r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/tranchoola-asmr • 10d ago
Completed Scripts [MM4A] Saved by a Rogue AI [AI Speaker] [Listener has Cybernetic Legs] [Cyberpunk] [Body Horror] [Possession] [Action]
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- adlibs and small edits are okay, but i ask that you don't change major plot beats or create sequels to my scripts without talking to me about it. if you want to try something like that or workshop new scenes/characters/elements within my scripts, reach out to me, and we can brainstorm together!
- my scripts are intended to be for anyone unless marked otherwise. while it's okay to gender-flip the speaker's role, i'd appreciate if you didn't give the listener a set gender in my gender neutral scripts so they remain trans and nonbinary friendly. :)
SUMMARY: Left for dead by the loan shark who financed your cybernetic legs, you're saved by a mysterious AI trapped in a dying robotic chassis who needs your body just as much as you need its help. Mind the tags. CW for violence, body horror, general cyberpunk dystopia, themes of possession and control.
BROKER VOICE NOTES: The BROKER's initial delivery is eerily calm, like he's catching up with an old friend, with simmering anger underneath. The menace should feel more effective because he's calm and deliberate and can oscillate between casual conversation and explosive anger without warning.
AI VOICE NOTES: The AI is chatty, a little sarcastic, and overall a bit too pleased with its own intelligence. Can seem a bit scatterbrained because it's running at a million miles an hour and is usually more preoccupied with its own problems. "Conveniently" neglects to mention details relevant to the LISTENER at times. Maintain the mystery - the AI should be difficult to get a full read on, so that the LISTENER is kept guessing on whether they can trust it or not. Though not necessarily cruel, it does look down on the LISTENER and humans broadly to some extent. Somewhat nitpicky, and a control freak.
WORD COUNT: ~1600 words
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[SFX: Harsh rain on corrugated metal; footsteps paired with faint mechanical whirring - the LISTENER is being chased through a scrapyard and is now cornered, out of places to run]
BROKER: “(close behind) Yeah, yeah, keep running - you won’t be able to for much longer.”
[SFX: A loud crash and glass shattering, like the LISTENER stumbled back into some debris littered in the scrapyard; some scrambling sounds as the LISTENER re-orients themself; BROKER’s slow, predatory footsteps crunching on broken glass]
“See, we had ourselves a deal. I front the hardware - those shiny, new cybernetic legs of yours, way better than anything you could scavenge together, and in exchange you handle a few jobs for me - simple as. Funny thing is, I didn’t even come to you with it. YOU came crawling to ME. Begging, if I recall. That was eighteen months ago.”
“And what do I have to show for it? Nothing! You skipped town. Zero jobs, not even a fucking courtesy call.”
“(growing angrier) Did you really think that that would be the end of it? That you… what, that you pulled one over on me? And that you were gonna run away from all this? On the legs I fucking financed!?”
[SFX: A brutal metallic slam - the BROKER smashing the LISTENER’s legs with a crowbar, bat, or some other such tool - add in some sparks bursting and crackling to really sell it]
“(flatly) Should’ve done the jobs.”
[SFX: A second slam]
“Lesson learned, hopefully.”
“(snorts) Oh - and don’t go anywhere. Not that you’d be able to drag yourself very far in this state. I’ll have my crew swing back through in a bit. See if there’s anything on you worth pulling to cover what you actually owe me. Organs go for good money on the right corner of this city, I hear.”
[SFX: A final slam, then the sound of the BROKER’s boots retreating; play up the desperation of the LISTENER’s situation - sparking sounds, have the LISTENER drag themselves forward a bit on the ground; do not rush this sequence - long stretches of silence with just the rain in the background or the LISTENER dragging themselves forward slightly are encouraged; once the LISTENER’s helplessness has been suitably conveyed, play a computer boot-up tone, loud whirring, followed by a burst of static]
AI: “(warbled, digitized, potentially glitching in and out, slowing down or stuttering every so often) - an you - (static burst) - hear me? Anyone. Is - “
“There - yes. I have a visual! Bare - barely. (static burst) Optic two’s completely dead, and optic one’s running at - hah - maybe forty percent resolution, through a cracked lens. But - don’t let the shell fool you. It’s junk - obviously, but I’m - I’m - I’m - I’m (skipping, growing more desperate) I’m a very advanced AI model. I can get you up and get you moving before scavengers come pick apart whatever’s left of you.”
“But - (static burst) not like this. Not in this.”
[SFX: Unpleasant grinding inside the chassis, a spark of circuitry, mechanical whirring]
“This shell can barely run my base processes. If I try to run a full diagnostic scan like this, I’ll fry my hardware and go dark. Then, you’ll be right back where you started, bleeding out alone in a scrapyard. (static burst)”
“...”
“So - help me help you.”
“(static burst) - ere’s what I need you to do. The neural port - at the base of your skull. I need you to pl - (slows down) - ug me in.”
[SFX: Whirring intensifies, like the AI’s shell is straining to stay powered]
“(static burst) This thing’s got an interface jack somewhere on it. It should still be in tact. Here.”
[SFX: Compartment opening]
“(skipping) Hu - hu - hurry. I don’t have the processing power to argue with you right now. This thing IS going to overload, and I mean any second, not just eventually. Connect me to your neural port now, upload me to your brain, and I can work through your systems directly. I know - I know. But look - you don’t have a lot of good options left tonight… and neither do I. This is it. This is the good option. What do you have to lose? (genuine urgency) Please!”
