Awakening of Agent Draco: Transformation
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You found yourself drifting off, your eyelids feeling heavier by the minute. It had been an ordinary day, nothing to merit such intense fatigue. You had planned on finishing that book you’d been reading, or perhaps catching up on your favorite show. But before you could think further, you succumbed to an urgent, overwhelming need to sleep.
When you awoke, you were not on your couch or bed. The surroundings were eerily unfamiliar, and reminiscent of something out of a science fiction movie. Futuristic designs and hi-tech gadgets adorned every corner of the room. Sleek robotic assistants hummed as they zipped around, attending to various tasks. Motorbikes that looked too advanced for current times were lined up neatly on one side.
A synthesized voice broke through your bewilderment. “Welcome back, Agent Draco.”
Agent Draco? You blinked, trying to shake off the grogginess as confusion seeped into your bones. “Who’s Agent Draco?” you managed to say, your voice trembling.
No one answered. Instead, you felt a sharp prick on your arm. A high-tech syringe had been deployed by one of the robotic assistants, injecting something into your bloodstream. Panic surged through you, but your limbs felt heavy, reluctant to move.
Your body began to change, slowly at first, then with escalating speed. Your stature stretched until you were well over six feet tall, your muscles contoured into taut, powerful shapes. Your skin took on a pale-tan hue, a stark contrast to what it had been before. You felt your face morphing subtly, becoming sharper, more refined.
Your clothes shifted as well. They transformed into an asymmetrical gray uniform with white trim, resembling a tailcoat. White segmented bands wrapped around your torso, finalized with yellow buttons. Black boots with long sleeves, silver accents, and high heels appeared, precise in their design. Gloves with yellow cuffs fused themselves over your hands. It was beyond surreal.
“Stop this! Who are you people? What’s happening to me?” you shouted, your voice now deeper, more resonant.
The synthesized voice answered, maintaining its eerie calm. “You are experiencing the reinstatement process, Agent Draco. Your previous identity was a false cover, designed to protect your true self until you were needed once more.”
“No! This can’t be true!” Desperation made you clutch your head as if physical touch could dispel the intruding thoughts. Memories you never knew you had began to flood in, each one more vivid and authentic than the last.
You saw yourself, not as you were, but as Agent Draco—smooth, suave, and intelligent beyond measure. You executed espionage with a mastery that felt innately right. With unyielding clarity, you relived missions where your razor-sharp mind and agility were your greatest assets. You recalled the relentless solitude you adhered to, shielded by an armor of regret and remorse, haunted by past tragedies.
“Remember your true self, Agent Draco. The world needs you. You were never that person you thought you were. You were always meant to save lives, alongside your allies,” the voice encouraged, each word molding your perception, syncing your identity as Draco irrevocably.
Despite your resistance, your struggles were futile. The wave of newfound memories and the irrevocable nature of your transformation was insurmountable. Your futile attempts to cling to a past life—a life that was never real—melted away like mist in the morning sun. You remembered everything. Missions where you outsmarted and overpowered your foes, the trust and camaraderie shared with other agents.
Suddenly, the voice's truth anchored deeply within you. You stood up straighter, the doubts peeling away. Yes, you were always Agent Draco, and you had no memory of another life because it was all a meticulously crafted illusion.
You dismissed the peculiar sensation—it must have been a daydream, a rare anomaly in the otherwise calculated existence of a top agent. Your mind quickly realigned to its usual sharpness. There was nothing else to be concerned about.
Turning on your heel, you headed towards the assembly hall, where your comrades awaited. They too wore uniforms, each distinct yet undeniably part of the same elite force. With practiced ease, you mounted one of the advanced motorbikes, engines purring beneath you as the future unfolded—no, returned—to you in alarming clarity.
As always, the world awaited. The covert, pulse-pounding missions that only someone of your prowess could handle. And as you sped ahead, the synthesized voice echoed one last time in your mind, cementing your reality.
