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Chapter 4 by Robopoop Robopoop

What kind of New Order do you find yourself in?

All women turned into programmable sex toys

You were lounging around in your apartment when there was a sudden broadcast through your commlink. You had thought that your filters were on, but it looked like it was already being hit by spam. You expected the advertising agencies to have taken steps to keep up their game, now that the commlink had officially made all other cell phones obsolete. Picking it up from your coffee table, you tap away the fancy screen saver you had set it to and immediately, your eyes widened in shock. You were now staring at some kind of app window with a naked woman plastered in the background. There was a progress bar that was rapidly reaching completion, and you immediately realize that your commlink might be downloading something. You rapidly mash at the screen to no avail as the bar reaches 100% and you gasp as you see a number of lines appear before you:

:: Abby Jones registered ::
:: Profile activated ::
:: Beginning control phase ::

Just as you finish reading, your ears ring from a high pitched noise blaring from the speaker of your commlink. You shudder from the sudden sonic invasion and instinctively reach both hands to cover both your ears in a futile effort to protect yourself from it. For a number of seconds, you were frantic in attempting to turn the thing off, swapping between cupping your palm over an ear to stabbing your finger at the power button. However much you tried, it did not seem to stop. After what seemed like the longest time, it seemed to gradually dissipate, leaving you almost deaf and ears ringing heavily. You felt disorientated, and for a second as you sit back up from your fetal position on the couch, you feel your body begin to lax into the cushions. As your hands drop to your sides and your eyes begin to loll back, the commlink begins streaming a video. You could only barely hear the words, completely unable to make sense of what was being said, your thoughts dulling out into a blurred mesh of colors and abstract images. You could make out a series of patterns within these strange visions you were seeing in your head, but you could not decipher what they meant. For the longest time, you were frozen in a relaxed position on your couch, before you snap back into the world, feeling strangely different.

What happens next?

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