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ONE-OFF STORY SEGMENT
THE CONTEXT
What you've just read is my attempt at writing a segment of this idea, in an attempt to flesh it out enough for it to be understood as a standalone piece. I'll be putting this idea out here because I'll likely never actually write it out fully myself. However, I do find it to be an intriguing premise, so I want it out there in the event anyone wants to take inspiration or even the whole premise to use for a story itself.
So, where do I begin with explaining this? You could probably pick it up from the context above, but I'll start with the beginning, in case my attempt at explaining it through story was insufficient. This idea was inspired by the Stalkers from Half Life 2; if you don't know what those are, I'll put a simple explanation up for those that might be squeamish, and a more in-depth one that goes into more graphic details.
Basically, imagine a human that's essentially lobotomized, to act as an automated laborer. That's the simple explanation.
THE IDEA
Now, there is obviously absolutely nothing endearing about that, as the title of this post would suggest. The Combine is undoubtedly a repugnant regime, and Gordon Freeman did nothing wrong when blowing up Nova Prospekt and committing terrorist acts upon the Combine. However, I couldn't help but play with this idea, while combining it with some other popular premises that you'd typically see in web novels. And so, I'll pitch the idea below. Anyone can use it, you can take parts of it, you can take the whole thing if you want to. I simply want to get this idea out, because it has potential to be interesting if done right. This is one of those reincarnation premises, where someone from Earth dies and finds themselves inadvertently reincarnated in another world. Reincarnation has been done a million times, this is a science fiction, I suppose, cyberpunk-esque take on this.
I'll also preface that some things might not be fully fleshed out, since I haven't really thought too deeply when it comes to many aspects of this premise. I've mostly been combining elements that would be interesting to see in a story like this, but it's up to anyone who picks this idea up to make it work.
The protagonist finds themselves reincarnated into the patronage of a rich, technologically advanced family, except it's not quite patronage, they find out. They're some kind of genetically modified, vat-grown human, made specifically to work as a servant class. As for the reasons why they do this instead of employing robots or humans, I could think of a potential few; you can't hack organics, transhumanism is normalized, or it's commonplace because it's a fashion statement among the rich. Think of the Epsilon from Brave New World. Now, they were made to be brainless and to have no self-awareness, so the ethical concerns... aside from the genetically modifying part, are meant to be somewhat minimal. That's something that has to be kept in mind when considering the way they're designed, as these modifications would probably be far more horrifying if it was intentionally on a conscious, self-aware individual.
The protagonist is an exception to this; they're intelligent, with the memories of someone from Earth. Now, of course, they have to acclimate to this. The body is human-derived, but is essentially 'cut-down', functions wise, to save time and resources when creating it. For flexibility and modularity, they're grown without most of their forearms or anything below the knee. This makes it easy to swap out arm and leg prosthetics for multiple use cases, and for repair, as those parts are likely to be the most banged-up when used. Most of the digestive system is also probably not needed, if they're fed something directly into the blood stream. By all means, they still look somewhat human, they just have a lot of what looks like prosthetics and attachments. And, due to that, they're integrated with electronics to help 'control' them, but these electronics were made with the assumption that these artificial humans would not have their own compulsion or self-awareness. It likely would not be difficult for the protagonist to resist these compulsions to do their own thing, but they're likely to lie low and follow whatever they need to do, all while collecting information about where they are.
And, in all practicality, the job is not hard. They're assigned to 'care' for the heir of the family, with the reasoning behind that a mindless artificial individual such as them would be more trustworthy than a servant who could potentially be bought out or have ulterior motives. Life isn't incredibly comfortable, but it's not harsh, either. They're well-fed, constantly maintained, and eventually seen as part of the family. Perhaps the protagonist had a background in child-rearing, and is unexpectedly exceptional at raising this heir despite the fact that they're also trying to lie low. I couldn't imagine how someone would feel if, let's say, the members of the family grow to become very familially affectionate with them, even if the family knows to the best of their knowledge that artificial humans don't have a consciousness to be affectionate back, or even comprehend it. I mean, even in real life, we treat belongings like people: cars, roombas, stuffed animals, and even weapons.
That's the endearing part, I'd imagine. Sure, the situation is weird to the protagonist, but I could imagine there would be plenty of wholesome, slice-of-life moments that come with raising a child and being part of a family.
