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This is going to be a somewhat unusual and experimental CYOA. You won't vote on a character's actions or personalities. Instead, you'll pick one of several unfortunate young women, and decide exactly how unfortunate they are. You'll vote on what situations they find themselves in, and how their attempts to get out of those situations work out. The first (several?) posts will be an extensive introduction into the world on which this happens, and your role in it.
== AURORA ==
Aurora Norte sat down on the odd chair, and started swinging her legs back and forth. The shape made it obvious what came next, and it wasn't the part of this exam she was looking forward to.
"Nervous?" The nurse smiled apologetically. "Most women are. It's a big change. You'll be at Artemis for four years, if everything goes well. You can write to your family, of course, but they don't even allow live teleconference. They're very serious about taking academics seriously."
"Most academics do," Aurora responded, "But it's not that. Well, not entirely. I grew up on Earth. And I've never used a Gateway."
"Really? That's-" the nurse reconsidered "It's not too bad. You'll be confused at first, but it fades quickly. Now: we do have a bit of a schedule here."
The redhead squirmed uncomfortably for a moment before pulling her pants and panties down in one movement.
"Everything, all the way off. Then up in the stirrups." The nurse tapped her foot.
"Really? I have to take my shirt off for you to look... down there?"
"Well, if it makes you feel better you can wait until the breast exam, but... you did read the pamphlet, right?" She frowned.
"Um..."
"Oh, for fucks sake! Everyone makes the Gateway journey to Artemis naked. That's sort of their 'thing'. They claim no man has ever set foot on the planet, and they 'enforce' that by having everyone come through naked. You'll be getting dressed thirty seconds after you go through, but until then..."
Aurora sighed, and lifted her shirt, letting her modest breasts plop out. She hadn't been wearing a bra.
"And your legs."
The prospective student lifted her legs into the stirrups, and the nurse shook her hands. A shimmer seemed to pour down from a bracelet on each wrist in a gravity-defying way until her hands were fully covered by the skin-tight gloves. "Now, lets take a look..."
Ten thoroughly embarrassing minutes later, Aurora stood in a white room about the size of an elevator. A small red light glowed above the door, and there was an uncomfortable pressure. She stared nervously at the back wall. In about ten seconds, a ten-foot-wide and perfect two-dimensional circle of bizarre energy would come flying through it at half the speed of light. This, to belabour the obvious, made her slightly nervous. It was just too much energy, too fast, too -
She fell to the ground gracelessly, seeing stars, and nearly threw up as she regained her feet. There was a 'ding', and the light turned green. The nude redhead stumbled out of the doors. A middle-aged woman glared at her from behind a desk, looked her pointedly up and down, then pointed to Aurora's left, saying something unintelligible. She stumbled off towards the indicated door, walked through, and tried to compose herself.
Gateway travel, she decided, sucked blue monkey ass. If there was a less unpleasant way to cover the nearly one thousand light-years between Earth and Artemis, she would take it on the way back in a heartbeat. Even if it took slightly less than a thousand years. But it seemed unlikely that there would be a flight leaving near her graduation. There was supposed to be exactly one way to get within a hundred light years of Artemis Academy, and that was the way she'd just taken. And a similar gate to get back to Earth. So she'd probably have to do that again. Wormhole travel was clearly unhealthy. She supposed that's why they tried to make it last a fraction of a second so small that she couldn't even guess how many zeroes...
She shook her head. 3 times ten to the eight meters per second was the speed of light. Half that. Estimate the length of her body, standing and facing the gate at an angle, as 15 centimeters to be convenient. Eight zeroes. Maybe seven or nine, depending on how close to "half" the speed of light the gate moved, and which way she was facing. The confusion seemed to be fading, fortunately. Some people reported that it could last for weeks, though that might just have been psychosomatic.
Aurora looked around the room. It contained a toilet, a sink, and a school uniform. She looked at that distastefully. It was the one thing she'd really disliked about Artemis Academy. Or it had been, until she'd experienced the Gateway. All students were required to wear a uniform to class and official functions. And it was... well, the pleated skirt wouldn't reach halfway down her knees, and she suspected that it would be way too easy to tell if she wasn't wearing the uniform's included panties. Not that she was likely to have any alternatives, since they didn't let her bring anything with her. Literally nothing. Not her own computer, not even the clothes on her back. What she'd worn to the exam would be waiting for her after graduation.
She pulled on the uniform, then relieved herself and splashed some water on her face. Then went out the clearly marked exit, after trying the door she'd come through, seeing that it was locked. It seemed pretty obviously set up for someone who was still confused. Maybe the 'weeks' thing wasn't entirely psychosomatic, at least for some people.
