God help me- her mind beamed to the void, but nothing changed, nothing helped, nothing stopped!
"Come on, show me your beautiful smile!" N717 teased.
J882's face twitched, her body wanted to let go, so much! -Maybe if I will smile, it'll stop- no, no, if she will let go, she will never be able to come back! Her mind raced!
"pfff... I hate losing." N717 said and then ordered "Feet to full level 5. G34 and G35, armpits level 3 — now!"
At that moment, everything changed... 4 fingers ran over J882's soles, pinching the arcs, sliding between her toes, like millions of ants swarming every nerve. On her armpits, 3 fingers "walking" in place right at the center, right there where the hollows should be, if only her arms weren't so stretched.
It didn't take 2 seconds, not even one, as she finally burst into a scream and collapsed... "Noooooooooo-aaaaaaa!!!! hehe....hehehehaa-ha-hhe... Eeeck... hehehehehe-e...h.... Eeec-k Nhehehehe-h.... Eee-c-k... H-a-hehehehe-h...." she laughed, her body weakening with every bit of laughter.
"Oh hun', I knew that you have such a beautiful smile! And you have dimples!" N717 was truly enjoying herself.
"Eeekcc... H-n-Heheheheeeh... Eeek-e... Ple-hehehehe-k... Eeeec-k... Hhhehehe-s-s-t.... kk-Eeec-e-k... Hehehehehh-Hpp..." J882 desperately wanted to beg, wanted to breath, wanted to die... "Eeece... Hehehehe-hh..." She tried "Eek-k-eee... G-G-hehehehe-hk...kkk..." and failed.
<Ding> was chime that sounded by one of the speakers. "Yes!" N717 announced "Your first orgasm! 19 more to go." She pressed another control and the Mushroom went to level 4.
On the right-most screen, the vibration of the device inside of J882 could be seen with the naked eye. At the lower part, fingers were mercilessly tickling her feet, methodically.
On the left-most screen, J882's face contorted in laughter, her expression a twisted mix of joy and torment. Her armpits twitched as cruel fingers worked rhythmically into the hollows, deepening the helplessness in her eyes.
N717 watched the middle screen closely, where J882's belly spasmed in sync with her laughter. From her angle, J882's small breasts looked even flatter than usual, gently pressed outward by her lying position. Her nipples, stiffened by the cool air, a bit larger than you'd expect on such a small chest, stood out like firm little islands on the soft surface. Each burst of laughter sent a subtle ripple across them, a trembling reminder of her total lack of control.
"eek... Hehehehe-h-h... E-eek... H-heheheheeh-ch... h-eeE... He-hhehehehe-h..." J882 was exhausted, the volume of her laughter weakening, becoming thin and raspy. Her chest rose with growing difficulty, each inhale shallower than the last. The tickling didn’t stop. Her lungs burned, and her breathing muscles seized, twitching out of sync. She couldn’t catch a breath. It wasn’t just laughter anymore—it was drowning in air she couldn’t reach. Her head began to swim, spots dancing in her vision, and her body twitched with growing panic. She was nearing the edge of respiratory failure, and no one even slowed down.
She must admit, N717 thought, she found this quite arousing. Her body responded with an embarrassing urgency, and a small wave of guilt washed over her. She should be punished for this. She wanted to be punished for this. But she couldn’t stop herself. Not now. Not while J882's suffering body looked so... perfect. She walked slowly toward the trembling figure, eyes locked on the spasming belly, the jerking thighs, the twitching toes.
<Ding, #2>
As she drew closer, a soft electronic chime echoed through the room. Orgasm number two. Almost immediately, a thin stream of clear-yellow fluid began to run down the inner tube, from the base of the Mushroom to the drainage port below. J882's bladder had surrendered ompletely.
A sharp tone cut through the air. N717's gaze narrowed slightly, her smile curling tighter. "G34," she said, without looking away from the screen, "oxygen." The fingers in J882’s right armpit paused. A mask was brought swiftly to her face, sealed, a gentle hiss filling her ears. A second later, the fingers resumed their merciless rhythm, as if nothing had ever happened."
It helped, not by much, but it helped. J882 was still trapped in her dolphin-like squeaky laughter, "Eaeeek... heHehehehhe... Eheec... Hehe-he-kk... Eeeeeck... Hehehheh...", as the oxygen cooled her burning lungs. A sliver of clarity returned to her throbbing head, just enough to realize the nightmare wasn't ending anytime soon.
<Ding, #3> A microsecond of unwilling "joy" faded away before she was even aware of it... and another <Ding, #4>...