THE APPEAL
I would imagine that the primary appeal for this story, at first glance, would be the fact that the protagonist is in the body of something human-like, yet not meant to be intelligent. I know premises that begin with "stranger in a strange land" are rather popular. That is the hook of the story; that is what most will likely click on it for. In general, the protagonist gradually acclimating to their new environment, making sense of where they are, and figuring out what to do throughout all of this is plenty enough for a good start.
Likewise, the reveal is a big one, when the family realizes that the artificial human they own is, indeed, intelligent. A lot of the tension would probably come from the protagonist getting a multitude of close-calls, with blowing their own cover. They likely wouldn't reveal this information off the bat, reason being that they are aware they exist as an unintelligent babysitter. So, they need to do a good job, but not such a good job that someone thinks "Hmm, isn't this a little too smart for one of them to be doing?" Of course, I'm a sucker for happy endings. So, protagonist gets found out, they come clean with everything once they can properly communicate, the situation is absolutely unprecedented, and the government just decides to grant them human rights to avoid the legal mess. They'd stay with the family, of course, because who would you trust more than someone who's raised your child from day 1? Everyone's happy, they have a precedent to look back to in case it ever happens again, into the sunset they go.
THE FLAWS
The premise is really weird, and you probably will have some very uncomfortable hypotheticals and questions asked about the setting. GMO humans specifically made for that kind of labor work is inherently dystopian, even if they don't have the mind to comprehend that it's essentially slave labor. I don't have any answers for that, if someone wants to pick it up they'll have to address it in some manner, either by somehow justifying it (extraordinarily difficult to do), or just admitting that the setting is a little screwed up from the perspective of a 21st century human.
There's also the issue that, between the initial character waking up in the world and the final reveal, there'll be a large block in the middle of what is basically slice-of-life, or other accompanying story arcs. So, any writer who wants to tackle this would have to be very good at plotting the entire thing, because you can easily have a case of "Exciting start, exciting end, boring middle".
Third problem. You'll need a protagonist tailored specifically for this story. Someone who's comfortable with the status quo, comfortable with routines, and isn't so curious that they'd openly rebel or try to escape. Now, these aren't hard requirements; I don't doubt you can write a compelling story where the protagonist refuses to be a nanny and decides to go out on their own, to change the world. But to do the above premise I laid out specifically like it is, you'll need someone who'll find their situation, in the least bit, okay to be in. Balancing this between them being merely okay with it, and being an utter doormat, would probably be hard. Additionally, some of the conditions that they're now in are somewhat... very hard. They can't eat, they're fed directly into their bloodstream, they need replacement parts, and they don't have the best dexterity. It'll be exceedingly difficult for them to be independent, so some form of mutual relationship is essentially required in this story.
CONCLUSION
I feel like I'm missing something, but that's the basis of this premise I've thought up here. The above is my take on how I would potentially write it. It has the potential to be rather endearing, but it's also got an inherent body-horror undertone to it. I want your thoughts on it, how to make it more interesting, anything along those lines. Anyone can take it, modify it to their wish, write stories with it. I won't ever write it myself; I've got too much on my plate. Hope this serves as a good bit of inspiration for anyone here.
"Intelligent? Don't kid me," the Bio-Technician said. "They had been grown specifically not to be intelligent. It's impossible, and the thought of one being intelligent would have horrifying implications."
"I am certain that it is," replied the Matriarch. "It actively sought out for help after my daughter had a medical emergency while alone."
"It could've been a fluke," he said to her. "Maybe... a servant had been monitoring the cameras? Or a change in environment prompted it to do something out of the ordinary."
Despite that, the Matriarch was not taking anything else for an answer. "There are no cameras in my daughter's room, and the servants had been asleep, it was late night. I want you to check, because it saved her life. Do that for me, at least?"
The 'it' they were speaking of, specifically, was me. I remained seated on the examination table, glancing between the two. In any other situation, I'd have issue with being called an object. But my circumstances were so unusual that it ranked low on my list of concerns. I glanced down at my mechanical forearms, staring at where the seam for those prosthetics ended, and where actual flesh-and-blood arms began.
"Fine, if you're so insistent," the Bio-Technician muttered. I could understand his annoyance; I've had to take calls from customers that sounded like they didn't know what they were talking about. That was before, though.