The receptionist on the other side was somewhat less surly than the first one had been. "Aurora? Aurora Norte?" She nodded. "Perfect. You're the first one of your group. You can wait here, or step outside. Though I'll have to ask that you not leave the courtyard. Oh, and what am I thinking... what year is it?"
"I can't read your mind, but the year is 328."
The receptionist smiled. "Good, you seem fine. Welcome to Artemis. Welcome to Artemis Academy."
Aurora smiled back and excused herself. She stepped out into... paradise. The sea air blew warmly in her face, and suddenly she realized why the uniform was so scanty - it was hot. The cry of a bird made her look up, and she caught sight of the sun. She stared up at it, for a moment. It didn't look any different than Earth's own star. In fact, the whole place could have been a tropical island on Earth, a few thousand years ago. She stared a little longer. Just like Earth, except without all the pollution. And boys.
=====
The camera pulled back from above the redhead, showing the Academy, then the small island it was set on, then the continent to the West, then the entire ocean world, the continent the only land visible at this scale, and not covered in clouds. A huge hurricane spun across the equator, well South of the Academy. You could practically see the storms parting around the Mountains at the heart of the continent, and you could see the band of relative calm at that latitude, and mirrored in the southern hemisphere.
The camera flipped around, facing the sun, and zoomed forward at a ridiculous speed. A dot appeared in the face of the sun, and grew into an asteroid. The camera slammed to a halt in front of a window, and several people looked out, curious to see if there really was a camera. If there was, they couldn't see it. The people turned back towards the view screen in the center of the room, where there was a new young woman pulling her clothes off in an exam room.
On the stage in front of the screen, a light flicked on, illuminating a man. Or at least a human. Probably. It was dressed like a crash-test dummy, except the odd mask. Most of the figures in the theatre-style seating around him wore masks as well, and hid their figures in cloaks or artificial fogs. A few wore human bodies, but it was clear that 'wore' (or perhaps 'occupied') was the correct word. They weren't their original bodies. The man spoke. "Well, ladies and Gentlemen. Aurora. That's all you'll be seeing of her... at least for now. And of course you will have records of her from the exam until she left the arrival building, as you will for each of the ten thousand incoming freshmen. They aren't all as pretty as her - or virgins, like her - but they're all human women, between eighteen and twenty. They're all intelligent, and all fit enough to do well in at least one physical sport or exhibition. We can't guarantee the beauty of each one... but with so many, you'll find something you like."
"You all know the rules! Bid on as many as you like! The top ten winning bids get the girl when they leave Artemis! And the rest of you need not lose out... the ten lucky 'winners' will have quite an experience over the next few years, and you can vote on just how perverted that experience that is! Or perhaps I should say how that experience is perverted." The mask smirked.
"Bidding closes in thirty days, by which time all ten thousand women will have been through the gate, and you'll each have - if nothing else - ten thousand inductions to watch in full 3D and audio. All indexed in a ridiculous variety of ways, naturally, if you're looking for something in particular. And then... and then the fun really starts."
====
And the winning bids are:
1. Aurora Norte. A redheaded math major, with a-cup breasts and an intact virginity. (0/10 exposure)
2. Sarah Summer. ??? (0/10 exposure)
3. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
4. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
5. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
6. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
7. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
8. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
9. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
10. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
== AURORA ==
Aurora Norte sat down on the odd chair, and started swinging her legs back and forth. The shape made it obvious what came next, and it wasn't the part of this exam she was looking forward to.
"Nervous?" The nurse smiled apologetically. "Most women are. It's a big change. You'll be at Artemis for four years, if everything goes well. You can write to your family, of course, but they don't even allow live teleconference. They're very serious about taking academics seriously."
"Most academics do," Aurora responded, "But it's not that. Well, not entirely. I grew up on Earth. And I've never used a Gateway."
"Really? That's-" the nurse reconsidered "It's not too bad. You'll be confused at first, but it fades quickly. Now: we do have a bit of a schedule here."
The redhead squirmed uncomfortably for a moment before pulling her pants and panties down in one movement.
"Everything, all the way off. Then up in the stirrups." The nurse tapped her foot.
"Really? I have to take my shirt off for you to look... down there?"
"Well, if it makes you feel better you can wait until the breast exam, but... you did read the pamphlet, right?" She frowned.
"Um..."
"Oh, for fucks sake! Everyone makes the Gateway journey to Artemis naked. That's sort of their 'thing'. They claim no man has ever set foot on the planet, and they 'enforce' that by having everyone come through naked. You'll be getting dressed thirty seconds after you go through, but until then..."
