Chapter #17Micro Minions for Maidens of Metal Militias by: Aerodeth   [NOTICE FROM AERODETH: The following chapter has been cowritten between myself and an AI. Heh, fitting... using an AI to write about an AI character!]
'This was only gonna be temporary' they said. 'Their assistance would benefit EVERYBODY' they assured. 'The reploid militia is kind hearted and the rumors about them wanting a world where only reploids exist is completely false' they insisted. Whoever thought it was a bright idea to allow REPLIFORCE to occupy your city and 'assist' in rebuilding it after that Maverick attack should be shot... AGAIN.
Before the bureaucratic numbskulls sealed your fate and the fate of everyone in your city, you had a nice cozy job as a lab assistant over at the local university. You probably had a bright future ahead of you as a scientist or a professor. You used to love playing with the lab rats... until you became one.
When Repliforce occupied the university, the robotic Regime assigned you and many of your fellow lab workers to test their experimental prototypes. What they DIDNT tell you at the time was that they were testing them out on YOU.
Limb transplants, infectious virus simulation, genetic mutation, and many more. You got the displeasure of testing their shrink ray.
Suffice to say, the shrink ray was a success. Too bad they havent perfected the ability to grow you back. At least that's what they told you. In the meantime, the Colonel decided that you'd be in good hands under the care of his darling sister, Iris.
Too bad she treated you less like a victim in need and more like a pet.
So far it's Day Hellifiknow and youre finally getting used to sleeping on the tiny outrageously firm makeshift bed inside a mason jar on Iris's desk. Every morning she'd tap on the glass and wake you up at the crack of dawn to 'begin your daily training' she'd say with a sugary sweet smile!
*Tap tap tap!*
"Urggghhh...." you groaned as you slowly woke up aching all over for the umpteenth time. Again, you glance up at the view of the enormous bright smiling face of the colossal (to you) brunette Lieutenant of Repliforce. Her big green eyes twinkled as she gazed brightly as your tiny insignificant body that she easily squish between two of her big white metal fingers!
"Good morning, [y/n]!" the sound of her chirpy (anglo-accented) voice wouldve otherwise made you feel so pleasant to hear if you werent her pet tiny shrunken human.
"G...good morning, Iris," you groaned as you were forcing the rest of your body up.
"Ready to begin your daily training?" she asks like she always asks. Any other day, you'd be like 'Yes ma'am' and run that stupid little hamster cage or mouse maze or whatever! But this morning, you either got up on the wrong side of the mason jar, or just felt like you had enough and it was time to stand up to your cute gigantic robo-captor.
"Ugh, what is the point of this 'training'?!" you question her, "I'm still stuck in this this tiny form. I'm not even getting a millimeter bigger from it. And what's the purpose of it all, anyway?" You were trying to sound as defiant as possible despite my tiny size and vulnerability, but Iris's smile didnt waiver.
She leaned in close to the jar, her sweet smiling face filling the entire view of the outside, and continued to gaze at you with an unsettling intensity. "Oh, [y/n], you're being so negative! We're doing this for your own good, of course! You need to learn to adapt to your new... situation, if you will. And who knows? You might just surprise yourself and become a valuable asset to Repliforce!"
'Valuable asset to Repliforce'? Was that supposed to be a GOOD thing? Either way, you kept your tude in check. But you rolled your eyes and rubbed your temples, trying to ward off the impending headache. "I'm not going to be any kind of asset to Repliforce," you give it to her straight, "I'm just a tiny human being trapped in this jar." You turned away and grunted, "a pet, at best."
Iris's expression turned slightly stern, and she raised a waving finger. "Now, now, [y/n]. No need for attitude. We're here to help you. Not harm you." She then unscrewed the lid of the jar and reached her huge metal hand inside, extending it to you as if she was offering you to climb on it. "Now let's get started on your training. We have a lot to cover today."
You stared blankly. Iris was not willing to wait.
"[Y/n]," she says in a rather lecturing tone, "are you going to climb on my hand... or will I have to tip the jar over and make you fall in it?"
You let out a sigh and hop on her big metal hand like a good.
"That's a good boy," she says, pleased. She scoops you out of the jar and carries you off in her palm to begin your 'training'.
What training that was depends on the AI that's also writing this chapter. Hey Mr. AI, what are the choices?
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Here are some options for the "training" Iris has in mind:
Training Options:
Combat Drills: Iris wants to teach you how to defend yourself against other Repliforce members, who might accidentally (or not) harm you. She's set up a miniature obstacle course using office supplies and toys.
Acrobatic Agility: Iris thinks you need to improve your agility and flexibility. She's set up a series of tiny hurdles and tunnels for you to navigate.
Communication Skills: Iris wants to work on your ability to communicate effectively with Repliforce members. She's set up a series of simple tasks that require you to give commands and receive instructions.
Domestic Duties: Iris believes that you should learn to perform simple tasks, like cleaning and organizing, to help with the household chores. She's set up a miniature cleaning station with tiny brooms and dustpans.
Survival Skills: Iris thinks you need to learn how to survive on your own, even in a tiny form. She's set up a survival scenario where you have to find food and shelter in the office.
Which option do you think Iris has chosen for your training?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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