He picked something off a nearby table, and held it up. To catch my attention, he clicked his tongue. I looked over, my gaze now on him.
"Hey. You can catch this, right?" he asked, holding up a small, empty pill bottle.
It was not like I could answer; the lack of vocal cords made that difficult. He decided to fling said pill bottle at me before I could respond, regardless.
I held my arm up, but the prosthetics distincitly did not have the dexterity to catch something like that. It bounced off my forehead, and landed on the ground.
"It reacted," the Matriarch replied.
"It could just be instinct, to shield itself from harm... And that was a bad experiment, now that I think about it," the man said. "Let me try something else."
He then made eye contact with me, leaning down a little so we were both eye-to-eye.
"What is two plus two?" he asked. "You can hold up the answer with your fingers."
That was something I could do. The prosthetics were clunky, and each hand only had four fingers each, but at least it was within my capabilities. I held up one hand, all four mechanical fingers splayed out.
"Okay... subtract one."
I put down one finger, to make three fingers held up.
"Multiply that by two."
That should be... six, right? I held up all four fingers on one hand, and brought my other prosthetic hand up, to raise an additional two fingers.
"Divide that by three."
Two fingers. Easy.
"Sway your left leg the same amount of times as you're holding your fingers up."
I, then, swayed my left leg two times, back and forth. With every 'test' I passed, the expression on the Bio-Technician's face grew more uncertain.
"Okay, then... now kick me in the shin with your right leg," he said.
I glanced at the Matriarch, and tilted my head. I could do that, but penalties for hurting a human were pretty severe, the same way a dog that bit someone would be put down.
"You may be... allowed to?" she said. The way she spoke it, it seemed as though she was unsure that I could understand her. But the mere fact that I could comprehend that consent would've been proof enough. So, I kicked the Bio-Technician in the shin, as soft as I could, with my right leg.
"Yeouch!"
He jumped up, holding his shin. I might've misjudged that kick, my prosthetic legs were made of metal and composite plastics, after all. They were pretty hard. The Bio-Technician leaned against the table, rubbing the spot where I had kicked him.
"Okay, yeah. It's... it's intelligent," he said. "What the hell?"
"What does this mean, sir?" the Matriarch asked.
"This is... unprecedented. It shouldn't be possible, they're not grown with brains meant for self-awareness. I don't even know if we have..."
He grabbed a booklet in his shirt pocket, and flipped through it.
"Yeah, there's nothing telling us what to do if we were to run into this. It's impossible, it's like finding out gravity doesn't actually exist. This is above my pay grade... How long have you had this model? Depending on how old it is, this could be a very, very bad thing if it's a flaw across an entire series."
I couldn't vouch too hard for the others, since I rarely met others of my same type and model. But of the few I've met, they were very much unintelligent. So you probably shouldn't need to worry about that, mister Bio-Technician.
"We've had it since the day it was ready for use, seven or eight years ago," the Matriarch said. "But from the first day..."
I still remembered my first day in this body. Waking up like this was disorienting, especially since I distinctly remembered dying moments before. So I basically did the equivalent of misbehaving, trying to make sense of my surroundings, exploring and such. Since they, at that time, only assumed I wasn't intelligent, they simply thought there might've been something wrong with me, and sent me in for an evaluation.
Since then, I've mostly laid low and stayed in line. It turns out that people talked a lot about matters that the masses shouldn't hear of when I was in their presence, probably because they assumed that I didn't have the mental capacity to remember any of it. I was just part of the background, some kind of artificial human created specifically to be an autonomous, trustworthy servant.
Life had been fairly comfortable, aside from the rather horrifying fact that I did not have any flesh-and-blood limbs below my elbows and knees, only advanced prosthetics. And the fact that I was essentially regarded as property. Paradoxically enough, that meant I was treated well, since I was an investment. A malfunctioning device or appliance wouldn't magically do better if you were to beat it up, after all. And I was too expensive to simply discard and replace, so that meant they did their best to not overexert me. And I think I was also the favorite of the Matriarch's daughter, as I was the one who usually cared for her.
I think the Matriarch had all of that dawn on her when she went through her own memories, because the only thing she could respond with was, "Oh my goodness."
