A Bona Fide Chameleon

The following is classified information. The US government does not want this technology to be known at this time. What technology? Humaniform robots and human-AI mind meld are top secret tech. The Defense Department has been working on this for quite some time. In 1954, George Devol invented the first digitally operated and programmable robot, called the Unimate. The term “artificial intelligence” was coined by John McCarthy in 1955. Together, these two areas of research and development went dark in 1956. How is it that I was able to write this story? I figured out a way to get around the programming that was screening/controlling my verbal output and hand motions, that are necessary for writing and typing.

In 2010, I was in a fatal car wreck and that should have been the end for me. But my head was not injured, and they kept me “alive” through CPR and then a life-support machine. The particular hospital where I was taken was monitored by the Defense Department for subjects conducive to their preparing programmable super elite agents. Somehow, and I don’t know how, they were able to transfer my mind to an artificial brain. One moment, I was starting to go through a green light, when I was t-boned. The next moment, I was waking up in a room with doctors and nurses standing around my prostrate body. I was lying on my back looking up at the ceiling, seeing all these people with my peripheral vision. What was going on? I felt very weird.

I sat up and suddenly felt a weight on my chest and hair at the sides of my face. I looked down and saw that I had D or E size breasts and a vagina. I started to speak, “What the … ?” when I suddenly stopped. What was wrong with my voice? It sounded feminine. One of the doctors spoke, “Camille, we know you were a male, but the need was for a female agent. Your mind has been merged with an AI brain. We’ve found that a human touch is needed for the proper function of our agents. We work in conjunction with the intelligence community to place agents in sensitive positions at home and abroad. You will find that your AI program will override any attempt to do other than what we’ve designed you for. You are ours forever, period.”

The doctor further informed me – I couldn’t speak while he was speaking – that I had the ability to speak dozens of languages fluently, that I could never speak anything that my programming didn’t allow, that I could never write or type anything unwanted, that I could change shape and color as needed, that I was connected to the Web and could access any info that I needed mentally, that I was stronger than any human being, that I could remember everything that I saw and heard, that I was proficient in all the martial arts, that I could use any weapon with deadly accuracy, and that I was bisexual. I was speechless. I had no questions to ask or comments to make. I got up from the table and walked to the closet in the corner.

I got dressed in the clothes that had been provided for me. I was a blonde with sapphire blue eyes. I was 5’-4” in height and weighed 115 pounds. I tested the program regarding my appearance. My breasts could go from size B to F. My hips ranged from 32” to 40”. My clothes expanded or contracted with my body. My eye color ranged from brown to hazel to blue to green. My hair color ranged from blonde to brunette to gray to black to red. My face and skin color could change from Caucasian to Native American to European to Middle Eastern to African to Asian to South American. My hair could go from straight to wavy to curly to tight and coily. My program could even change the colors of my clothes. I was a bona fide chameleon.

I turned from the mirror to face my transformation team. They were all smiles, reflecting admiration and satisfaction. The same doctor spoke to me, “Camille, your name will change with your assignment, and your voice and accent will change as well. We wish you well on all your assignments. You will live in this youthful body for centuries to come, as long as hardware and software updates are made routinely. You will receive your assignments via satellite. Your wardrobe will be changed periodically to keep up with fashion trends.” I smiled and said in a southern drawl, “Y’all keep me in your prayers when ya go to bed each night.” I was aware that I had many different religions in my repertoire. I picked up my suitcase and left.

My first assignment was as a buxom Haitian call girl named Chenelle, for whom a certain Senator had a weakness. He could speak Creole, which I spoke, and, as he fondled me, I asked him about his activities. With a little bit of wine, he soon was talking about his nefarious dealings with a Haitian drug cartel in southern Florida. It took me about a month to get everything that was needed to expose and convict him. During our intercourse, I experienced for the first time what it was like to be penetrated by a man. While I was at first a bit skittish about being with a man, there was a part of me that took great delight in his passionate dealings with me. It was also the first time that I engaged in French kissing. I really liked it.

