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Over the years, because of the many articles and stories that were
written about my gaming prowess, the press anointed me with absurd
sobriquet of The Gaming Master. It was reported, somewhat erroneously,
that I had never lost a game of any sort, whether it was a board game,
video game or sports. In truth my prowess at sports was limited, but I
had indeed mastered most other forms of gaming. And my prowess along
with my celebrity became the wellspring of my rather considerable
fortune. After thirty odd years of gaming I was at the point in my
career where I mostly lent my name to new gaming ventures or tested new
games to ascertain their market potential. My personal life had always
taken a back seat to my passion for gaming, leaving me with four broken
marriages, a dozen ex-lovers and no family.
As I sat on my back deck looking out over my well manicured backyard
and Olympic size swimming pool I realized that I was bored. Bored of
games and bored of life. If I could only find the perfect woman my life
would be - well, perfect.
That's when I received the text message from an unidentifiable number.
It read "have developed a unique game involving life size physical
avatars, Not virtual. Simple rules. High level of difficulty.
Interested? Text Y or N in next three minutes to continue."
Who the hell got my cell phone number, I wondered. I texted back, "Who
is this?"
No response. After three minutes the text disappeared from my phone. I
started searching the internet for companies that might be involved in
this sort of game development. Only one hit, a company called Change
Inc. with no listed address or contact information. Their web site
consisted of a single page, which featured an image of a gorgeous young
woman at a bar laughing - apparently at something one of her several
handsome admirers had said. The tag line read "Life Changing Games"
which seemed to me to be a rather grandiose proclamation to make.
At the bottom were the words "Physical Avatar Technology: Beyond the
Virtual"
My phone buzzed. There was another text. It read "Are you intrigued?
Respond Y or N" I searched the phone number but came up with nothing. I
deleted the text. Obviously spam.
About a week later, I got a call from Joy, my first wife. We hadn't
spoken in years.
"Hey," she said casually, "bad time?"
"Not at all, what's new in your life? Remarried?"
"No," she laughed, "you cured me of that. I called to apologize. You
see, I work a for a new gaming start up and I mentioned I knew you. The
sales guy thought that was a green light to try to bring you on board.
Have you gotten any calls or texts from us? It's called Change Inc."
I told her about the spam texts and she said she was mortified.
"I'm really sorry, Jack. Really. It's not your kind of thing at all. A
little strange, to tell the truth. But oh my god, this thing is going
to change everything."
"Hence the name," I ventured. "Something this game changing sounds
interesting. Tell me more."
She said because the game and its technology were still in testing she
couldn't really tell an outsider too much. She was obviously pumping me
for an investment. But what the hell.
"How much to buy into the project?"
"We can't - I can't - take your money Jack. You don't even know what
you'd be buying into here."
Joy had played hard to get when I met her as well. She knew better than
most that I was really only interested in things just out of my reach.
We talked around the whole subject for a few minutes, as I played a
game of chess against myself. I had just knocked the white queen off
the board when she finally came to the point.
"Because of your stature in the gaming community, your endorsement
would mean a lot when we put this out there," she said in her best 'I
just thought of this' voice. "But first you'd probably want to try out
the new tech. Could you come by tonight around 10?"
I said I'd rearrange my schedule, though in truth I had nothing going
on. Just a review for a gaming magazine for another in a long series of
virtual reality war games. Something that had long ago ceased to
interest me. I was curious what a physical avatar would be, and she had
carefully avoided answering that question. "It's proprietary hardware,"
was all she had to say about that.
I arrived at the address Joy had given me half an hour before our
agreed upon time. A good gamer scopes out the terrain before the game
commences. The building was an old dilapidated warehouse. Not
surprising for a startup company. I checked around the back of the
building and found a delivery port, with a door that had not been
closed all the way. Tsk Tsk. Not the sort of thing a potential investor
would be happy about. I snuck inside and scoped the area for cameras.
Not finding any I began my exploration of the premises. Most of the
doors were locked except one. It opened into a large board room with
long glass table. Joy was standing at the far end.
"Twenty two minutes and thirty seconds early Jack, that means you are
seven minutes later than I estimated. Welcome. I knew you'd enjoy
finding your own way in."
God, I couldn't believe she knew me so well. We had only been married
for three years. The divorce was far from amicable and she got very
little money out of it, thanks to an Iron clad prenuptial agreement.
But she seemed to have landed on her her feet. Her hair, once sandy
brown and a beautiful mess was now deep mahogany and pulled back into a
very professional high bun. Her makeup, too, projected a feminine
strength and seriousness that I frankly never knew she had. She was
wearing a white suit jacket over a simple white blouse with white
pants. She didn't just work here, I realized. This was her company. She
left the head of the table to come around and give me a very antiseptic
hug.
"I'm so thrilled you're here," she said, "you wouldn't believe how hard
we've worked to get this concept working and ready for the public. And
now I can show it off to you."
I could tell the lines had been carefully rehearsed. I was being
played. I knew it and she knew I knew it. In time, if this - whatever
it was supposed to be, had any intrinsic value, I would probably buy it
out from under her rather than just invest in it. But the next move was
hers.
We traded pleasantries for a moment - idle chatter about people we once
knew, then she opened up her bag and pulled out a handful of papers and
a pen.
"What's this?" I asked.
"A formality," she laughed pleasantly, "This one says you are not
allowed to reveal any of our trade secrets when you leave here. This
one is your permission to operate one of our next generation avatars in
a testing capacity. The rest is pretty much proforma legal stuff.
