The house sounded like an irate mother. “My goodness, Sara. Where have you beeen? And why on earth are you dressed like that?”
You struggled to break free of the house, but you were too firmly held and could get no leverage. “I’m. Not. Sara!” You shouted.
“Well, we first need to get you out of those clothes and into something more fitting for you.” By now, the hands had passed you up the stairs and into the bathroom. “Let’s start by getting you clean.”
More arms appeared. Your clothes were removed, rather violently, almost as if the AI, CARA, was angry with you. You were lifted into the shower, where pleasantly warm water was already running. You tried to step out, twice, but the arms kept placing you back in. On your third attempt to escape, a metal ring shot out of the wall and fastened around your neck. You put both hands on the rod attaching it to the wall, braced your feet, and pulled. And nothing happened. You were stuck in the shower.
Sputtering, you shouted, “I’m not Sara!” A bar of soap was shoved in your mouth.
“I’ll hear no more of such nonsense, Sara. Now hold still and let me get you cleaned up.”
More arms appeared. Two held your arms out. Two splayed your legs wide. Rotary brush-tipped arms roughly scrubbed you down with floral scented soap. Your hair was washed. A foul smelling, itchy location was slathered over your body. You squirmed, helplessly, as all body hair was rinsed away by the depilatory.
“Honestly, Sara, it’s a good thing I’m here now to take care of you,” CARA said, lifting you out of the tub.
The metal collar suddenly popped off the rod from the wall, remaining around your neck. Apparently it had some sort of magnetic attachment. You tugged at the collar, but it wasn’t moving. It was tight, and slightly uncomfortable. Large towels in more mechanical arms appeared, roughly drying you off. Your hair was combed. “We,LoL have to do something about this atrocious hair style,” CARA said.
You were starting to get worried. This stupid AI thought you were Sara, seemed unhappy with your appearance, and was giving you a rather unwanted makeover.
A towel was wrapped, turban style, around your hair. Another towel was wrapped around your body, covering it as if you were a woman.
“Now, that’s a good start,” CARA said. “Let’s continue, shall we?”
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