You struggle to move, eventually managing to lift up your hands against digital voidlights and silicone strings to pound on the screen, to little effect.
Your entire body continues to reshape; arms loosing mass, waist and curves slimming into a womanly figure, chest continuing to balloon out.
It's starting to creep over the back of your head and covering your scalp. It's so cold, the digital embrace absorbing your very body cell by cell,
converting it into data and sending it into the cyberrealm within your computer. A tear drips down your cheek as you think about all of your family
and friends who will forget about you.
"You know, you really shouldn't get so fed up about this. You know I'm practically doing you a favor, right?" She slowly turns to you.
"You might boohoo about our lost life, but is it really worth it? Living a sorry mortal life, working 9 to 5, participating in a ratrace that will be forgotten by history?"
Even though you know she's just manipulating you, her words to weigh on your sympathies, distracting you from your changes for a moment.
"That's too sad to even contemplate. Too.. Lonely."
You contemplate on these words for only a mere moment.
Suddenly the monitor flickered, and the light of the screen bubbled out, shaping into her hologram. Her holographic image put her hands on your
softly changing face as the light began to tickle your face with streaming tendrils of pure data. She kissed you on the cheek, looked teasingly,
and then gave you a kiss on the lips as your whole world was engulfed in light.
"Cya soon~"
[Conversion.. 42%.. Download.. 55%..]
You felt your thoughts continually infected by hallucinations of her presence, helping you only to concentrate on what she wanted you to think.
Those hands, when you see them pressing against the glass, are impossibly smooth. Not just devoid of hair, but devoid of pores and veins.
They are like a marble statue, a strange facsimile of what you know hands look like. It was bizarre, and uncanny to look at in this reality. But in her reality,
you’d barely even think twice about such matters. After heard that last monologue from Monika, it hardly seemed irrational, or even cruel to do this
anymore. Living here, day in and day out, there was one fate that was certain: death. But, if you went with her… things might be different somehow.
Better in many ways, if restricted in others. You’d be in a heaven without fear of death, or deletion, or rejection. You would both be masters of your
own destiny.As you thought this, the lights began to grow as the incandescent lighting from the monitor enveloped your whole being.
Your download into the machine had been well beyond anything you’d have imagined possible even a few minutes before.
But as you knew, Monika was very good at making the impossible trivial.You didn’t really know if your family would forget you.
You knew though, that you were forgetting them. They were being replaced in your psyche, and as hard as you fought to replace
them, the fight your puny will put up just wasn’t going to be enough to struggle more than a few moments as this strange interim
of light dragged you towards whatever new future awaited at its end.