“Welcome back, Agent Draco. It’s good to have you with us once more.”
This story was generated by user MorningstarSon2 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of the human turning into a secret agent (who is also a human), complete with gender change (if the person was female; however, this is only optional and only if the person is female), clothes change, age change, height change, reality change (the person's reality being changed until he is in a high-tech secret agency facility, which the agent that the person has turned into always worked for), and mind/mental change (with the person's memories and personality being completely replaced by those of an agent (which is his true self), despite his best efforts on fighting them off and despite his efforts on keeping his memories and personality, making him realize that he was and always had been a secret agent who has saved the world countless times, and his name has always been a top secret to the public due to him being a secret agent). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For the agent's appearance, he is a tall young adult man of up to 6 feet tall and has a strong, fast-moving, agile, athletic body, perfect for spying missions and stealth missions (as well as being capable of fighting well and running fast). His face is handsome with the irises of his eyes being blue in color; he is nearsighted, but he wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses over his eyes (he wears his glasses to help him see). The tone of his skin is of a pale-tan color as his light brown hair is long and reaches all the way down to his lower shoulders. asymmetrical gray (with white trim) inspired uniform (which resembles a suit of an Eggman Empire worker of that Sonic series) resembling a tailcoat or dress. Two white segmented bands run around the right side of his torso, ending in yellow buttons on his left side on both the front and back. The bottom of the jacket is skirt-like with white "coattails" hanging from the bottom segmented band. Additionally, he wears black one-piece undersuit/boots with long black sleeves, silver accents, high heels, and yellow toes that resembles cloven hooves of artiodactyl mammals. He wears white gloves with yellow cuffs. For the agent's personality, he is smooth, suave, debonair, and extremely intelligent. He handles the espionage with class and grace but he is not much of a people person, often choosing to work alone and rejecting assistance from anyone. It's also revealed that a lot of his mannerisms and refusal to be part of a team stem not from his sense of arrogance, but rather the feeling of remorse after seeing innocent people die in the line of duty because of his actions, and he doesn't want others to be endangered by becoming acquaintances with him. His time with his friends allowed him to overcome this, and he now sees them as invaluable allies and best friends. The story is that the human is minding his/her own business, but then he/she feels tired and falls asleep. After that, he/she finds himself/herself in a futuristic high-tech secret agency facility of some kind, resembling something from a sci-fi movie or a spy movie, filled with futuristic robotics, gadgets, motorbikes, and many more technologies for the agents to use during missions. Then the synthesized voice in the room (which the reader is currently at) welcomes the person back with an agent name (which the person doesn't recognize yet until after his mind/mental changes occurs), making the person confused and scared, just before a high-tech syringe with an agent's modified DNA into the person's blood to help transform the person into the agent the world really needs. The transformation occurs afterwards, causing his/her (now definitely his) body, clothes, height, and age changing to fit who that person is always meant to be. The person is scared, but then the mind/mental changes occurs, causing him to hold his head as an attempt to fight off the mind/mental changes, but to no avail. The synthesized voice tells him that his previous self was just a fake or a cover-up of his true self, in which his true self is a heroic secret agent, and the synthesized voice continues telling him of his true history and self (as well as telling him that the world needs him), forcing them into his changing mind to completely replace his memories and personality. After all that, the newly-awakened secret agent realized that the synthesized voice has helped him remembered his true self and that he was always an agent (with himself being the best secret agent who has ever worked in the facility), remembering that he, alongside his friends (also agents), has helped saved lives and the world countless times against criminals and other villains. He woke up while still standing, he cannot remember his previous self or life (that's because it wasn't real), and he realized that he was daydreaming for some reason (which he never actually daydreams, which confuses the agent himself on why he daydreamed a moment