Load the "Teacher's Aid" Scenario

You scroll through a list of pre-programmed scenarios for the simulation arena and Orchid's behavior. One catches your eye with its description.

"You are a teacher?s assistant named Angela Johnson at a Federal University tasked with providing bi-weekly instruction to sections of the larger lecture group. One of your students is a flirtatious but slightly bad student and you have scheduled a talk with her after class."

You turn to Katherine and tell her that you would like to try the ?Teacher?s Aid? scenario. A smile breaks her cold façade and you think you see a lecherous twinkle in her eye. She nods and begins loading various protocols from the control computers. Bursts of light erupt from the slate-like tiles in the simulation arena, each projection coalescing to form part of the interior of a small college classroom. You?ve participated in simulations before, for entertainment purposes, but the level of detail afforded here is incredible. When the computers are finished loading all of the projections the simulation arena has been transformed into a perfect replica of a small class in a college back on earth.

Simple desks form four columns with six desks in each column. At the head of the desks is a heavy oak teacher?s desk with a plaque on it that reads ?Ms. Johnson?. Behind the desk is a large blackboard that looks as if it has been heavily used, you can almost smell the cloying chalk dust from here. The walls are covered with various maps and laminated posters of great thinkers like Einstein and Martin Luther King Jr. The room is almost totally windowless and the only light is provided by a series of glaring fluorescents that run along the ceiling down the center of the room. A single door with a frosted glass window is the entrance and exit to the room. Outside that door you can see a partial simulation of the hall of the school that abruptly terminates a few dozen feet in either direction.

Technicians emerge and you watch as Orchid?s chair slowly brings her to a standing position. The technicians dispassionately begin stripping off her white bodysuit and dressing her in a particularly revealing version of a plaid-skirted school girl?s uniform. Apparently this college has an unusual dress code.

?A few ground rules first,? says Katherine. You notice that she is watching the technicians dress Orchid with a bit more interest than she has displayed in anything up until now. ?No real ****. Light bondage and that sort of thing is well within operating parameters, but we do not want to risk damaging the chassis and more importantly you do not want to activate its self defense programming. She is incapable of killing you but she will make sure you are not a threat, and I have seen plenty of testing footage to know that this process can be excruciatingly painful.?

?That?s fine,? you chuckle with slightly **** humor, ?I wasn?t planning on throwing any punches in there.?

?Remember also that once the meme is loaded she will fully believe that she IS whatever or whoever the simulation is telling her to be. To return her to her default state you would say ?Orchid default operating? and to completely terminate the simulation and return Orchid to a suspended ready state you say ?Orchid terminate all operations?. Other than that, try to enjoy yourself.?

The technicians are finished dressing her and signal from their separate monitoring stations that the simulation is ready to begin. You walk down a staircase to a plain metal door with a flashing panel above it that displays the words ?WARNING: SIMULATION ACTIVE?. Katherine, who has accompanied you to the door, again wishes you a pleasant experience and then you?re through the door and into the reality of the hall outside your classroom.

You pull a pair of reading glasses from the inside pocket of your suit jacket and slide them up your nose. For some reason you feel they will serve as a fairly appropriate affectation in this scenario. You then work up your best haughty attitude and stride into the classroom, your high heels clicking smartly on the scuffed tiles. Orchid is waiting at her desk, drumming a pencil distractedly on her notebook. Her school uniform consists of patent leather shoes, a very short pleated plaid skirt, and a beige cashmere sweater jacket over a sheer blouse that does little to hide the size of her breasts. You stare a little longer at her and you can plainly see the outline of a red bra beneath the shirt.

You walk over and stand next to your desk and Orchid looks up as if just noticing you in the room.

?Hi Miss J,? she says cheerily, ?you wanted to see me??

You sit on the corner of the desk, pulling your legs up as seductively as you can manage, and then you swivel your butt so that you are facing the girl.

?Yes Orchid, I?ve been going over your grades and?well, they just are terrible. I expected so much more from you.?

Orchid?s face falls and she seems to be holding back tears. Her lower lip quivers sadly.

?But Miss J, if I fail this course I?ll lose my scholarship and I?ll have to drop out!?

You bring your hand up to your chin and look off at one of the maps on the wall as if in deep thought.

?Hmmmmm,? you elaborate, ?there may be another way to sort this out.?

?Oh, anything! I have to pass this course!?

You look her in the eyes and reach up to dramatically unfasten the top button of your blouse. Then you lean forward, still gazing intently at Orchid, her eyes flicking momentarily to your exposed cleavage.

?It?s going to be very hard work, but I think we?ll both enjoy it.?

Orchid swallows audibly and then nods almost as if she?s in a daze, transfixed by her view down your shirt.

Time for her to do some makeup work.