Avatar System Novels & Stories

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He didn’t look too bad except his choice of clothing was questionable. “Hi. I’m Ava and—“ “Your identification card??” He demands with a scowl on his face cutting me off. Rude much? I give it to him and he types in the code on his computer immediately printing, and handing both the schedule and the card back to me. He looks at me up and down, giving me a nasty look when he’s done. “Shut the door on your way out.” What the fuck? “Is something wrong here? I mean you don’t even know me.”

The countenance of the boy changed to a flirtatious one, almost feminine. "I'm here, daddy. Let me start serving you. Just relax and hold tight, okay? It's going to be a long ride towards heaven." The Artificial Intelligence System said to the ugly looking man while smiling sweetly at the same time. Madame Ais was the one in control of Maru's body and faculties. The Defense Mode uses multiple personalities to adapt to any kind of situation that the host may encounter. Maru was currently sleeping to get his well-deserved rest from the mental torture he experienced in the hands of the ugly looking man.

[GLITCH GliTcH GlItch] A quick headache zap across his mind. An ai robot voice claims a mission for the first in a long time since the system collapsed. Ava was alarmed. The coldness of her feet dangling in the air. Not a single person move and not a single breath can be heard as if they were frozen in time. The senior's unbalanced punch didn't get a chance to even tap on Akira's white complexion and Ava is not in the dearest's body. Her soul sprung out of the villainess's body so fast that she didn't catch the chance to load over the situation before a blue blinding screen appears in the cold air...

Victoria’s face appeared once more, fractured and half-burned, smiling through the static. “Oh, my dear Ava… did you really think I’d give up my heir so easily?” The camera pans out to show a second embryo suspended in glass identical DNA, growing in a tank labeled Prototype Two.

"She was logging the weight distribution of where we sat. Why would a human being keep a data registry of a conversation on a couch?" "Because she didn't view herself as a human being in this house, Michael," Ava said, her hand navigating the trackpad with icy precision. "She viewed herself as an engineer deploying a patch to a system. She was tracking the variables to see how much pressure it took to make you notice the difference between her skin and mine. She was checking her metrics to ensure her baseline matched my profile perfectly." She clicked into a sub-folder labeled MIRROR_TRANSFERS.

All of those has their own kind of Avatar. That thing remind her of how she easily gotten to believe not to interact with people outside, thus thought as intimidated. It happened in her tenth birthday, at the virtual reality. She makes sure to interact with other player in the Park that day, not the sight to be hold that can be seen in her window.

Why do I even have to model if all these women are here? "As you can see, we have handed you your own personalised tablets. On the bottom left corner, there is your avatar and three buttons next to them. These buttons are easy to follow. Green for buy, Red for not interested, and Blue is only used if you want to sell a car that you bought. Everyone has the opportunity to purchase four out of the eight cars, but of course, that goes with how high you're willing to bid for it." Vivian came and stood next to Andrew but not before giving me a snarl and I responded with a huge smile.

"A few 'Random Acts of Kindness' from the 'Subject 01' character will bring him right back up." I watched, paralyzed, as my father was approached by one of the Investors—a being that looked like a tower of glass gears. The gear-being reached out and touched my father’s head. "The 'Aris Vance' template. Classic. Very nostalgic. I’ll take a dozen of these for my private '1990s' sim-room. How much for the 'Original' soul-data?" "For you? A discount," Marcus smiled. "He's not for sale!" I screamed, struggling to stand. I looked at the "Source-Born" orb—the one integrated with Jax—hovering in the sky. "Jax! Help us! Burn them!"

Her heart was pounding as she hit create. The app immediately started showing matches. Most were faceless or used cartoon avatars. She swiped through a few, feeling ridiculous, until one profile caught her eye. SirM Dominant. Knows exactly what he wants and how to take it. Looking for a good girl who wants to be bad for the right man. No profile picture. Ava’s thumb hovered, then tapped Match. The chat opened instantly. SirM: Hey there, ThickLittleSecret. Nice profile. Ava bit her lip, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. She almost closed the app. But her pussy was already throbbing from just reading his words.