She awoke in an unfamiliar place. Sitting up slowly, she scanned the room. It was a bedroom, and she was not alone. She frowned when she saw the man sitting on the bed beside her. "Adam?" She asked in confusion as she sat up. Her head began to spin.
"Careful, Caroline." He said, reaching out to steady her. "Not too fast."
She flinched at the feel of his hands on her arms, but did not push him away. "Where am I?" She asked.
"This is my apartment. This is where we live." He replied. There was something in the set of his lips that set off warning bells in her head.
"I live on North Street. You live in a dump off campus with Jake. Where am I?" She asked again, looking around the room and taking in the luxury she saw. The blue walls were capped with crown moulding. Built-in bookshelves along one wall housed an expensive looking collection of old books. The wispy window treatments were clearly custom. This was not the kind of place her penniless, computer addicted ex-boyfriend would ever be able to afford.
"Can you tell me what the date is?" He asked, ignoring her question.
"What, was there in an accident? I'm fine. It's September 23, 2083." She replied.
He smiled then, and the alarms in her head got louder. "Perfect. Alright. So then, you believe it is 2083 and you just broke up with me because you can do better. I will make this a clear as possible. It is not. In fact it is decades later, you are not Caroline Jasper, and I am not a penniless loser as you were just thinking. Many years ago, I perfected the bio-robotic interface... I made it possible for people to download their memories to computers... that technology was combined with cloning technology, which of course you know about, to allow people to live forever. This is not my original body, it is a clone, which is why I look so young, and you are not the real Caroline, you are a clone I have loaded with her memories... or some of them anyway... you are a copy, if you will. You are, to put a fine point on it, a toy.
Caroline bolted up and backed away from Adam, placing the bed between them. "You're crazy!" She told him, congratulating herself on the wisdom of the breakup.
He did not move. "A bit, but I'm also telling the truth. Now, the neatest thing is the wireless interface. That's new, not out on the market yet. It's a prototype I decided would be fun to test out myself. On you. To put it simply, it's a remote control. Now, take your clothes off."
Before she could tell him again that he was crazy or attempt to escape the room, she found her hands were lifting her clothes from her body. "Stop it!" She shouted at him, but her hands continued their work and her shirt fell away, leaving her breasts bare. She tried to cover herself, but instead her hands slid up her body and cupped her breasts. Involuntarily she turned and fondled herself in front of a large mirror.
Adam came to stand behind her, watching appreciatively over her shoulder. "Do you like them?" He asked as he watched her pet herself. "I made you three cup sizes larger than the original. I mean, when you're going custom, why settle for less, right?" His hands appeared on her breasts and before she could slap them away, she found them automatically reaching behind her, pulling him up tight against her back.
"That's the best part, "he informed her. "I don't need words to control you. I mean, how annoying would that be? With the direct interface, not only can I control your actions with a whim, I can read your thoughts, feel what you feel... emotionally and physically, from up to 500 meters away, and I can make you do and feel anything I want. I can make you laugh or cry or feel pain or pleasure. "
Caroline started again to tell Adam he was crazy and she was going to call the police, but found her mouth would not move.
"No, no," He chided as if addressing a puppy. "I am not crazy, and you are not calling anyone, kitten. For one thing, the real Caroline already has a spare clone in storage, making you an illegal copy that would be destroyed, and for another thing, I simply won't allow you to. " He slid his hands down her body, causing the loose skirt she wore to fall to the floor. Now she was naked in front of the mirror.
"Now, look at yourself." He ordered aloud, and she did. Her breasts were obscenely full. Her muscles were toned, but she retained her feminine softness. With horror, she realized that she had no body hair. Not even...there. She tried to cover herself, but found she could not.
He slid his hands over her belly to her hips. "Look at this beautiful body I've given you. No scars, no fat or cellulite, amazingly proportioned, and ever so sensitive." He punctuated the last comment by sweeping his hands up her back, causing shivers to run through her. With a flip, he brought a wealth of golden hair over her shoulder, it hung down her front to her hips and she gasped.
"It's beautiful, isn't it? I always liked women with long hair. "
Caroline's mind was spinning. She had never in her life had long hair, her body had never been terrible but had certainly never been voluptuous like the one she saw in the mirror, and then there was the simple fact that her body did not seem to be under her control. Her only choice was to accept his ludicrous suggestion that she was... not real..."Why did you do this?" She demanded when her mouth would speak again. She also found that she controlled her body again, and she stepped away from him quickly.
He smiled a cruel smile. "She broke my heart, I wanted her back. And now I have her—well, you. And you will do anything I want, feel anything I want, all while looking the way I want. You, Caro, are my slave."
"You're crazy!" She shouted, and ran for the door. Halfway there, though, her feet froze. A strange metallic buzzing began in her ears, and she felt her body move of its own accord. She turned back and walked past him, laying down on the bed.
