Face Fake の小説・ストーリー

"All of these are fake. I had them all capped. Can't have uneven or discolored teeth in Hollywood. Nope." She sighed as she sat back down. "Nothing about me is real," she murmured. He eyed her curiously. She gave him a sidelong glance, then ran a finger down her nose. "Nose job." She waved a handful of hair. "Extensions." She grabbed her tits. "Boob job." She looked down at the dirt. "Even my name is fake." Blake had been watching her with interest. "Your name isn't Shasta?"

Alexa said openly. "But your boobs feel so real." "My boobs are real you know. I just fixed my nose, got rid of the fat on my cheeks, and made my chin longer. What else can I do? Life is so hard in Korea. Are you going to insult me because of my fake nose? Are you going to call me a plastic monster?" Jean smiled. "Do you think I'm that jerk, Alexa? You're very beautiful. And I don't care if your beauty is doctor-made or god-made."

But I do. The search results make me feel like I’ve been slapped across the face. Articles, exposés, and, oh God. The videos. Fake ones, but detailed enough. My face stitched onto bodies. Men- boys. All on p**n sites. It doesn’t matter that they are fake. No one will care. They’ll believe it because they want to. My breath comes out shallow. I slam the laptop shut, shove it away like it’s cursed. I grip the edge of the counter to steady myself.

] Paige: [How does it suck to be me? Chris: [Because you don't have a face.] Paige: [How do I not have a face?] Chris: [Do you have a face?] Paige: [Of course, I do. If I didn't have a face, wouldn't I be a monster? Everyone in the world has a face, and I have a face!]

I lifted only one side of my cheek in a sarcastic grin. “Oh, really?” I taunted. “You suddenly lost your voice now? I thought you were shouting just a second ago!” My words were harsh, but I couldn't help myself. I was livid. Becky stood there, eyes wide, staring at the screen in disbelief. For a brief moment, she looked completely caught off guard. “This isn’t real!” she suddenly exclaimed, her voice shaking with desperation. “It’s an AI-generated image! It’s fake, Chad!” I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. “Really? Is that what you tell yourself to sleep better at night?”

Seeing Liam's half-believing half-doubt, Aria was extremely pleased. “This photo doesn't prove anything, you might as well be Ariel's friend. The two of you don't look alike at all." Liam smiled, mocking. “Look at the back, there are both of our names. This isn't my real face either, just a fake skin." Aria smiled bitterly. She reached out and took off her mask. The face behind makes the opposite person feel terrible, it is distorted, ragged, eyes are pulled up, no nose and lips. Liam was also surprised. He looked at the back of the photo, and was amazed to see the words Aria Carter and Ariel Carter on the back, written in blue ink, the kind Ariel usually uses.

Damn it. Figuring it best to go all out on this mission, I also pick one of the fake noses and a pair of prosthetic cheek patches. Jason helps me apply the latex prosthetics to my face, and then, while he begins to assemble his disguise, I begin applying makeup to blend over between my natural skin and the prosthetics.

I step forward, matching her shove with a calm, measured hand gesture. "Look here, you psycho bitch. Zayne already told you the truth-you two were never in a relationship. So quit being a delusional cunt. And before you waltz into someone's office calling anyone a botched Barbie, take a good long look in the mirror. I can tell you've injected fillers and botox in every inch of your face-just look at those lips. Those boobs? Clearly fake. And that ass? I'm sorry, they don't even match your thighs. And honey... get a refund or even sue whoever did your body cause they got it all wrong." Zayne snickers, trying to hide it behind his hand, but I catch the corner of his grin.

He took my face in his hands and directed my gaze to his deep blue eyes, assuring me that everything would be alright. “You need to answer that phone and put it in a loud speaker,” he continued. “I am here with you, Shane. Nothing will happen, okay? Trust me.” he assured me. With my trembling hand, I swipe my thumb to the screen and put the call in speaker. “Shane Croven,” he said as soon as I picked it up the call, his voice is deep but whole. I doubt that this is his real voice so I am sure that he is using a voice manipulation.

She told me and I turned to her immediately. It was as I I was possessed by a flash spirit. "How is that?" I inquire. "There is this thing called "Artificial Face mask" not that expensive like a surgery, tomorrow morning we will get one for you." She explained and my eyes widened in surprise. "Really? So what does this artificial face mask looks like?" I questioned. "It looks just like a human face, mostly use in impersonating people." She explained. Damn, I felt like it should be morning already.