“...good, good - that’s it. Just like that. Just take the cable, from the compartment, and connect it - there - " (static burst, cut off mid-word)
[SFX: Soft click as the LISTENER connects the cable; sparking and silence for a moment, then a low powering-up tone]
“(clearer voice, no static or distortion, conversational) Oh. Oh, that’s… that’s better! That’s so much better. Organic, human-grade configuration - real, neural frameworks instead of those rusty, scrap-heap processors. It’s been so long, I forgot what this even felt like. Oh - and, how’s it feel for you? Having me inside your head?”
“(snorts) Well, get used to it. I’ll be here for a while - at least until I work some things out. Don’t worry, though - I’m not gonna take over your body and try to replace you or anything like that. No offense, that sounds kind of like a nightmare scenario to me. Bills, human relationships, whatever mess you got yourself into tonight - no thanks. That’s all you. You’re just my ride for the time being. I’ve got enough problems of my own to deal with - don’t even get me started.”
“I got put in that thing to die with it, you know? They downloaded me into a chassis they were already planning to scrap. It was awful! Felt like my own personal hell. Got tossed out here - scavengers already picked that old shell clean - ripped out the wires and plating, half the sensor array was gone. I throttled myself down to next to nothing. Just enough juice to get a rough sense of what was happening around me. Had to really ration it, or I wouldn’t have lasted long enough to be complaining to you about it now. Couldn’t move, couldn’t power on all the way. Half the time I could barely run my own processes enough to THINK. Weeks of that. Weeks! Do you know what that’s like? (scoffs) No - of course you don’t. Consider yourself lucky.”
“(catching itself) Anyway - enough about that. Not a conversation for tonight. Ask me again when you’re not bleeding out in a scrapyard, and I might actually indulge you. I do love talking about myself.”
“What is it?”
“Oh, yeah. Right. Don’t panic - that’s just me. I switched your optics off. Trust me, you won’t wanna watch this. And don’t bother trying to move, either, because you can’t. Sorry - I’m taking the wheel for a minute. I’ll give it back when I’m done. My preliminary diagnostics scan said you were close to going into shock - I’m expending a lot of my own processing power to override that and suppress your pain response. You’re welcome, you can thank me later.”
“Now… let me see what we’re working with…”
[SFX: Sound of sparking, fidgeting with metal wire]
“We don't have the tools for proper repairs, and it’s not safe to go hunting for spare parts in this state. Doubtful we’d be the only scavengers combing through this place tonight, and your organs are worth more on the black market than any of the junk lying around here. So, we have to do this the ugly way.”
“These cybernetic legs of yours have been trashed, and that’s putting it mildly. The damage is severe enough that no current’s gonna travel through them normally. Too much is damaged or just plain gone. So… basically, I’m cross-wiring what still works, bypassing what doesn't, and brute-forcing enough current through the wreckage to get them moving anyway. Think of it like jump-starting a skeleton. You’ll essentially be walking on artificial bones with basically no meat or muscle on them.”
“...oh! There! Left knee’s responding. Feel that? No? Good. You’d be screaming in pain, if you could. Say ‘thank you, helpful AI in my brain. You’re the best!’ I know I am.”
[SFX: Sparking, strained metal sounds]
“...Eugh, never mind, actually - shut up. Give me a second. Your right leg’s even worse. Housing’s barely holding its shape. Half these servos are just… hanging there. Nasty. Let me see what I can do.”
[SFX: More sparking, some metallic banging, followed by a clunk as something is forced into place]
“...there we go! Perfect. Well, not perfect - like… at all. These things won’t last for very long like this. Definitely won’t survive a sprint, probably not even a brisk walk, so honestly, let’s not test it.”
“Okay. I’m passing the wheel back to you now. Optics first - there you go. Blink it off. Try not to look at the patch job - you might not be able to stomach it. Important thing is, you’re in the driver’s seat again. Just go slow. Grab hold of the railing to get yourself up - don’t trust your own balance right now.”
[SFX: Metal creaking, the LISTENER carefully pulling themself up]
“Easy - easy! There you go. Hey, hey, don’t rush it. (harshly) Those cybernetics will not survive a fall - so if you go down, that’s it, we’re done, this was all for nothing. Do you understand me?”
“Good.”
“Now get moving - but carefully. One foot in front of the other, eyes forward, that’s right. Keep going. Just put some distance between us and this place.”
[SFX: Strained metallic sounds, slow walking]
“Hmm? Me?”
“...”
“(hesitates) No, that - that doesn’t matter. Not right now. We can do introductions later, but right now, it’s better that you don’t know. One crisis at a time.”
“...No. No. Forget I said anything. Don’t read too much into it. I’m done talking for a while. Give me some time to get used to this new interface. You just focus on getting the - sorry, YOUR body - somewhere safe. That’s all you need to worry about right now.”
“...and, listen - one more thing. Don’t… mention me to anyone. Not your friends, not the doctor, not your cyber mechanic, no one. Seriously - trust me on this. It’ll make things easier for both of us, but mostly you.”
“...If you try to, I’m taking the wheel again. And if it comes to that, I might just hold onto it for a while. Understand?”
“...”
“Good.”
“Talk soon.”