As an unknowing Jon rode towards the airport, across the globe, on an absolutely picturesque island in the Mediterranean that hadn't existed until that morning when Jon's wish altered history, the Gibson family's hosts were busily getting everything in order. The island was called Fibranche, and it was a natural paradise of pearl sand beaches and lush emerald forests all centered around a singular dormant volcanic peak. Paradise Winds, the only business and human presence on the island, was a sprawling resort with a range of accommodations from the ludicrously luxurious, to more economic options for those vacationing on a budget. That said, Jon's family would have struggled to afford to book even the cheapest package if it weren't for the mysterious sweepstakes his father had won, but, on the other hand, the place's true owner wasn't terribly concerned with money.
A gorgeous Hawaiian woman in a floral bikini and sarong that showed off her remarkably perky breasts casually strolled through the main hotel, various members of smartly dressed staff nodding deferentially to her as she passed. She was rather tall, perfectly proportioned and blessed with a natural beauty many would kill for. Kalea Alohi-Beaufort casually tossed her luxurious long black hair back with one hand while the other flicked through her phone, checking last minute reports and arrangements before her guests arrived. Indeed, despite her casual appearance, she wasn't on vacation, rather she was the owner of the resort and the island itself, something she'd inherited after the tragic passing of her much older husband, Alphonse Beufort.
Pausing in the lobby she half turned and snapped her fingers towards one of the two traditionally dressed maids who'd been following her. Seconds later a fine cuban cigar was in her hand and the other maid had lit it, letting Kalea take a long drag she then cheerfully puffed out. Oddly enough she'd always been very against smoking but after her husband had passed away, she'd suddenly picked up his old love for cigars.
From behind the front desk, the blue suited concierge, a plain looking dark haired young man, noticed her. He rang a little bell to alert the general manager that the boss was in attendance; he didn't really need to, since the manager could access all of her subordinate's senses, but Kalea encouraged the staff to make little human gestures like this to avoid putting their incoming guests on edge.
A petite woman in a dark grey skirt suit with glossy brunette hair held up in a professional bun, strode out of the back office swiftly towards Kalea. Her nametag declared her to be Ingrid, and although she wore a pair of low heels, they still failed to bring the short woman up to Kalea's almost 6 foot height. "Mistress, everything is proceeding according to parameters. Is there anything I can do for you while we wait for the test subjects to arrive?" Her voice was polite but frankly robotic, and she stood stock still while she awaited a response.
Kalea frowned for half a moment, "ah, thank you for reminding me. We can't have you or the rest of the staff blurting things out too early. Engage vocal mannerism mode Beta, activate surface personality Active level for all management and guest relations staff, activate surface personality Passive level for the remainder of staff, and restrict information codex prime. Voice Authorization, 58008, Alphonse is a God."
The moment the odd words were out of Kalea's lovely lips the demeanor of Ingrid, and all the surrounding staff for that matter changed. They stood more naturally, fidgeted, and engaged in little subroutines to better mimic real humans. Ingrid smiled and said much more fluidly, "of course, Mrs. Beufort. Several of this season's guests are already in the air and all of them will be arriving by the end of tomorrow. All welcome activities are prepared, initial room assignment have been made, and gosh, this is so exciting, isn't it?" Ingrid couldn't really feel excitement, she couldn't feel anything, but her computerized brain was pretty dang good at mimicking it.
Kalea smiled and let her trusty manager know she'd be descending to her hidden lab to make a few last minute preparations of her own. For the moment Kalea was the only real human on the island since her entire staff were lifelike androids, but soon quite a few humans would be arriving at Paradise Winds, or in other words, brand new toys for the mistress of the island to play with.
