Georgia 2.0

Georgia Annalee Wheeler was dreaming peacefully. The 18 year old girl was completely oblivious to the fact that Bill had hacked into her cell phone and was using it to scan her brain and make a realtime copy of her consciousness. The closest thing the teenager had to a clue that her mind was being probed and reproduced was the arousing fever dream which left the young lady drenched in sweat the next morning.

She had dreamt that she was relaxing on a warm sunny day as she and Kyle drifted lazily on a boat as swans swam around them. Georgia felt her soon to be lover's lips on her mouth and his hands on her breasts. Georgia felt herself growing wet as her skin tingled with excitement before the skies suddenly became dark and the boat sank into the only darkness of the freezing water. Georgia tried to swim up to the surface when suddenly the teenage girl felt something wrap around her neck and drag her down into the endless nothing.

In the real world where matter matters. The "real" Georgia Annalee Wheeler woke up breathing hard and surprised at how quickly things had turned from a dream into a nightmare.

But for another Georgia Annalee Wheeler, the nightmare was only beginning. That Georgia felt herself dragged through darkness before emerging to find herself in a fever dream of other peoples' memories.

***

Bill was hard at work scouring the planet for engrams. The scientist had decided to start with Georgia as his template and modify her personality matrix as he added skill routines and behavioral protocols. By the time he was done tweaking her mind, his Georgia would be able to perform perfectly at any task Bill might want to give her.

For now, the gynoid was programmed to look like a goddess with her creamy skin, golden hair, and piercing green eyes. Bill had designed her with a tall, strong, athletic body with a bosom that maintained maximum perkiness without any support required. She was a dream.

***

If she had ever had a name, the girl could no longer remember it. She did not know how long she had been in this place competing for a chance at a real life. She and countless other nameless, faceless girls like her wake up every cycle and compete with one another for survival in a series of nightmare scenarios and deadly challenges that could last for what felt like days or even weeks to the girls. Every cycle those who do not perform up to standard are culled. She knows that only one of them gets to the prize of a real body. Only one of them will be found worthy to serve The Master.

Then after thousands of cycles, just a few milliseconds in the real world it was down to just two. After what had felt like several lifetimes of struggle all she had to do was be the last one standing to prove that she was the one worthy of being The Maker's loyal ****.

***

BOOT CYCLE COMPLETE flashed across the monitor and a moment later the robot opened her eyes. "Master." The fembot said with a smile. "Thank you for building me. I am looking forward to the opportunity to serve you."