Personally, I told them you would be doing this as a favor for an old
friend, but the legal department insisted that all our beta testers had
to sign the same agreements. I hope you don't mind."
I scanned through the documents. They seemed pretty standard. But I
hesitated. Something didn't seem right about this whole thing.
"You won't hurt my feelings if you don't want to sign," she said, "but
then I couldn't show you the project and I do so want you to see what
we've created. I think you'll be blown away. I couldn't work on this
project without thinking of you and wondering what you'd think."
What the hell, I thought, there couldn't be anything in these that my
lawyers couldn't destroy if it came to that. She must not have done her
homework as well as I had supposed. Without a Notary or witness the
agreements wouldn't stand up very long in court. So much for her legal
department. I signed.
"Now do I get to see this amazing gaming tech?"
She smiled and guided me out of the room to another filled with
computers. She logged me into one directly in front of a large window
that looked into a dark room. In the darkness I could see what looked
like people's bodies.
I knew immediately what they were. They were sexbots - androids
programmed for human pleasure. They had been outlawed for over ten
years, and had fallen out of fashion at least ten before that.
"Sexbots?" I sneered. "That's your great secret? Not only are those
illegal and antique, but dangerous."
"You should know, right? How many do you still have hidden away?"
I chose not to respond.
"But this are different. We've evolved the technology. When the
synthetic cells are integrated with living organic material over time
the result is a totally new paradigm. The medical uses alone for our
technology could be ground breaking."
My eyes narrowed. "Are you saying these things are living beings?"
She turned the lights on in the room that contained what looked like
dozens of human bodies.
"Almost. But they lack a consciousness to guide them. Without that,
they are still only capable of executing their original programming.
But with a human consciousness connected to them, they could function
and perform in a manner indistinguishable from an ordinary person."
"So these are the physical avatars for your game? Interesting. But
slightly disquieting. How does the player interface with them."
Joy gave me a almost evil grin. "We'll get to that part. First, you
have to design your avatar. Age, size, coloring. All the basics. The
original nanotechnology of the avatars allows them to morph to your
specifications. We'll, I'm sure you are already aware of that
particular attribute."
The computer screen showed an illustration of a basic human form, with
boxes to type the specifications into. I turned to Joy.
"How can I design an avatar when I don't know the kind of tasks that
need to be performed? Seems like a basic prerequisite."
She shrugged. "Slight alterations can be made during the game. The
rules are not given to the players until gameplay begins."
I turned back to the screen to start filling in the boxes. The first
choice was gender. Male, female, genderfluid. But the only choice I
could select was female. When I asked why that was, Joy said it was the
only functioning option at this point in development. I typed in the
attributes I wanted my female avatar to have. Just about every
attribute needed to be given a value: height, weight, bra size, waist
size, length and color of hair, lip fullness, eye color. I even had to
choose the size and roundness of the ass. Basically I described the
perfect woman - young and beautiful. When I was finished I clicked on
the 'transform' button and stared through the window waiting for one of
the avatars to transform to my specifications. There was nothing
happening that I could see. After a few minutes I turned back to Joy.
"Am I missing something? Isn't one of them supposed to change?" I
asked, a bit irritated. Also to make matters worse, I was beginning to
feel sick to my stomach. Must have been something I ate, I thought.
"Actually, something is happening. You see, we've actually been
unsuccessful so far connecting a conscious mind to the sexbots."
The room began to spin as my insides were churning. Every part of me
felt like it was on being torn apart. Joy pushed a key on the computer
and the image on the screen changed. It showed a photograph of me
overlaid by the drawing of the avatar.
"So we went in another direction with the research," Joy continued
speaking, partying no attention to my sickness. "We found that by
introducing the mutant synthetic cells into a human being and giving
them a little time, we could actually -"
I was having a hard time listening to her. Something was happening to
my penis and my balls. It felt like they were being sucked inside my
body. I pushed my hand into my pants and tried to grab hold of my
manhood, but it pulled away into what I realized was the beginnings of
a vagina. My hips and buttocks were expanding, Even my pecs were
ballooning outward. "What the fuck, Joy?" I screamed in a voice higher
than I expected. I fell to my hands and knees in pain. My hair, which
was growing longer fell over my eyes. I began crying.
"At first I couldn't figure out how to introduce the mutant cells into
your body, without your being aware. But then I discovered you get
regular B12 shots. Bingo, I thought. So for almost a year now you've
been getting regular doses of our mutant cells injected into your 'oh
so manly' body. These new cells have been replicating and replacing
your original cells, and waiting for instructions on how to realign
themselves."
As I stared at my hands on the floor, I could see them growing smaller
- daintier. My fingernails were growing longer as well.
"Those instructions were supplied via the computer interface.that you
just filled in. You see, you yourself are the physical avatar. You
probably aren't able to take in too much information at the moment, the
process seems to be a bit painful, but the rules of the game will be
supplied to you later by text. You will be competing with three other
players. The stakes are your fortune. We have already hacked most of
your accounts, and with your signature on those papers, we can access
the rest. Are you paying attention?"
I screamed like a little girl as the world began to go dark around me.
"I got the idea for this game from you, to tell the truth. When we
broke up, I said I had tried to be a perfect wife. You probably don't
remember what you said. But you said I had never been a perfect
anything, except a perfect bitch."
She knelt down so she could look me in the face, and tucked my hair
behind my ear. Then she moved her finger across my brow. "Try to relax
your face, Honey. Making faces causes wrinkles. And you don't want
wrinkles, now do you? Just be a good girl and go with it. After all,
it's only a game. You're good at games, right? All you really have to
do is be the perfect woman."
Then everything went black.
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