Not as weird as what comes next...

Before Ross could reply, a cute Asian golem with glasses and a slim physique appeared with a tray. She handed him a glass of water and asked if he would like anything else. When he declined, she smiled politely.

"Very well, sir. Mrs. Hill has requested your presence at the house for a small demonstration."

Ross frowned. "What kind of demonstration?"

She smiled politely and shook her head. "I'm afraid you'll have to see for yourself. Follow me."

He rose and took Madison's hand. They followed the golem inside the house trailed by his companions.

"Do you have any idea what this is about?" he asked Madison as they walked.

"Nope," she said with a giggle. "But knowing my mom, it's gonna be a mindfuck!"

They followed the golem down a branching series of hallways, passing dozens of unlabeled doors. Male and female golems bustled about; Ross was distracted by the sheer volume of uncovered flesh while Madison stared dreamily ahead, not even noticing.

"Are you familiar with medieval European portrait customs?" the golem asked politely, startling Ross out of his reverie as a very buxom redhead passed them.

"What?" he said, not sure he'd heard her correctly. She turned to face them, effortlessly walking backwards while navigating the byzantine corridors.

"In medieval Europe, monarchs and nobles typically commissioned portraits of themselves. A skilled artisan would be lucky to receive a commission, since they paid better than most, but they were faced with a difficult task. You see, they couldn't paint the royalty as they truly were, given the skincare and dental hygiene available at the time. They had to touch them up but leave them recognizable. The idea was to present the very best side of the monarch; not a matter of adding features but of removing things like scars, acne, and missing teeth."

"Why are you telling me this?" Ross asked. The golem stopped at a large wooden set of doors and grasped the knob.

"To prepare you for this next bit. Madison, Ross, meet Madison."

She pulled the door open to reveal a bedroom. It was decorated haphazardly and quite messy, clearly the abode of a teenage girl. On the bed sat that teenage girl, an almost perfect copy of Madison. Not quite perfect - clearly several years younger, with a bit of acne and stringy blond hair. After being surrounded by flawless golems for several days, Ross unintentionally grimaced at the sight of normal human blemishes.

She wore ripped jeans and a graphic t-shirt with a dead mouse on it. When the doors swung open, she was sitting on the bed waiting for them. She looked Ross over before speaking with undisguised disappointment.

"Shit. This is the guy?"

Ross stared at her, completely dumbfounded. "Huh," the Madison next to him said with mild curiosity. "You look like me."

The golem ushered Ross, Madison, and the companions into the room and closed the doors behind them before continuing her speech. "This is the original Madison, the one from about six months before her ****."

"Wait," Ross said suddenly. "I thought they made the script based on a bunch of interviews or something."

The teenager scoffed. "Is that what that bimbo told you? Jesus Christ, dude. How stupid are you?"

The Madison next to Ross shrugged. "I don't know. I thought it was believable..."

"Of course you did." The teenager stood and approached them. She eyed her doppelganger critically. "You're a complete dipshit even without the modification. I guess that makes him a perfect match for you."

"The interview story is what Mrs. Hill gave her before sending her to college," the guide golem explained patiently. "The truth is, we have the technology to do a full mapping of the brain. It's still a painstaking process to translate it into a script, but the fidelity to the original person is very high."

"Unless you fuck with it," the girl said. She flicked the older Madison in the forehead, eliciting a giggle. "If you're going to all this trouble resurrect your daughter, why not make a few adjustments?"

"What adjustments?" Ross demanded. He turned to Madison. "Did you know about this?"

Madison shrugged blithely. The girl took her by the hand and led her to the bed. Pushing her back onto the mattress, she gave firm instructions. "Sit there and be quiet. The grownups are talking."

Madison gave a cheerful thumbs-up and the girl turned back to Ross. "Ok, so you're the guy. What is it? Do you have a huge dick or something?"

Ross went beet red as his girlfriend chuckled and nodded. "I- what- what's going on? You're, like, young Madison?"

The girl made a jerkoff motion. "I'm actual Madison. Before they sanded off the rough edges and prettied me up. Christ, they even gave me bigger boobs! What are you, a D-cup?"

The older Madison was staring lazily at the ceiling, tracing circles on her belly with her pinky. She didn't seem to notice the conversation until the teenager jostled her roughly. "Wake up, you fucking idiot! How big are your boobs?"

"C-cup," Madison said lazily. The teenager spun to face Ross again. "I'll bet you love playing with those things, don't you?"

"Wait, you're a golem, right?" Ross asked. "Why are you so mad at me?"

Teenage Madison laughed bitterly. "I'm eighteen! I'm mad at the world! I'm mad that I died before I even got to adulthood and I'm mad that my stupid fucking mom put me in stupid fucking golem to meet my stupid fucking college boyfriend. I'm mad that you aren't better looking."

"Why did your mom do this?" Ross asked. Before the girl could answer, the guide stepped in.

"She wanted you to see the original Madison. You have an unfortunate habit of referring to this golem," she gestured to the spaced-out girl on the bed, "as Madison. She's not, and this is Mrs. Hill's way of driving that point home."

"I'm not?" Madison asked timidly. In response, the teenager punched her left breast hard. "Owww! What the fuck, man?"

"Serves you right, you topheavy slut. You know you're supposed to be gay, right? I guess your boyfriend took care of that when he made you his sex ****."

"Hey!" Ross objected. "She's not a sex ****! She would have liked me even without the changes!"

Teenage Madison crossed her arms and scoffed. "Of course she would have. She likes everybody. They made a cheerful, happy, empty little slut and stuck her into a sexdoll version of me and sent her off to college. And even that wasn't enough! My mom recreated my room and recreated me just to teach you a lesson. I hope you're paying attention."

"Wow," Madison said languidly from the bed. "The real me's kind of a cunt."