THE CONTEXT
What you've just read is my attempt at writing a segment of this idea, in an attempt to flesh it out enough for it to be understood as a standalone piece. I'll be putting this idea out here because I'll likely never actually write it out fully myself. However, I do find it to be an intriguing premise, so I want it out there in the event anyone wants to take inspiration or even the whole premise to use for a story itself.
So, where do I begin with explaining this? You could probably pick it up from the context above, but I'll start with the beginning, in case my attempt at explaining it through story was insufficient. This idea was inspired by the Stalkers from Half Life 2; if you don't know what those are, I'll put a simple explanation up for those that might be squeamish, and a more in-depth one that goes into more graphic details.
Basically, imagine a human that's essentially lobotomized, to act as an automated laborer. That's the simple explanation.
The setting of Half Life 2 is twenty years after an alien force called the Combine waged war against Earth. They're currently leading a brutal military occupation, and dissident humans are usually killed or worse. The 'worse' part entails being turned into a 'stalker': They're heavily surgically modified humans that are atrophied husks of their former selves. I'll give a segment from the Half Life 2 wikia article about them:
Source: https://half-life.fandom.com/wiki/StalkerBarely recognizable as human, Stalkers have undergone drastic surgical procedures and cybernetic implantation. A Stalker's limb extremities (hands and lower legs) have been amputated and replaced with unwieldy metallic poles bolted-on for feet which hinder mobility, resulting in a slow, zombie-like gait, and a primitive pincer is fitted in place of a right hand. The left arm is left with only a stump. Apparently unable to talk, they utter only roars and groans, probably as a result of the removal of their vocal cords or severe larynx and mental alteration.
Stalker bodies are extremely atrophied and skeletal, with very little muscle or fat tissue remaining. The nose and ears have been cut off, and they have no lips, cheeks or eyelids. The frontal plate of the skull has been replaced with a featureless metallic faceplate with dark, sunken pinholes for eyes. Beneath the metal plate the eye sockets remain but the eyeballs appear have been removed and replaced with cybernetic implants; presumably these are optical sensors that double as part of the stalker's laser device, which emanates from the face.
THE IDEA
Now, there is obviously absolutely nothing endearing about that, as the title of this post would suggest. The Combine is undoubtedly a repugnant regime, and Gordon Freeman did nothing wrong when blowing up Nova Prospekt and committing terrorist acts upon the Combine. However, I couldn't help but play with this idea, while combining it with some other popular premises that you'd typically see in web novels. And so, I'll pitch the idea below. Anyone can use it, you can take parts of it, you can take the whole thing if you want to. I simply want to get this idea out, because it has potential to be interesting if done right. This is one of those reincarnation premises, where someone from Earth dies and finds themselves inadvertently reincarnated in another world. Reincarnation has been done a million times, this is a science fiction, I suppose, cyberpunk-esque take on this.
I'll also preface that some things might not be fully fleshed out, since I haven't really thought too deeply when it comes to many aspects of this premise. I've mostly been combining elements that would be interesting to see in a story like this, but it's up to anyone who picks this idea up to make it work.
The protagonist finds themselves reincarnated into the patronage of a rich, technologically advanced family, except it's not quite patronage, they find out. They're some kind of genetically modified, vat-grown human, made specifically to work as a servant class. As for the reasons why they do this instead of employing robots or humans, I could think of a potential few; you can't hack organics, transhumanism is normalized, or it's commonplace because it's a fashion statement among the rich. Think of the Epsilon from Brave New World. Now, they were made to be brainless and to have no self-awareness, so the ethical concerns... aside from the genetically modifying part, are meant to be somewhat minimal. That's something that has to be kept in mind when considering the way they're designed, as these modifications would probably be far more horrifying if it was intentionally on a conscious, self-aware individual.
The protagonist is an exception to this; they're intelligent, with the memories of someone from Earth. Now, of course, they have to acclimate to this. The body is human-derived, but is essentially 'cut-down', functions wise, to save time and resources when creating it. For flexibility and modularity, they're grown without most of their forearms or anything below the knee. This makes it easy to swap out arm and leg prosthetics for multiple use cases, and for repair, as those parts are likely to be the most banged-up when used. Most of the digestive system is also probably not needed, if they're fed something directly into the blood stream. By all means, they still look somewhat human, they just have a lot of what looks like prosthetics and attachments. And, due to that, they're integrated with electronics to help 'control' them, but these electronics were made with the assumption that these artificial humans would not have their own compulsion or self-awareness. It likely would not be difficult for the protagonist to resist these compulsions to do their own thing, but they're likely to lie low and follow whatever they need to do, all while collecting information about where they are.