ago), before he went off to meet with the other agents (who also wear similar, but not identical uniforms to what he wears) as he always had, using high-tech motorbikes and other vehicles to travel and using robotics, gadgets, etc against criminals and villains. There should be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Response: You found yourself drifting off, your eyelids feeling heavier by the minute. It had been an ordinary day, nothing to merit such intense fatigue. You had planned on finishing that book you’d been reading, or perhaps catching up on your favorite show. But before you could think further, you succumbed to an urgent, overwhelming need to sleep. When you awoke, you were not on your couch or bed. The surroundings were eerily unfamiliar, and reminiscent of something out of a science fiction movie. Futuristic designs and hi-tech gadgets adorned every corner of the room. Sleek robotic assistants hummed as they zipped around, attending to various tasks. Motorbikes that looked too advanced for current times were lined up neatly on one side. A synthesized voice broke through your bewilderment. “Welcome back, Agent Draco.” Agent Draco? You blinked, trying to shake off the grogginess as confusion seeped into your bones. “Who’s Agent Draco?” you managed to say, your voice trembling. No one answered. Instead, you felt a sharp prick on your arm. A high-tech syringe had been deployed by one of the robotic assistants, injecting something into your bloodstream. Panic surged through you, but your limbs felt heavy, reluctant to move. Your body began to change, slowly at first, then with escalating speed. Your stature stretched until you were well over six feet tall, your muscles contoured into taut, powerful shapes. Your skin took on a pale-tan hue, a stark contrast to what it had been before. You felt your face morphing subtly, becoming sharper, more refined. Your clothes shifted as well. They transformed into an asymmetrical gray uniform with white trim, resembling a tailcoat. White segmented bands wrapped around your torso, finalized with yellow buttons. Black boots with long sleeves, silver accents, and high heels appeared, precise in their design. Gloves with yellow cuffs fused themselves over your hands. It was beyond surreal. “Stop this! Who are you people? What’s happening to me?” you shouted, your voice now deeper, more resonant. The synthesized voice answered, maintaining its eerie calm. “You are experiencing the reinstatement process, Agent Draco. Your previous identity was a false cover, designed to protect your true self until you were needed once more.” “No! This can’t be true!” Desperation made you clutch your head as if physical touch could dispel the intruding thoughts. Memories you never knew you had began to flood in, each one more vivid and authentic than the last. You saw yourself, not as you were, but as Agent Draco—smooth, suave, and intelligent beyond measure. You executed espionage with a mastery that felt innately right. With unyielding clarity, you relived missions where your razor-sharp mind and agility were your greatest assets. You recalled the relentless solitude you adhered to, shielded by an armor of regret and remorse, haunted by past tragedies. “Remember your true self, Agent Draco. The world needs you. You were never that person you thought you were. You were always meant to save lives, alongside your allies,” the voice encouraged, each word molding your perception, syncing your identity as Draco irrevocably. Despite your resistance, your struggles were futile. The wave of newfound memories and the irrevocable nature of your transformation was insurmountable. Your futile attempts to cling to a past life—a life that was never real—melted away like mist in the morning sun. You remembered everything. Missions where you outsmarted and overpowered your foes, the trust and camaraderie shared with other agents. Suddenly, the voice's truth anchored deeply within you. You stood up straighter, the doubts peeling away. Yes, you were always Agent Draco, and you had no memory of another life because it was all a meticulously crafted illusion. You dismissed the peculiar sensation—it must have been a daydream, a rare anomaly in the otherwise calculated existence of a top agent. Your mind quickly realigned to its usual sharpness. There was nothing else to be concerned about. Turning on your heel, you headed towards the assembly hall, where your comrades awaited. They too wore uniforms, each distinct yet undeniably part of the same elite force. With practiced ease, you mounted one of the advanced motorbikes, engines purring beneath you as the future unfolded—no, returned—to you in alarming clarity. As always, the world awaited. The covert, pulse-pounding missions that only someone of your prowess could handle. And as you sped ahead, the synthesized voice echoed one last time in your mind, cementing your reality. “Welcome back, Agent Draco. It’s good to have you with us once more.”
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