N717 giggled—she couldn't help herself. For a fleeting moment, it felt like she was the one strapped to the table, overwhelmed, consumed, and she loved it. The thought alone sent a tingle down her spine. Her thighs clenched with need, but she shoved the craving down. Not now. She had a role to play. She straightened her posture, exhaled slowly, and forced the authority back into her voice.
"Stop!"
Her command cut through the haze like a blade. Instantly, all tickling ceased. But J882 didn’t even notice. She was still laughing, her face frozen in that horrid grin, her body jolting with phantom sensations. The torment had burrowed so deep she couldn’t tell the difference anymore. Her mind was still trapped. Only the gentle hum of the Mushroom remained, continuing its slow, relentless rhythm inside her.
It took nearly a full minute before her laughter began to fade. Oxygen slowly worked its way into her lungs, cooling the burn, restoring a fraction of her strength. Second by second, the manic laughter gave way to broken giggles, the giggles cracking under their own weight and crumbling into sobs. Her chest heaved as her body tried to remember how to cry properly, but even now, some part of her kept twitching—like her nerves hadn’t yet gotten the message that the torment had paused.
<Ding, #5>
"G37, remove the Mushroom. Prep it for re-insertion," N717 said, her voice low and almost calm. She didn’t break eye contact with J882, whose bloodshot eyes blinked slowly, unfocused. "Let’s give her a minute. We need to go over a few ground rules."
****
Lena woke up all alone, still strapped to the same table where she had screamed about an hour before. Her arms ached from the tension, her back damp with sweat against the synthetic padding. She was unaware of the many digital "eyes" silently monitoring her vitals, her posture, even her breathing patterns. She had betrayed Mother Russia. She had told them everything. But the worst part wasn’t what she gave them, it was that she had betrayed herself. And she knew it.
She felt empty, physically and mentally. Never before had she felt so vulnerable, so stripped of control, so utterly useless. She had always prepared herself for the day she’d be caught; it was inevitable. But it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Her tongue wandered to the spot where a tooth used to be—the one that would’ve made her a hero. Now it was just an empty space, like her.
A meter away of Lena's feet, the three embedded screens flickered to life. Without warning, they began cycling through a garish slideshow, PowerPoint-like, celebratory. Frame after frame showcased the 'highlights' of Mila's torment: her face locked in hysterical laughter, her muscles straining, her eyes begging for mercy that never came. Transitions swirled between clips, some set to cheerful animations, as if it were a festive event.
It broke Lena’s heart.
The slideshow danced on, shamelessly proud of its content. There were close-ups of Mila’s face twisted in euphoric agony, her mouth stretched in impossible laughter, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. One frame showed her wide-eyed and frozen mid-scream, while another played a burst loop of her giggling uncontrollably, unable to speak, think, or even beg.
Several slides focused on her bare armpits being invaded by synchronized fingers, clinical, relentless. Others captured her toes flexing in panic, feet trembling under unending stimulation. Her belly was shown rippling with convulsions, her abs fluttering like she was trembling apart from the inside. Her small, sweaty breasts quivered with each jolt of laughter, her nipples visibly stiff from a mix of cool air and overstimulation. There were even flashes of her vagina, flushed and twitching from the internal motion of the Mushroom, paired with biometric readouts confirming her orgasms, complete, undeniable, and entirely forced.
Mila had been reduced to something barely human, a twitching, spasming body that laughed, moaned, and leaked in rhythm. The slideshow didn’t present it as horror. It celebrated her unraveling like a victory. A party.
Lena would never admit it, not even to herself, but she had truly loved Mila like a daughter. And now her daughter had become their entertainment.
A single tear slid down her temple, but she didn’t sob. She didn’t scream. She simply stared, broken.
Then, the voice came.
"Interrogation complete. Subject J883 is no longer of critical intelligence value. Two pathways remain:
Option one: disposal. You will be retained for indefinite experimental sessions. You will not be granted freedom, nor sanity.
Option two: rehabilitation. Through successive treatments, your mind will be restructured. You will be re-educated, and in time, you will be made a functional citizen of TDGrid. If you choose this path, your first assignment will be reprocessing subject J882. She will be reshaped, with your help, into a true asset of our system.
Choose."
Lena didn’t speak. She didn’t nod. She simply exhaled, eyes still damp, and let her silence speak for her.
A soft chime acknowledged her choice.
"Welcome, J883," the voice returned, colder now, resolved. "Prepare for reprogramming."
Somewhere far away, a door slid open.
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See you, in chapter 3 🙂
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