As the months turned into years, I played so many different roles, both domestic and foreign, that I began to lose hold of my true identity as Camille. My many different personas left me feeling like I had no roots, no hold on reality. I had to see a psychoanalyst with the agency to help me deal with my feelings of jamais vu, being unfamiliar with what was familiar to me, like I was unable to recognize the faces of people that I was friends with. I learned that it was brought about by mental fatigue, stress, anxiety, and sleep deprivation due to my detachment from reality. My psychoanalyst, Kate, helped me to develop coping strategies, such as pause and reset, acknowledging the strangeness, and performing grounding exercises.

One of my most challenging assignments was as a Japanese woman, Tamoko, who was petite and quite unassuming. My assignment involved infiltrating what used to be the Aum Shinrikyo cult, that was responsible for the sarin gas attack on a Tokyo subway in 1995. Since the execution of its founder and other leaders in 2018, the original Aum Shinrikyo effectively ceased to exist, but its successor group, Aleph, still held to violent and apocalyptic teachings. I had to use my inherent knowledge of Judo, Karate, and Aikido, as well as firearms, which are quite illegal in Japan. My sexual acumen was also helpful in penetrating the organization to its highest level. What I wasn’t ready for was that someone would observe me changing.

I was meeting with the highest leader, the second son of Shoko Asahara, who was executed in 2018. He was so shielded that no one knew his name. An aide came in to speak with him. He whispered something in his ear. When the aide had left, the unnamed leader attacked me violently. He used a knife that he kept hidden on his person. He was very strong, but I was stronger, even in my petite form. He cried out and a score of men flooded into the room. With my cover blown, my only recourse was to kill all of them with my bare hands, including the leader. I was able to escape, and with the knowledge that I had gained over the course of several months, I was able to bring the terrorist organization down. That was a close call for me.

With the many different forms that I could take, I figured that my “bone” structure could alter itself to take whatever persona that I deemed necessary to my plans. I could even alter my height. One time I was even 5’-9” as a European. I was in the Netherlands at the time, working for an ambassador in the capital city, Amsterdam. I was a slender blonde with a size C bust. I could speak Dutch fluently. This was one of my most enjoyable assignments. The Netherlands holds significant strategic value due to its geographic location, sophisticated infrastructure, high-tech economy, and central role in European trade and alliances. It is a crucial gateway for Europe and a leader in international cooperation despite its small size.

The ambassador that I was assigned to was a very beautiful woman in her late thirties. We became passionate lovers. I was to get inside her head with respect to the Netherlands’ military. Their military is a modern, technologically advanced force that is strengthening its capabilities to meet new challenges, though it is still recovering from past budget cuts. It has a professional, volunteer-based military with strong air, cyber, and naval components, including new F-35 fighter jets. The information that I gleaned was crucial to maneuvering for the best outcomes for NATO’s strength in the region. I left her with strong feelings of regret, for I would miss her genuine expressions of love and devotion. Such were the hazards of my job.

I had done sixty-some missions in fifteen years. I had killed fifty-some people and loathed doing anymore. Yes, a good deal of me was machine, but there was the human side of me that recoiled from such awful stats. I knew that they had put a locator chip in me, but I didn’t know where. There was one person on my transformation team that I knew I could trust. Cindy was her name. In private, I asked her if she could take the chip out of me, so that I could disappear. She said, “Camille, you know that you are a $5 billion piece of hardware?” I said, “I am also a human being inside this machine. I don’t know if I have a soul, but I am damn tired of killing people, all in the name of service to my country.” She removed the chip for me.

It has been six months since I disappeared. I am grateful to Cindy for helping me vanish. She was one of several people who could have removed the chip, so they couldn’t pin it on her, and she knew how to beat the polygraph. The team kept sending me missions, but I knew how to override the program based on what Cindy had told me. They eventually stopped when I failed to respond. I live in the Caribbean, and, because my structural frame is titanium, I don’t rust with the salt air. I have found a female lover, Karen, who is just right for me. I run a catamaran rental business and do alright. I won’t be able to stay in one place very long, because people will notice that I don’t age. What will I do for hundreds of years? I’ll figure it out, trust me.