Fake Love

"Hosts soul perfectly melds with the system. The host has three minutes to consider whether to become the host of System 6666."

In her mind, a voice as mechanical as the gears of a clock echoed through Emily Stones thoughts. She felt a blankness in her mind; her life, filled with toil and pain, seemed to lack any joyful memories.

"The host has two minutes left. Please consider quickly," the mechanical voice prompted, devoid of any emotional fluctuation or warmth. Emily snapped back to reality and questioned, "What can I do as a host?"

"Help the petitioners succeed in their, and you can continue to exist in this space," the mechanical voice replied. As a system, finding a perfectly matched host was incredibly difficult, and it hoped the host would agree.

"What if I refuse?" Emily pondered, wondering if her challenging life had led to this bizarre opportunity.

"Then I must eliminate you to find the next host," the mechanical voice stated coldly, pausing before adding, "The host has thirty seconds left to decide..."

Elimination meant disappearance; of course, Emily had no other choice. If she had died at the start, she would have had no regrets, but now, faced with the chance to live, why would she give up?

"I agree," Emily said, not wanting to die. She had agreed to this 6666, and perhaps she could see what this 6666 system was about.

"Conquest host Emily Stone, identification number 6666, perfect soul match, mission transmission imminent!" The mechanical voice echoed indifferently in Emilys mind, prompting her repeatedly. She was puzzled; surrounded by darkness, she couldnt see 6666. She quickly asked, "6666, can I see you?"

"Conquest host does not have the clearance to access the view page. Conquest host locked, mission transmission!" The mechanical voice responded coldly, not waiting for Emily to react before initiating the transmission.

Emily was startled, "You dont introduce..." yourself, but the words never left her mouth as she felt a wave of dizziness and a churning in her stomach. Unable to hold back, she began to wail.

"Honey, whats wrong? Dont scare mom," a gentle female voice spoke. Emily frowned, and after emptying her stomach, she looked up to see a worried expression on a beautiful womans face, set against a backdrop of opulent decor that left her momentarily stunned.

Was she reborn after death, or had she truly entered some ridiculous mission?

"Mom, Im fine, I just need to rest in my room," Emily said, knowing nothing and acting as if she were clueless, worried that saying more would raise the beautiful womans suspicions. She smiled lightly and spoke.

"Honey, dont think about it too much. You still have your mom even if youve lost Jake," the beautiful woman expressed her concern. Emily nodded and instinctively headed upstairs.

She didnt know which room was hers, but her body moved on autopilot, going upstairs and entering a room.

The room was decorated in a very girlish style, with pink everywhere, filled with the bubblegum essence of youth.

"Does the host wish to receive memories now!" The mechanical voice echoed in her mind again, startling Emily, but also confirming that she had indeed entered this ridiculous mission and not some sort of body-snatching scenario.

"Note:" To maintain the confidentiality and intrigue of the story, the names of the system and certain characters are kept as they are, following the convention of some sci-fi and fantasy narratives where system names or titles are not translated or localized.