Continuing the story from Full Orientation. The True AR team have to deal with their first major bug in the wild.
BUG LOG 0.0.347 ATTACHMENT
debrief interview with project engineer
initially identified as subject 4 in quarantine zone, backup personality reinstalled per protocol with no reported memory loss of events
Ok, Mark. Let’s get this over with. I know you’ve been through a lot this last couple of days, and we’re glad to have you back. But we need this on record.
So who was this girl, and why was she involved at all. This paperwork says she was… your house sitter, seriously?
Hey, I’m not even going to pretend I didn’t hire her because she was hot. I mean, you saw her Facebook photos. Even before all this happened, she was unbelievable.
So I had the prototype True AR system checked out at home, fully installed and secured. It was all above board, I swear. I just wanted an interesting test subject.
She was 19, well 18 when I first hired her. Dog and house sitting on weekends. I let her know it was all being monitored, got her to sign the usual waiver. Of course, after a few months of subtle adjusting, the fact there were cameras there didn’t matter at all.
She quickly forgot I could see everything at any time. On the rare occasion she remembered, a newly discovered exhibitionist fetish would creep in. Nothing that broke plausible deniability. She was sitting with a pillow in her lap, hiding a hand down her jeans. A little flash when changing out from a rain-soaked shirt. You get the idea.
And where were you? Watching remotely?
Yeah. I’m not a crazy voyeur but I’m not denying there was serious appeal. There were legit reasons for me to be out of town 90% of the time: investor meetings, negotiating our manufacturing contacts in China, and so on.
In fact this last weekend was the only time I’d ever faked leaving town. Set myself up in a hotel the next city over, so I could watch everything in real time.
Uh-huh. I’ll have the boys in legal look over the papers again, but it seems like you’ve covered your ass here. She was unquestionably ‘in control’ up until the other night, and I think we can write this fiasco off as “Act of God”. Count your blessings the courts haven’t come to grips with the whole ‘altering reality vs free will’ question yet.
Now, you’ve got this girl coming by… Ashley? And but this weekend she brings a friend?
Yup, not a total accident. I ‘suggested’ Ashley sneak some booze last month, and she’s been getting more bold as time goes on. This time I just left a 24 pack in the fridge with a post it note that said ‘Enjoy!’
God damn it, Mark. I’ll be damned if we’re brought in on some underage drinking charge. I guess she’s technically no longer 19 now. Last I checked, seemed like ‘Ashley’ was just shy of 25.
That woman in debrief room B is supposed to be 35??
I know, she looks good for her age. Or her new age… or… Well, you know what I mean.
So this time, she brings over a couple of friends: a girl named Megan and some nerdy guy named Josh. Again, not a total accident. On a conscious level, it was to study, order pizza and maybe have a beer or two.
Really, this Josh kid was going to get the best night of his life. I wanted to try out the Automated-Calibration feature we’d been building. Set the system to read what turned him on and nudge reality in that direction.
At first it was just some vanilla stuff. Ashley and Megan teasing each other, some very minor cosmetic tweaks to their looks.
You had the physical alteration safety off?
Didn’t really have a choice, the Auto-Cal system doesn’t support safe modes yet. In my defense, no one but me ever had direct access to the system. At least until their little game of strip poker.
Before that though, Josh’s deeper desires started to creep in. Those girls went from independent to aspiring Stepford wives before pizza even arrived…
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A sales rep for an electronics chain, Luke is used to visiting tech conventions around the country, but it’s one in Hell, Michigan that might just truly corrupt him.
After a freak lightning strike surges through the small TV in his room while testing out an inventor’s remote control, Luke passes out only to wake up with porn on the TV and a porn sized dick in his pants.
Walked in on by the maid, he discovers that no girl can resist it, their bodies and their minds twisting upon laying eyes on it, becoming perverted porn versions of themselves.
Is there a solution to all of this, or are the odds of such a thing little more than A Remote Chance in Hell?
The mysterious and powerful Trance-tory Industries has slipped by under the radar, becoming one of the most powerful corporate entities in the world, integrating themselves into daily life for millions of consumers. There is barely a home around that doesn’t feature a Trance-tory product or service and the time has finally come for the takeover to happen.