Aurora sighed, and lifted her shirt, letting her modest breasts plop out. She hadn't been wearing a bra.
"And your legs."
The prospective student lifted her legs into the stirrups, and the nurse shook her hands. A shimmer seemed to pour down from a bracelet on each wrist in a gravity-defying way until her hands were fully covered by the skin-tight gloves. "Now, lets take a look..."
Ten thoroughly embarrassing minutes later, Aurora stood in a white room about the size of an elevator. A small red light glowed above the door, and there was an uncomfortable pressure. She stared nervously at the back wall. In about ten seconds, a ten-foot-wide and perfect two-dimensional circle of bizarre energy would come flying through it at half the speed of light. This, to belabour the obvious, made her slightly nervous. It was just too much energy, too fast, too -
She fell to the ground gracelessly, seeing stars, and nearly threw up as she regained her feet. There was a 'ding', and the light turned green. The nude redhead stumbled out of the doors. A middle-aged woman glared at her from behind a desk, looked her pointedly up and down, then pointed to Aurora's left, saying something unintelligible. She stumbled off towards the indicated door, walked through, and tried to compose herself.
Gateway travel, she decided, sucked blue monkey ass. If there was a less unpleasant way to cover the nearly one thousand light-years between Earth and Artemis, she would take it on the way back in a heartbeat. Even if it took slightly less than a thousand years. But it seemed unlikely that there would be a flight leaving near her graduation. There was supposed to be exactly one way to get within a hundred light years of Artemis Academy, and that was the way she'd just taken. And a similar gate to get back to Earth. So she'd probably have to do that again. Wormhole travel was clearly unhealthy. She supposed that's why they tried to make it last a fraction of a second so small that she couldn't even guess how many zeroes...
She shook her head. 3 times ten to the eight meters per second was the speed of light. Half that. Estimate the length of her body, standing and facing the gate at an angle, as 15 centimeters to be convenient. Eight zeroes. Maybe seven or nine, depending on how close to "half" the speed of light the gate moved, and which way she was facing. The confusion seemed to be fading, fortunately. Some people reported that it could last for weeks, though that might just have been psychosomatic.
Aurora looked around the room. It contained a toilet, a sink, and a school uniform. She looked at that distastefully. It was the one thing she'd really disliked about Artemis Academy. Or it had been, until she'd experienced the Gateway. All students were required to wear a uniform to class and official functions. And it was... well, the pleated skirt wouldn't reach halfway down her knees, and she suspected that it would be way too easy to tell if she wasn't wearing the uniform's included panties. Not that she was likely to have any alternatives, since they didn't let her bring anything with her. Literally nothing. Not her own computer, not even the clothes on her back. What she'd worn to the exam would be waiting for her after graduation.
She pulled on the uniform, then relieved herself and splashed some water on her face. Then went out the clearly marked exit, after trying the door she'd come through, seeing that it was locked. It seemed pretty obviously set up for someone who was still confused. Maybe the 'weeks' thing wasn't entirely psychosomatic, at least for some people.
The receptionist on the other side was somewhat less surly than the first one had been. "Aurora? Aurora Norte?" She nodded. "Perfect. You're the first one of your group. You can wait here, or step outside. Though I'll have to ask that you not leave the courtyard. Oh, and what am I thinking... what year is it?"
"I can't read your mind, but the year is 328."
The receptionist smiled. "Good, you seem fine. Welcome to Artemis. Welcome to Artemis Academy."
Aurora smiled back and excused herself. She stepped out into... paradise. The sea air blew warmly in her face, and suddenly she realized why the uniform was so scanty - it was hot. The cry of a bird made her look up, and she caught sight of the sun. She stared up at it, for a moment. It didn't look any different than Earth's own star. In fact, the whole place could have been a tropical island on Earth, a few thousand years ago. She stared a little longer. Just like Earth, except without all the pollution. And boys.
=====
The camera pulled back from above the redhead, showing the Academy, then the small island it was set on, then the continent to the West, then the entire ocean world, the continent the only land visible at this scale, and not covered in clouds. A huge hurricane spun across the equator, well South of the Academy. You could practically see the storms parting around the Mountains at the heart of the continent, and you could see the band of relative calm at that latitude, and mirrored in the southern hemisphere.
The camera flipped around, facing the sun, and zoomed forward at a ridiculous speed. A dot appeared in the face of the sun, and grew into an asteroid. The camera slammed to a halt in front of a window, and several people looked out, curious to see if there really was a camera. If there was, they couldn't see it. The people turned back towards the view screen in the center of the room, where there was a new young woman pulling her clothes off in an exam room.
