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MaidBot or GuestBot?
MaidBot or GuestBot? by Robert Nowall The MaidBot, who gave her name as Marie, did not understand. “But how can you be assigned as a guest at Casa Maldita Resort if your skin is plated like a MaidBot?” I groaned. My skin was against me. I was a guest of the resort, not another MaidBot. Telling Marie of my accident and reconstruction sunk in, but just so far. Pointing out that she wore the resort’s standard black maid outfit, a blouse and dress with white trim and white apron, while I wore my usual outfit of old pajama top without buttons and elastic-waistband bottom that came up to mid-calf, did not make much of an impression, either. The one variation I could notice were wigs. They varied from black to blonde to brunette, but were always about the same length. Every MaidBot---every robot I had seen---was the same height, five foot ten, the same dimensions, the same apparent female appearance. And the same skin plating, tanned-pink with dark material between. Just as I was. I had
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She was not feeling well. She have hard pain at the time she had a car accident. She was unconscious and badly injured. She was immediately taken to the hospital.
The accident is now 4 years ago, but Kate can remember as if it had been yesterday. Thanks to the latest technology Kate's leg could be replaced by a cyber leg. This is controlled by a connection to the brain. But her new leg also has drawbacks - she was always insulted and teased at school!
Now she lives in a normal house, in a normal big city, with a fairly normal life. She has become accustomed to being stared at the beach on a sunny day because of her metal leg. She is not even
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Lilac stood over a black pot. She was using a ladle to stir the dark liquid within. On the counter next to the burner it sat on, she had a number of seemingly random items arrayed, as well as an open book. As she stirred with her left hand, she used her right to add ingredients as the recipe in her book instructed.
"Snake liver...cat's fur...pinch of salt...fresh cotton boll..." She listed the items out loud as she worked, speaking to herself having always been a habit of hers. Most of the items she had readily on hand, but she had to phone a few in--in particular, she took the 'cotton boll' by tearing open one of her junior's s
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So, this story started as an RP between my and [link] but it's based on a very fun little story called "Don't Anime Me" by [link] You can find the original story that this was based off of here: [link]
Please go thank both PoseMe and Kelsea. Without them, this little story would never have been written.
I know there are some typos and some weird tense issues, caused partially by the RP being present tense and me rewriting it to be past tense.
Please go thank both PoseMe and Kelsea. Without them, this little story would never have been written.
I know there are some typos and some weird tense issues, caused partially by the RP being present tense and me rewriting it to be past tense.
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