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Day 2
subjectâs genetic structure successfully reconfigured
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https://x.com/Horselover_Fat_/status/1749759580446298153?s=20
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IMPORTANT !!!
See comment section below for a lovely TG TF corruption-ish body horror story a very generous anon has written
subjectâs genetic structure successfully reconfigured
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https://x.com/Horselover_Fat_/status/1749759580446298153?s=20
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IMPORTANT !!!
See comment section below for a lovely TG TF corruption-ish body horror story a very generous anon has written
Absolutely lovely
Thank you. This is an exciting neat cute biohorror thriller that touches on some of my favorite themes. <3
The tissue damage is already reversing, which means the compatibility genes have been integrated and activated with the kick-starter metabolism regimen. My housekeeping nanobots are restoring what was lost due to oxygen deprivation and protein denaturing. Despite a week passing, with an autopsy and an embalming! The tissue has been successfully revived and is rebuilding as I write this. This is more progress than Iâd hoped.
Iâm sure Justin wouldnât have minded. After all, he threw his own life away. Canât consent more than that, at least under the current legal regime. The funeral was empty other than me; no next of kin, not even his roommate showed up to pay respect. No sense letting good scaffolding go to waste.
Subjectâs donor tissue is almost fully repaired and is responding to stimulating impulses. Autonomic functions are firing, a little irregularly, but with increasing vigor. The bridge cells I designed are starting to attach, and some areas of the synthesized body are registering neural activity. Itâs working! Justinâs central nervous system is healing after 8 daysâ cessation and the ensuing embalming. I reversed it all. Whatâs more, my synthetic biology construct is interfacing with the new growth and showing no signs of rejection. Time to start the endocrine therapy at the lowest doses to ease the shock to the natural neurons.
I had to check my instruments, but itâs unmistakable. REM patterns. Thereâs something going on in there already, even though the corpus callosum is only at 85% regenerated connection density.
They say a fetus spends most of its time in a dream-like state. Perhaps reanimation recapitulations development? Or maybe sheâs not a blank slate. Maybe thereâs something left of Justin kicking around in there. Iâll increase the nutrient ratio a bit as the repair and integration are going into overtime, and we canât have her starved for growing can we?
Brief power outage today, but the backups kicked in without so much as a flicker on the displays. Power was restored with time to spare. Annoying, but ultimately of no consequence.
I donât know how to describe it other than âsheâs kicking.â Her limbs are contracting in waves as the connections to the natural axons form completed pathways. Iâve still got autonomic functions running externally, but that might not be necessary for long.
More REM activity, but now also full cycles with alpha and theta waves. It looks within parameters for a healthy individual, aside from the lack of wakefulness. The hippocampus is going crazy at times, lighting up like a floodlight. That was an area of extensive reconstruction.
When it settles down a little, Iâll try some stimulation patterns. Knew those functional MRI data would come in handy, just wish Iâd grabbed more than the prurient stuff. Oh well, priorities changed once Justin became a factor. Since my reconstruction technique is statistical rather than strictly faithful, I doubt thereâs going to be anything of the old showing through. Still, it would be interestingâŠ
Yesterday I did a full suite of fMRI playback stimulation. The motor basics got heavy use, pre-training her body to walk and sit and even some data from a concert pianist for manual dexterity. But I had precious little to work with. Still, she responded well. It wasnât long before input and read-outs aligned. If she doesnât come out strutting, at least it wonât take long for her to learn. Moving should feel natural and familiar to her.
Then it was on to behavioral conditioning. Most of my data came from studies of women and focused on arousal and orgasm. Initial runs showed the amygdala reaction was faint, typical of male patterns. But with subsequent iterations it increased strongly until it matched the upper end of female responses present in the real-world data. Seems neuroplasticity is enhanced when youâre bringing a brain back from the dead.
I took advantage of this success today by attempting to âimprintâ the salient fMRI for arousal peaks and orgasm against live, physical stimulation of various regions on the construct body. After a while I was able to reliably correlate stimulation and neurological behavior. Later stages were so consistent it was almost what youâd see in neuro-motor stereotype studies. Am I literally programming her with some reflexive reactions to erogenous contact? Thatâs the aim, at least.
Still, I should try and steal some fMRI data of more everyday activities like reading, math, etc. to play back. Hopefully that will prime those pathways for accelerated reinforcement. No sense growing your own gynoid if you have to give it 18 years of education right out of the vat.
Spent the first half of day 11 retreading the sexy-brain ground, but it seems to already be firmly implanted. There was no ramp-up between playback runs and the maximum response. So, hey, mission accomplished there. I did swipe some fMRI recordings from studies about literacy, numeracy, etc. and incorporated them into the playback subroutine. Day 12 was dedicated to priming this bitch to read and do math with minimal review. The brain took to those stimuli much faster than the female sexual response ones. I wonder if thatâs because Justin had already gone through college and left a blazed trail of in-place neurons in those regards.
Speaking of development, there is a definite convergence of her brain patterns towards typical sleep. Sheâs starting to experience brief moments of neurological wakefulness, though I doubt sheâs coming fully awake before being subsumed by sleep and dreams again. Spend the last half of today prepping the lab and her living quarters. Iâm upping the glucose gradually and enriching the oxygen ratio of her support fluid. Emergence is tomorrow, all things allowing.