On the stage in front of the screen, a light flicked on, illuminating a man. Or at least a human. Probably. It was dressed like a crash-test dummy, except the odd mask. Most of the figures in the theatre-style seating around him wore masks as well, and hid their figures in cloaks or artificial fogs. A few wore human bodies, but it was clear that 'wore' (or perhaps 'occupied') was the correct word. They weren't their original bodies. The man spoke. "Well, ladies and Gentlemen. Aurora. That's all you'll be seeing of her... at least for now. And of course you will have records of her from the exam until she left the arrival building, as you will for each of the ten thousand incoming freshmen. They aren't all as pretty as her - or virgins, like her - but they're all human women, between eighteen and twenty. They're all intelligent, and all fit enough to do well in at least one physical sport or exhibition. We can't guarantee the beauty of each one... but with so many, you'll find something you like."
"You all know the rules! Bid on as many as you like! The top ten winning bids get the girl when they leave Artemis! And the rest of you need not lose out... the ten lucky 'winners' will have quite an experience over the next few years, and you can vote on just how perverted that experience that is! Or perhaps I should say how that experience is perverted." The mask smirked.
"Bidding closes in thirty days, by which time all ten thousand women will have been through the gate, and you'll each have - if nothing else - ten thousand inductions to watch in full 3D and audio. All indexed in a ridiculous variety of ways, naturally, if you're looking for something in particular. And then... and then the fun really starts."
====
And the winning bids are:
1. Aurora Norte. A redheaded math major, with a-cup breasts and an intact virginity. (0/10 exposure)
2. Sarah Summer. ??? (0/10 exposure)
3. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
4. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
5. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
6. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
7. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
8. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
9. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
10. ???. ??? (0/10 exposure)
Choice: who will we be 'watching' first?
A.) Aurora Norte.
B.) Sarah Summer.
C.) Suggest a name.
For B/C ONLY: Design a character.
1.) (optional) Hair color.
2.) (optional) Eye color.
3.) (optional) Breast size.
4.) (optional) Major.
5.) (optional) Sexual orientation.
6.) (optional) Previous sexual experience.
7.) (optional) Other physical information, or factual past.
Note: I reserve the right to veto characters that I don't think fit. (Athletic, reasonably intelligent, not complete sluts) "Modifications" may happen later, but they will all at least start out within the normal human variances.
A.) Aurora Norte.
B.) Sarah Summer.
C.) Suggest a name.
For B/C ONLY: Design a character.
1.) (optional) Hair color.
2.) (optional) Eye color.
3.) (optional) Breast size.
4.) (optional) Major.
5.) (optional) Sexual orientation.
6.) (optional) Previous sexual experience.
7.) (optional) Other physical information, or factual past.
Note: I reserve the right to veto characters that I don't think fit. (Athletic, reasonably intelligent, not complete sluts) "Modifications" may happen later, but they will all at least start out within the normal human variances.
Exposure. The only stat I'm tracking. If it reaches 10, the subject is permanently "retired", which in practice appears to mean sold into slavery. It generally represents how fit the person is to continue as a subject. Things like convincing others there's something going on, going insane, or refusing to further participate would be examples of a high score, and something like trying to give birth to their womb full of tentacles in a public place would be an immediate 10. In fact getting pregnant in general is pretty suspicious, seeing as they all had a full medical exam between seeing the last man and arriving at the Academy. I'd suggest ending such things out of the public eye.
You can lower exposure by... well, depending on the particulars you might 'convince' the subject to continue on, or not tell people, etc. Or you could switch to someone else and let some time pass. I'll show this stat for each subject any time switching subjects is an option.
You can lower exposure by... well, depending on the particulars you might 'convince' the subject to continue on, or not tell people, etc. Or you could switch to someone else and let some time pass. I'll show this stat for each subject any time switching subjects is an option.
OOC tidbits about the world:
The asteroid from which the voting is taking place is sitting at the Artemis-Star L1 point. It requires periodic station-keeping thrusts, but is fairly stable. It isn't visible to the naked eye or anything simple like a pinhole camera. There are no telescopes equipped to look at the Star from Artemis, but there are some at other Lagrangian points, which lets them keep an eye on the star... without seeing the Asteroid, or wondering why there are no sun-facing telescopes.
The asteroid from which the voting is taking place is sitting at the Artemis-Star L1 point. It requires periodic station-keeping thrusts, but is fairly stable. It isn't visible to the naked eye or anything simple like a pinhole camera. There are no telescopes equipped to look at the Star from Artemis, but there are some at other Lagrangian points, which lets them keep an eye on the star... without seeing the Asteroid, or wondering why there are no sun-facing telescopes.