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7. Catching Royals and Peasants

6. Departures

5. Paradise Winds Resort: Final P

4. Vacation, All I Ever Wanted

3. Family Retreat

2. A wish for something interesti

1. You Are What You Wish

Paradise Winds: Trapping Peasants and Royals Alike

on 2024-11-23 01:28:27

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(For the purposes of this story, the British Royal family of Jon's world has completely different members diverging from Elizabeth II from the real one. If you like you can assume this was a secondary result of the something interesting wish)

As the hours ticked by each and everyone of Paradise Winds' many incoming vacationers made their way towards the islands, from all over the globe and coming by a rather varied means of transportation. Most were flying at least some of the way, unless they already lived in the Med, ranging from the Gibson's cramped series of budget flights to private jet. Then there were ships waiting at various ports up and down the coast to bring them to the island, except for those who sprung for the deluxe packages that included a private helicopter ride.

Unit S-1, human designate Sophie, watched them all. Outwardly appearing as a short buxom red haired young woman, and speaking with a light Irish lilt when her human mimicking vocal mannerisms were active, the android was remotely linked to her mistress's extensive surveillance feeds, and tasked with monitoring guest arrival. Her robotic brain handled hundreds of little tasks, ensuring no flights were canceled, rerouting traffic lights as necessary so the humans didn't miss their flight, directing strategically placed androids to help guide the fleshbags who looked like they were somehow going to get lost along the way, everything necessary to ensure all of her mistress's test subjects arrived on time. The initial plans for the first two phases were meticulously planned out, and it simply wouldn't do to have a missing participant throw everything off.

Some of the humans had been easier to get than others. Roughly half were people who had genuinely independently tried to book a vacation package on the island paradise, simply sorted by their algorithm to decide who to approve. The remainder had been covertly enticed by Unit M-1, human designate Morgana, who was the mirror image of Sophie and supposedly her twin when they were mixing with the humans, to attend based on the parameters requested by their mistress. Funnily enough, the family central to the beginning of their planned entertainments had been rather easy to capture, only needing to dangle a rigged sweepstakes under Pete Gibson's nose to reel them in. That trick actually worked for a lot of the guests assigned to the lower tiered and budget packages.

She minced down the hallway in her traditional maid uniform all while her brain was occupied monitoring a guest on the opposite end of the spectrum, who had arguably been the most difficult to secure, the British Princess Eleanor. Previously known as Eleanor Halliwell, she'd been a very successful supermodel and the face of various brands before said famous perfectly sculpted face caught the eye of Prince Harold, the grandson of Queen Elizabeth and son of the current monarch, King Richard IV. In a world where he wasn't a literal prince, someone like Eleanor would have been far out of the somewhat pasty, round faced man's league, but the charm of royalty was a terribly strong one. There wedding had been an international spectacle, and it was fair to say the new princess quickly charmed her new subjects, almost instantly shooting up the opinion polls to be the best liked royal compared to her not quite as charismatic in-laws.

It would have been the ending of a fairytale, if tragedy, with a teensy weensy nudge from Mistress Kalea's late husband, hadn't intervened. A freak mechanical accident had led to the untimely demise of Prince Harold in a plane crash, leaving his pregnant wife to give birth to the new heir, Princess Victoria, alone a month later. That was three months ago, and it had been a monumental feat of subliminal manipulation to both convince the young widow and mother that an incognito trip to Paradise Winds was just the escape she needed from the current public scrutiny, and to get the King to go along with it. Still, M-1 was very good and the famous princess would be arriving with her baby daughter and entourage of servants to take up temporary residence in one of the exclusive private villas that were the creme de la creme of luxury on the island.

Still, as difficult as it had been to fulfill their mistress's desire for a princess amongst their subjects, Eleanor would now be merely another pawn in the game the ruler of the island was about to play. Sophie stepped into the lobby and smiled in an approximation of cheerfulness at the first guest to arrive, a Korean couple here for their honeymoon. As they'd booked a mid-tier package, Unit I -1, aka Ingrid, stepped out to graciously welcome them before directing a bellboy unit to lead them to their room in the main hotel. "Welcome ta Paradise Winds," Sophie called out with a happy wave. Her cameras on the docks showed more and more guests disembarking from the ships and if she were capable of feeling excitement, she'd have been buzzing. As it was she simply sent a single message to the boss: Everything is proceeding according to plan.

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