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On a goof, you signed up to have yourself scanned in for a new toy line from a young company's first project launch.
The idea? Prospective customers would vote on which ones would be mass produced.
Luckily for you? You won!
Or... unluckily...
The idea? Prospective customers would vote on which ones would be mass produced.
Luckily for you? You won!
Or... unluckily...
The end result is a strangely... realistic interpretation of yourself at just a few inches tall.
The limbs are very articulated and... you could've swore your facial expression has changed depending on how you handle the prototype.
The limbs are very articulated and... you could've swore your facial expression has changed depending on how you handle the prototype.
Initially, you're super excited about seeing yourself in miniature in some very... adult stores.
It's kind of blush inducing but you take a few pictures to show to your friends and have a laugh.
Soon, the novelty wears off and you go about your day.
It's kind of blush inducing but you take a few pictures to show to your friends and have a laugh.
Soon, the novelty wears off and you go about your day.
The sales aren't that impressive to start - just a few units in a few stores - but, after a camgirl shot a very 'special' video, now everyone seems to want one.
Maybe it's the way your body is put together.
Maybe it's the expressions they can make this figurine don.
Maybe it's the way your body is put together.
Maybe it's the expressions they can make this figurine don.
... maybe it's something more.
As the number of units sold rise, your dreams become a bit more vivid.
You 'wake up' in your dream, limbs stiff, in an unknown land until a large, anonymous figure reaches for you. They're rough. Careless. You can never place their face.
As the number of units sold rise, your dreams become a bit more vivid.
You 'wake up' in your dream, limbs stiff, in an unknown land until a large, anonymous figure reaches for you. They're rough. Careless. You can never place their face.
By the time you awake from this nightmare, awake from whatever that large figure does to you, you realize a few things.
The room always changes.
Your bones and muscles ache.
You can still... remember everything.
Most dreams like these fade by noon but you keep these for days.
The room always changes.
Your bones and muscles ache.
You can still... remember everything.
Most dreams like these fade by noon but you keep these for days.
More units sell.
You become increasingly more fatigued.
Before long, you're asleep nearly as long as you are awake.
Your work suffers. Your home life suffers.
All the while, the reviews come in about how lifelike the figurine is. How there's a weird... quirk to it.
You become increasingly more fatigued.
Before long, you're asleep nearly as long as you are awake.
Your work suffers. Your home life suffers.
All the while, the reviews come in about how lifelike the figurine is. How there's a weird... quirk to it.
It seems random. Most days they'll reach for their favorite toy and have their way with him and nothing strange happens.
But there's a chance...
A chance that when they reach out, they'll see their toy recoil. Fight back. Pushing back against fingers.
But there's a chance...
A chance that when they reach out, they'll see their toy recoil. Fight back. Pushing back against fingers.
They'll see their toy's face twist up to yell without words.
While you head to the doctor's office to figure out why you're so tired, the company hammers the final nail in the coffin.
A sweepstakes meant for the users of their favorite, best selling toy.
While you head to the doctor's office to figure out why you're so tired, the company hammers the final nail in the coffin.
A sweepstakes meant for the users of their favorite, best selling toy.
"Post a private video of you using your toy. Enjoying it in the most candid, most carnal of ways and you'll get a surprise."
Videos flood the internet. Videos you don't see - unless linked by your friends.
That laugh you shared at the beginning of this campaign now drains you.
Videos flood the internet. Videos you don't see - unless linked by your friends.
That laugh you shared at the beginning of this campaign now drains you.
It's no longer funny seeing so many people use your little body (a surprisingly accurate facsimile of your real self) for their own enjoyment.
It gets even less hilarious when...
... you start to recognize the rooms from your dream.
It gets even less hilarious when...
... you start to recognize the rooms from your dream.
Yeah, it's different from the camera's angle but... you can definitely remember the placement of shoe boxes and discarded clothes.
The smells of lavenders or rose petals or the stifling mustiness of an unventilated dorm room.
The memories so vivid and unending.
The smells of lavenders or rose petals or the stifling mustiness of an unventilated dorm room.
The memories so vivid and unending.
You reach for your phone.
You have to put a stop to this!
