Wake her gently

You're still not sure what's happening here, and you're especially not sure how Aliyah got her hands on a perfect physical recreation of your fictional crush... But in the end you decide that it's best to proceed with care, so you do nothing more than reach down and caress Elizabeth's shoulder.

To your great surprise her eyes spring open, and the stunning girl starts to sit up within the confines of her strange container. Those wide, blue orbs flit from your face to her surroundings and back, her knitted brow betraying a certain amount of confusion... Until a wide smile begins to form on her luscious ruby lips.

"It really worked..." says Elizabeth in a voice that you don't immediately recognize, "It's so real! I... I'm actually here."

Then the ivory-skinned goddess turns her attention to herself, apparently in awe of her cartoonishly alluring body type... And that's when it hits you:

"...Aliyah?"

She looks up from her self-examination with a jubilant laugh and throws herself against your chest, seemingly untroubled by the fact that her bare breasts have mooshed up against your torso in the process.

"Zack...! Zack... I missed you so much..." she breathes, quivering with delight as your arms enfold her, "I can't believe it... I'm here! I can feel it all!"

"But how?" you ask, bewildered by the warmth and fleshiness of her body, "How are you here? Why do you look so... Different?"

"I put myself in a Love Doll for you," she replies, grinning mischievously all the while; "When you order one, you can choose to have it take a snapshot of a real person's brain using their neurochip... And when you 'woke' the doll, it took a snapshot of mine."

"So... It's really you?" you answer, feeling more than a little dense.

"Well, the REAL me is probably still eating lunch..." she muses, "I only got a few bites in before you brought me here. But mentally, yes - it's me. The me of 2 minutes ago, at least....

She pauses to furnish you with a wink before going on:

"...And I'm all yours."

With that she rises from the pod she'd arrived in and slides neatly into your lap, her lithe legs splaying to either side of your waist. At this distance it's hard not to marvel at the quality of her craftsmanship: wavy, shoulder length brown hair that ripples with every cant of her head; lush lips stained a permanent shade of deep red; piercing blue eyes bordered by long, mascara-lined lashes. It's impossible not to stare, and she watches you do so with obvious delight.