Chapter 1: Create-a-Sim
She wakes to find herself on a platform. She doesn’t quite understand how she got there, or even who she is, but she does understand one thing.
She was programmed to be a sim.
She takes a couple of minutes to register her surroundings. A black abyss that slowly pixelates into a barrier forms around her. She shifts her gaze down, but sees grids that bend into uneven lines. All these lines seem to form something, but she doesn’t understand what lines even are. She doesn’t understand what is happening, what she is, what she would have to do, what she would be, but slowly, ideas start to form into her mind. These ideas fill her with emotions she didn’t know she could have. The ideas filled her with thoughts that seemed non-existent seconds ago.
Eventually, the ideas stopped forming randomly in her head, and she was able to think of ideas on her own. She thought of questions that were instantly answered in her own head. But the only question that remained un-answered was what was going to happen to her.
But that question was almost immediately answered when the barrier formed blue walls and a mirror pixelates by her side. The grids underneath her are replaced by tiny skin coloured puzzle pieces that formed into a slim body. She feels numb for a couple of seconds, but then feels a tingling sensation that spreads throughout what she now understands as being her body. She gazes at her body, unaware of her surroundings anymore. She felt bemused when she felt herself lifting her hands up. She surveyed her hands with interest and was amazed by how detailed she was. She willed her fingers to flutter softly, then stopped abruptly when she had another thought.
How must I be able to see such profanities?
Carefully, she urged both of her hands to lightly trace her face. She could feel the texture of her cheeks; smooth rubber. She continued to run her hands up and down her face until she felt rubber that seemed moulded into blobs on top of her head.
“My hair,” she thinks to herself.
Her trance is interrupted by a stinging pain that radiates over her whole body, causing her to retract her arms back to her sides. Her whole body is forced to stand straight and rigid. She stands uncomfortable on the spot for minutes, unable to move an inch, until her hips are forced to sway from side to side and the corners of her lips turn up to form a painfully happy smile.
She feels frightened now, unlike her other feeling of fascination that she experienced earlier. She stares at the pale blue wall in front of her and waits for something else to happen, anything to happen, and her wish is granted when a missing piece of her mind is filled.
First Name: Valentine
Last Name: Summers
“Finally,” She thinks to herself, “ I know what to call myself.”
Valentine playfully wiggles her eyebrows in victory. No longer does she have to feel like nothing.
She still stands rigid and uncomfortable. She tries with all her will to move her eyes down so that she can sneak a peak of her body, which is now being distorted before her eyes. One moment she is slim and weightless, then the next, overweight and heavy, until brought back to being slim again, but a bit skinnier than before. Valentine doesn’t like it one bit. She feels a rush of emptiness in her stomach, but is then replaced by a sudden surge of power. She is forced to look at her biceps and wear an expression full of awe while she lifts her arms up, but is then forced back by her sides. She feels mentally drained by this unknown force influencing her to make certain poses.