As you search for the contact information and prepare yourself to talk through the labyrinth of automated voice systems and customer service reps... your phone rings.
It's the company.
They were expecting you.
You have to put a stop to this!
As you search for the contact information and prepare yourself to talk through the labyrinth of automated voice systems and customer service reps... your phone rings.
It's the company.
They were expecting you.
They call you to their offices.
You steel yourself for a fight; for a confrontation. At your best, at 100%, you would dread these moments.
But you're not at 100%. You're just... so tired.
You steel yourself for a fight; for a confrontation. At your best, at 100%, you would dread these moments.
But you're not at 100%. You're just... so tired.
They sit you down and go over the sales numbers.
Figures whirl past your head until you can gather enough confidence to tell them ENOUGH!
In your mind you're yelling it out but... it's so feeble. So weak. So meek.
Figures whirl past your head until you can gather enough confidence to tell them ENOUGH!
In your mind you're yelling it out but... it's so feeble. So weak. So meek.
They dismiss their execs and accountants.
The only one left in the room is the president.
And he explains: "The winner of the sweepstakes gets... you."
You?!? What could that mean?!?
And that's when they show you: another figurine. It's you.
The only one left in the room is the president.
And he explains: "The winner of the sweepstakes gets... you."
You?!? What could that mean?!?
And that's when they show you: another figurine. It's you.
Unlike the others, this isn't hard plastic or rubber.
Your fingers pass over it. The skin is soft.
You pinch on the arms and stomach. Muscles and fat squish realistically.
You touch over the face. Lips, nose, ears give way to your touch; cartilage flexing slightly.
Your fingers pass over it. The skin is soft.
You pinch on the arms and stomach. Muscles and fat squish realistically.
You touch over the face. Lips, nose, ears give way to your touch; cartilage flexing slightly.
Every touch you give is a phantom sensation that you feel even as you're standing there. But... that can't be real.
You're hallucinating... right?
Then the president speaks...
You're hallucinating... right?
Then the president speaks...
"I'm sure you've had a sample of what it's like to be in their place. The powerlessness. The vulnerability. You know what our clientele - our customers - are into. What they like. You're their stress relief and fantasy."
Blood drains from your face as you remember those dreams.
Blood drains from your face as you remember those dreams.
"That was just a trial. Now that you know what's in store for you down the line... we brought you in for the final push of our campaign."
The president slides a laptop in front of you.
Queued up is several hundred (maybe even a couple thousand) videos that have been submitted.
The president slides a laptop in front of you.
Queued up is several hundred (maybe even a couple thousand) videos that have been submitted.
"We figure, since you're our prototype and since you're our first, we'll give you the chance to pick who gets you in the end.
It'll happen anyway. May as well put it in your hands. Just be sure to choose wisely. There's no going back."
Where did you hear that before?
It'll happen anyway. May as well put it in your hands. Just be sure to choose wisely. There's no going back."
Where did you hear that before?
It all comes rushing back.
You were goofing off with your friends. When you took your clothes off and chortled with your crew, you heard the whisper-soft voice of the company's representative before ushering you into the pod to get your body 3-D modeled for the toys...
You were goofing off with your friends. When you took your clothes off and chortled with your crew, you heard the whisper-soft voice of the company's representative before ushering you into the pod to get your body 3-D modeled for the toys...
"Remember: There's no going back."
It shocks you back to reality but the president's already gone.
You're so tired.
You're not sure you can make it down to the lobby and back home to warn anyone of this plot. This... this strange plan rewarding so few at your expense.
It shocks you back to reality but the president's already gone.
You're so tired.
You're not sure you can make it down to the lobby and back home to warn anyone of this plot. This... this strange plan rewarding so few at your expense.
And so...
Your hand lifts...
And settles on the trackpad...
And you gesture through the videos to find someone, anyone you could remember that at least left you somewhat... aroused at your predicament.
You take their words to heart.
"Choose... wisely..."
Your hand lifts...
And settles on the trackpad...
And you gesture through the videos to find someone, anyone you could remember that at least left you somewhat... aroused at your predicament.
You take their words to heart.
"Choose... wisely..."
