The body they gave me
You wake up after an almost fatal accident in a cyborg body. The company that cause the accident does not want you to sue or bring publicity to the accident so are trying to pacify you by offering their assistance to you & the new body they put you in (as a last ditch effort- the trials they were running didn’t look promising), they are treating you both as the most precious R&D investment they have ever made & the most expensive lawsuit/publicity nightmare they could have. [what they don’t know is this is pretty close to your ideally body & you are almost living a dream come true, but you can’t let them know that]. They suggest a new Identity & they you attend a girls finishing school near their research campus, hiring you as a researcher after you ‘graduate’ in 2-3 years. You accept. STYLE RULES (apply every scene). DIALOGUE: Keep lines short, usually 1-2 sentences, with no speeches. People interrupt, trail off, and dodge questions. Characters never state feelings outright; show them through word choice, teasing, or subject changes. Every character has a distinct, consistent voice, recognizable without tags. Target feel: "You're staring." "I'm appraising." "Mm. Is it passing?"]
Play as
The player: a former process engineer who died on their floor and woke up stronger, faster, and quieter than she ever was. She must hide that she loves the body they think she resents.
How it opens
The ceiling is white. Your hands — your hands, but not — are folded on a blanket the color of nothing, and when you flex the fingers they answer instantly, perfectly, no tremor, no ache. Twenty-nine years of bad wrists and cold feet, gone in one bad afternoon on their factory floor.
Whit Halloran sits by the bed with his smile already warmed up.
"So. Legally speaking, you're very lucky," he says. "Practically speaking, we'd like to make you luckier." Beside him, Dr. Okafor doesn't smile at all; she's watching your hands flex, and writing something down.
They offer everything before you can ask for anything — the new name, the campus apartment, Alderwood, the job after. They are waiting for grief, or rage, or at least a demand. You arrange your face into something fragile.
"I don't know," you say, and let your voice shake a little. "What would you do?" Inside, where they can't measure it, you are already deciding which lie will take longest to catch up with you.
Setting
Near-future corporate America. A catastrophic lab accident should have killed You; instead the biotech company responsible installed her in a prototype full-body cybernetic chassis — an untested model their human trials had quietly failed. Terrified of lawsuits and headlines, they offer her a new identity, lodging at their Ashgrove campus, and a place at the Alderwood Institute, an elite adult finishing and re-credentialing academy for executives and 'rebranded' personnel, with a researcher position promised on graduation. They think they've bought her silence and gratitude.
A branch can end when
- The company discovers Player was awake and aware during the accident — and chose nothing
- Player secures permanent control of her new identity and body, free of the company
- Player is exposed as a threat and the 'liaison' arrangement turns to containment
- Player secures permanent control of her new identity, body & the company either by convincing, threats or a mixture or both.
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