And, in all practicality, the job is not hard. They're assigned to 'care' for the heir of the family, with the reasoning behind that a mindless artificial individual such as them would be more trustworthy than a servant who could potentially be bought out or have ulterior motives. Life isn't incredibly comfortable, but it's not harsh, either. They're well-fed, constantly maintained, and eventually seen as part of the family. Perhaps the protagonist had a background in child-rearing, and is unexpectedly exceptional at raising this heir despite the fact that they're also trying to lie low. I couldn't imagine how someone would feel if, let's say, the members of the family grow to become very familially affectionate with them, even if the family knows to the best of their knowledge that artificial humans don't have a consciousness to be affectionate back, or even comprehend it. I mean, even in real life, we treat belongings like people: cars, roombas, stuffed animals, and even weapons.
That's the endearing part, I'd imagine. Sure, the situation is weird to the protagonist, but I could imagine there would be plenty of wholesome, slice-of-life moments that come with raising a child and being part of a family.
THE APPEAL
I would imagine that the primary appeal for this story, at first glance, would be the fact that the protagonist is in the body of something human-like, yet not meant to be intelligent. I know premises that begin with "stranger in a strange land" are rather popular. That is the hook of the story; that is what most will likely click on it for. In general, the protagonist gradually acclimating to their new environment, making sense of where they are, and figuring out what to do throughout all of this is plenty enough for a good start.
Likewise, the reveal is a big one, when the family realizes that the artificial human they own is, indeed, intelligent. A lot of the tension would probably come from the protagonist getting a multitude of close-calls, with blowing their own cover. They likely wouldn't reveal this information off the bat, reason being that they are aware they exist as an unintelligent babysitter. So, they need to do a good job, but not such a good job that someone thinks "Hmm, isn't this a little too smart for one of them to be doing?" Of course, I'm a sucker for happy endings. So, protagonist gets found out, they come clean with everything once they can properly communicate, the situation is absolutely unprecedented, and the government just decides to grant them human rights to avoid the legal mess. They'd stay with the family, of course, because who would you trust more than someone who's raised your child from day 1? Everyone's happy, they have a precedent to look back to in case it ever happens again, into the sunset they go.
THE FLAWS
The premise is really weird, and you probably will have some very uncomfortable hypotheticals and questions asked about the setting. GMO humans specifically made for that kind of labor work is inherently dystopian, even if they don't have the mind to comprehend that it's essentially slave labor. I don't have any answers for that, if someone wants to pick it up they'll have to address it in some manner, either by somehow justifying it (extraordinarily difficult to do), or just admitting that the setting is a little screwed up from the perspective of a 21st century human.
There's also the issue that, between the initial character waking up in the world and the final reveal, there'll be a large block in the middle of what is basically slice-of-life, or other accompanying story arcs. So, any writer who wants to tackle this would have to be very good at plotting the entire thing, because you can easily have a case of "Exciting start, exciting end, boring middle".
Third problem. You'll need a protagonist tailored specifically for this story. Someone who's comfortable with the status quo, comfortable with routines, and isn't so curious that they'd openly rebel or try to escape. Now, these aren't hard requirements; I don't doubt you can write a compelling story where the protagonist refuses to be a nanny and decides to go out on their own, to change the world. But to do the above premise I laid out specifically like it is, you'll need someone who'll find their situation, in the least bit, okay to be in. Balancing this between them being merely okay with it, and being an utter doormat, would probably be hard. Additionally, some of the conditions that they're now in are somewhat... very hard. They can't eat, they're fed directly into their bloodstream, they need replacement parts, and they don't have the best dexterity. It'll be exceedingly difficult for them to be independent, so some form of mutual relationship is essentially required in this story.
CONCLUSION
I feel like I'm missing something, but that's the basis of this premise I've thought up here. The above is my take on how I would potentially write it. It has the potential to be rather endearing, but it's also got an inherent body-horror undertone to it. I want your thoughts on it, how to make it more interesting, anything along those lines. Anyone can take it, modify it to their wish, write stories with it. I won't ever write it myself; I've got too much on my plate. Hope this serves as a good bit of inspiration for anyone here.