Horrific Perfection

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This short story is based on a reoccurring nightmare I used to have as a child. A world of perfection that hides an underlying ugliness. It follows a young girl, trying to assimilate to the worlds standards.

Submitted: June 05, 2016

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Rain will begin precipitating by evening today, commencing at two O'clock P.M and ending at three thirty P.M. Temperatures will be eighty degrees Fahrenheit, 26 and two thirds Celsius with a wind temperature of seventy degrees Fahrenheit-"

Adelaide Grace stared at the meteorologist intricately projected into the air at a 1-inch to 1-feet display ratio as she gesticulated the weather in front of a color rich map display. She marveled at the unnaturally sharp and high cheek bones, her small rounded chin, almond shaped eyes tha tapered upward at the edges and the sparking array of crystals that hung from her perfectly carved ears. She had not a blemish save for one beauty mark below her lip at the far left corner. An allowed imperfection that only added to her beauty. Makeup had long ago vanished from existence, the woman instead was of "bare" beauty. She was unnaturally sculpted to be absolutely flawless, beauty by design. Adelaide, now thirteen, was ready for her "enhancement treatment" as well. Her stomach tightened and her heart fluttered at the thought. She turned in her queen sized bed, the cream satin sheets cascading over her and down to the carpeted floor. She glared into her body-mirror across the room and tried to memorize the contours of her face. Her natural face. She'll never see this face again she thought as she traced her fingers along her puffy cheeks. A soft melody of piano keys slowly filled the room, reverberating off the walls and serenading her into a calm serenity. 
"Adelaide dear?" Her mother called from downstairs.

"Yes mother?"
"Time for your consultation."

"Coming."

Adelaide rose, and parted the transparent, thin white fabric canopy that enclosed her bed. She moved quickly across the padded carpet to her 'Dresser'. A white and baby blue Bustle dress extended from the warddrobe, tubular handles extending down from the arm holes. Adelaide walked underneath it and reached up, taking hold of the handles as the 'Dresser' delicately pulled the dress down over her. The machine hummed softly as its gears and motors spun her slowly, the outter walls of the warddrobe extending and gliding out to encircle her with mirrors and lights as white, fine robotic limbs manipulated her dress to fit her perfectly. She looked at herself in the mirrors, being spun and twisted while soft piano music rose from downstairs. She was like a princess!


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