She knew my name. First thing out of the vat, after coughing up all the oxy-fluid, she looks up and locks eyes on me. After a couple of false starts, she mumbled out my first name. I gave her a sedative, put her in a gown, and strapped her down to the bed with an IV drip until I could stop freaking out (pardon my technical jargon). She stayed down for twelve hours, but I didnât dare attach any instruments to get readings.
Her voice sounded just like Fluttershyâs.
Today she woke up again and started testing the restraints. I left the observation booth and she locked eyes on me again as changed her drip and sat down across from her. I asked if she knew my name and she replied without hesitation. I asked if she knew hers. She couldnât quite recall. When she noticed the two large lumps on her chest under the covers, she became distressed. Somehow she felt they shouldnât be there. I tried to calm her down, told her there had been a bad car accident and she was lucky to pull through. She asked who saved her, and I told her it was me. She was quiet for a moment, then asked why she couldnât remember much. I lied; comatose for a few months, grogginess was natural, it would all come back in time. She seemed to accept this, but asked about her bust again. I said thereâs be time to sort everything out and it would all come together, but she would need to rest some more.
She didnât. After I left she laid there under the straps that restrained her limbs, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. She tested the restraints again and started contorting her back. I realized she wasnât trying to escape. She was trying to map the contours of her new body to some lingering impression that didnât match it.
A palimpsest. Death scraped away the detailed story of Justinâs life, but impressions shaped like the letters were still there. Lots of basic functions like talking and comprehending speech, but also things specific to Justin. To Justinâs identity. Not all of it, but at least enough to give the impression of misalignment between her new body and the other one. Is this coming from the original neurons? Were the reconstructed substitutions a close match for the lost originals? How much of Justin is in there? Is any more going to emerge?
A lot of talking. We ate. She cleaned out my fridge here in the lab, actually, then I ordered delivery.
She seemed distracted when we spoke, but she stayed present and engaged the whole time. She remembers a lot. Far more than I guessed possible. Even as we spent the day talking she seemed to uncover old memories, described experiences. I donât think her recovery has stopped.
Then she told me why she was distracted. Ah yes, the conditioning was a success. We sort of experimented with that after the talking died down. She was nervous, but quite insistent and enthusiastic. Sheâd spent the previous night exploring herself so she was quite familiar with âthe score.â I am happy to report that, physically, there is nothing amiss with the synthetic body housing the regenerated brain, and its stimulation causes no negative mental incongruities. Quite the opposite; her mood improved significantly by the end of it all. I can hear her rhythmic breathing as I log this entry; resting peacefully and untroubled. Need to turn in myself; completely exhausted.
She remembers enough to know. She understands what happened. She understands what Justin did, and what I did after that.
She seems to be taking it in stride. I broached the subject of her old life, but there was no getting around it. She told me as much; as far as the world was concerned, Justin died almost a month ago. No sense trying to get all that back. Everyone would have to move on; it would be far less distressing to all involved.
But she doesnât want a new name. Says that as much as things have changed, âJustinâ is the only thing that still fits. I think she means it. So weâre trying to figure out what happens from here.
âHow are you so good at this? You said youâve never played this game before,â the researcher whined.
âItâs the sequel to one I played all the time in high school! I know all the combos! Prepare to lay down your life, wimp!â she jeered with a disconcerting, smug tone in her otherwise soft voice. She was well on her way to a sixth Flawless victory.
The researcher sighed in frustration and leaned over to blow on her neck. She giggled in surprise.
âHey, no fair!â she gasped out between breaths. Her eyes were dilating rapidly and a flush was spreading over her face. Her character took several hits that she was unable to counter, so she resorted to blocking.
âGotta give me a handicap, Iâm dying over here!â he replied.
âI gave you one, Iâm not even playing with my main!â she insisted, regaining her advantage and finishing the round with a less than perfect victory. Her composure was returning, so her opponent decided to press the issue. A hand squeezed her thigh just as she commanded her character to leap into an attack. âAck! Cheating!â she choked out with more giggles, her hands unsteady on the controller.
âItâs not my fault youâre such a naughty girl, getting distracted so easily,â he said with a wicked grin.
âIt literally is your fault!â she argued despite a broad smile cracking on her face. âI canât believe you put my brain in a sex-bot body!â Her controller fell to the floor and both game characters stood in idle animations. Her opponent had definitely outmatched her in the meta. She hid her reddening face behind her free hands.
âHey, plans changed pretty quick. I had to improvise.â They sat quietly for a moment, but he didnât remove his hand. âHey, Justin?â he asked, shifting his seat to turn to his companion.
âWhat?â she answered, peeking through her fingers and unable to suppress her smile as his hand slid back and forth over her bare thigh.
âLetâs put it on Story Mode, Normal difficulty. I want to see how you do playing against the CPU while sitting on my lap. In the interest of science.â
âEasy difficulty only,â she countered. âAnd no trigger phrases or putting me in doll mode while Iâm playing! Otherwise Iâm going to get clobbered. Deal?â
âYou know, youâre right. Iâd say âeasy difficultyâ has you written all over it,â he smirked.
âAgain, your fault,â she pointed out as she straddled his lap and adjusted her seat before bending down to pick up the dropped controller. âAll your fault,â she said with a smile.
âI admit no wrongdoing,â he replied, letting his hands rest on the small of her back and enjoying the sound she made as he did so.
âWho said anything about wrongdoing?â she said, biting her lip and attempting to concentrate on the game menu. She could already tell this was going to be more challenging than sheâd assumed. âFeels pretty right to me. After all, itâs the way I was built.â