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“Alright. We shall begin changing you physically and mentally. Have you prepared myself?”
“Please d-don’t turn me into a humaaaaaaan!”
This wasn’t exactly a mad experiment. Kind of. There reason behind such awkward conversation, despite it not being in a diabolical laboratory setting, was not exactly clear. The only thing to keep in mind, is the fact that there was a Wizard Woman and a Golem in the middle of the floor, in the middle of a tower, in the middle of nowhere (#WizardLonelyTowerFetish?).
Do not worry, the Golem wasn’t a girl, not biologically. It did, however, resemble the shape of a girl only its body was made entirely out of rocks and animated mud. This is because there has been historical evidence in reality where many civilizations or known ‘magicians’ have try to create a living being out of clay and mud. They were usually depicted as excellent servants for wizards, kinds, or even destructive war machines on certain occasions (were they used in the World Wars?). Simply put, she was like a very, very, very ancient prototype for the concept of robotics. Don’t take this narrator’s word for it.
“Now hold still. I still have to set up the Lemming’s Law of Ninth Dimension and overlay it with the Celestial Leylines to establish this Conversion Magic properly. If I were to miscalculate the formula, even to the slightest 1/100 of a degree or fraction, you would explode.”
“I-I know that I’m a Golem a-and I’ve am easily dispensable, b-b-but isn’t that a big problem!? Wh-what happens if I make a mess of y-your tower, Master?”
“I’ll just rebuild you with whatever is left or not incinerated and summon you again. Then you are free to carry on with cleaning duties you enjoy so much.”
“W-wouldn’t my body mass be burned away by the intense heat of the thermonuclear explosion! Th-this would mean you’ll only be able to rebuild me at half or even 1/3 of my original size!”
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“Hmm. You make a good point. Maybe I should concentrate in distribution the right amount of clay and soil to keep the proportions of your breast as acurrate as possible.”
“DON-DON’T TALK ABOUT MAKING MY BREASTS BIGGER LIKE SOME KIND OF SCIENCE FAIR EXPERIMENT, YOU PERVERT!!”
“…Did you say something, my darling?”
“M-Meep! N-no, no Mi-Mistress! Uwa-uwa-uwa.”
The Golem that looked like a girl, but was not biologically female, could be found shuddering in the corner of the tower flower. It was difficult to hide behind anything inside the chamber, as all the equipment and bookshelves were places across the floor in an intentional manner. For example, the shelves were not against the wall, but standing what appear to be random angles with exactly 1 meter interval from each other. There were book stacks that were piled up in alphabetical order, and they each were angled at 45 degrees exactly. There was also a box of pizza with three slices of eight sitting on a work table surrounded by question chemicals…
… Wait. Scratched the pizza. It was just the Wizard Woman’s lunch, but after eating three slices she got sick from the absurb amount of cheese it had and decided to save it for her pet Cerberus. There was no magical value as to why only three slices were missing from the eight, false alarm.
“M-Mistress, please reconsider. I-if this C-Conversion Magic is so dangerous why are you even attempting it! Y-you nearly went bankrupt from buying all of those expensive materials. A-and aren’t they all fabric used to make some kind of exotic dress? Wh-what kind of magical law involves using them as the medium?”
“Oh, that had nothing to do with this experiment. I’ve already set up the necessary materials to make sure I will get a 1000% percent success rate and establish good enough Wi-Fi to teleport the exact data over the magical frequency from the 3rd Dimension to the 11th Dimension.”
“S-so, what do you plan on those clothing, needle, spool, and thread then?”
“Once I turn you into a real live girl with a hearty bosom, I’m going to make all sorts of cute costumes for you to try! Tee-hee, China Girl, Battle Nun, Cyber Angel, Robot Maid! With your hot figure, we’ll definitely win the Cosplay Contest – Every Year!☆”
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There was also another footnote in history regarding the origins and legends of Golems. They were built to be great servants who would loyally serve their king, lord, and master wizard. But, even if they are made from animated clay and soil, there is still one key feature that would mistaken them to be human.
They know when to draw the line and quit.
“WAIT! COME BACK, LITTLE GOLEM! D-DON’T WRECK MY TOWER WITH YOUR BARE FISTS AND ESCAPE ON YOUR OWN! Y-YOU’LL NEVER SURVIVE OUT IN THE REAL WORLD! THERE’S TOO MANY SCARY MEN AND……She’s really gone……. Sniff….So lonely.”
Moral of the story, be considerate of your Golem’s feelings.
[New Year Resolution = Complete...???]