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Three days ago, Heather was browsing her usual online shopping sites. There was little of interest in clothes or home decor this time. Her mind and mouse wandered to a more risqué product provider that specialized in body morphing technology. She saw a new special sale available; mystery boxes, one per person, for $30 and shipping. She added one to her cart, threw in a restock of rubber brush paint, and paid for her order.

Today, that order arrived. She stored the paint with the other opened jar she had. “If the mystery box item sucks, at least I can use this instead.” Then she opened her mystery box.

The product inside was one she did not recognize. The packaging said it was a ‘Schrödinger’s Sphere’, whatever that meant. She opened the box. The instruction pamphlet was on top. Heather started reading it.

“ ‘Like the cat in his *famous* experiment’ that I never heard of,” Heather read aloud, “ ‘The Schrödinger’s Sphere creates a…quantum state…where parts of you both do and don’t exist’? What the hell does that mean?”

Already frustrated, Heather tossed the pamphlet across the table. She took the sphere out of the box and rotated it.

It was a dark grey metal sphere that was mostly smooth and could be held in one hand. There were six clear circles of either glass or plastic in its’ surface; if it was a cube, one circle would be in the center of each of its’ faces, like a die that could only roll a one.

Heather tried to find a difference between the circles, but they were identical. She pressed one of them. All six of the circles lit up white as the sphere played a single note sound like the ding of a wind chime. They faded off, then brightened again. Each was a different color.

”Huh. I wonder what these mean.” She looked across the table at the instruction pamphlet, waved it off with her free hand, then rotated the sphere again. She chose to press the green-lit circle. Another chime played. The lights faded out and brightened back. Three were red. Three were green.

”I’m gonna guess that means yes or no to whatever thing I just picked.” Her assumption was correct, but she had not read the instructions to know. She pressed a green circle. All of the lights began pulsing green on and off in tandem. She thought she heard something coming from the sphere. She lifted it up close to her ear. It seemed like something was whirring along inside. She pressed it against her ear.

”Yeah this thing’s motor is run-“

The sphere activated. This program was a proximity wipe. The sphere identified what was touching it in the pulsing light phase (hand, arm, head, foot, et cetera), then vaporizes those parts physically. The pamphlet Heather didn’t read estimates a restoration time of several hours.

”…???…”

The sphere was rolling across the floor. It had deleted the hand that had been holding it, after all. It rolled past Heather’s feet and settled still under the table.

“…??!??..”

Heather was wondering what was going on. Something was different, but she couldn’t tell what it was. An outside observer would have known her right hand and her head were nothing more that dissipating green smoke near glowing stumps. The gas rose, swirled, disappeared. The glow radiated, faded, vanished.

“…?…???…”

She had been holding that sphere. She remembered that much. But it didn’t feel like she was holding it anymore. She tried grasping with her hand, but it felt like less than nothing. She couldn’t feel her fingers move, or pressure on her skin. Heather brought her stumped right arm up to touch her face, but missed somehow. She touched her neck instead, but not the side of her neck, and not with her right hand. After flexing her left hand and still feeling it move, she brought it up to where her arm and neck were.

“…!?!?!…!!X!!X!!…”

Heather wobbled. Her remaining hand kept alternating between her handless arm and her headless neck. She was shocked to be sure, but not panicked; she knew something like this was a possibility (more like an expectation) when it was purchased from that place. Still, she swayed there for minute after minute simply inspecting her amputation and decapitation with her hand.

”…!?!…!!X!!…?!?…”

She took a single step straight into the table. She tapped and touched it with her hand and stump. A turn was made and she tried to walk forward again. Heather was hardly walking straight, but managed to stay on her feet. Her hand roamed from her neck to her tits to her headless stump to her massive chest over and over. Her incomplete arm was raised as a baton in front of her as she walked aimlessly around her home.

Headless Heather would find herself in her bedroom after some unknown time. She struggled to remove her clothes; forgetting she was wearing a dress cinched by a corset, failing for a half hour at getting the corset off one-handed before it finally dropped to the floor, whipping the dress up and off her body only to lose all balance and fall back-first onto her bed. Her immense tits jiggled relentlessly from the impact.

The next several hours were spent exploring the one sense Heather had left. She had a hard time thinking of it then, but she was ultimately glad with the results she got from her mystery purchase.

Description
Three days ago, Heather was browsing her usual online shopping sites. There was little of interest in clothes or home decor this time. Her mind and mouse wandered to a more risqué product provider that specialized in body morphing technology. She saw a new special sale available; mystery boxes, one per person, for $30 and shipping. She added one to her cart, threw in a restock of rubber brush paint, and paid for her order.

Today, that order arrived. She stored the paint with the other opened jar she had. “If the mystery box item sucks, at least I can use this instead.” Then she opened her mystery box.

The product inside was one she did not recognize. The packaging said it was a ‘Schrödinger’s Sphere’, whatever that meant. She opened the box. The instruction pamphlet was on top. Heather started reading it.

“ ‘Like the cat in his *famous* experiment’ that I never heard of,” Heather read aloud, “ ‘The Schrödinger’s Sphere creates a…quantum state…where parts of you both do and don’t exist’? What the hell does that mean?”

Already frustrated, Heather tossed the pamphlet across the table. She took the sphere out of the box and rotated it.

It was a dark grey metal sphere that was mostly smooth and could be held in one hand. There were six clear circles of either glass or plastic in its’ surface; if it was a cube, one circle would be in the center of each of its’ faces, like a die that could only roll a one.

Heather tried to find a difference between the circles, but they were identical. She pressed one of them. All six of the circles lit up white as the sphere played a single note sound like the ding of a wind chime. They faded off, then brightened again. Each was a different color.

”Huh. I wonder what these mean.” She looked across the table at the instruction pamphlet, waved it off with her free hand, then rotated the sphere again. She chose to press the green-lit circle. Another chime played. The lights faded out and brightened back. Three were red. Three were green.

”I’m gonna guess that means yes or no to whatever thing I just picked.” Her assumption was correct, but she had not read the instructions to know. She pressed a green circle. All of the lights began pulsing green on and off in tandem. She thought she heard something coming from the sphere. She lifted it up close to her ear. It seemed like something was whirring along inside. She pressed it against her ear.

”Yeah this thing’s motor is run-“

The sphere activated. This program was a proximity wipe. The sphere identified what was touching it in the pulsing light phase (hand, arm, head, foot, et cetera), then vaporizes those parts physically. The pamphlet Heather didn’t read estimates a restoration time of several hours.

”…???…”

The sphere was rolling across the floor. It had deleted the hand that had been holding it, after all. It rolled past Heather’s feet and settled still under the table.

“…??!??..”

Heather was wondering what was going on. Something was different, but she couldn’t tell what it was. An outside observer would have known her right hand and her head were nothing more that dissipating green smoke near glowing stumps. The gas rose, swirled, disappeared. The glow radiated, faded, vanished.

“…?…???…”

She had been holding that sphere. She remembered that much. But it didn’t feel like she was holding it anymore. She tried grasping with her hand, but it felt like less than nothing. She couldn’t feel her fingers move, or pressure on her skin. Heather brought her stumped right arm up to touch her face, but missed somehow. She touched her neck instead, but not the side of her neck, and not with her right hand. After flexing her left hand and still feeling it move, she brought it up to where her arm and neck were.

“…!?!?!…!!X!!X!!…”

Heather wobbled. Her remaining hand kept alternating between her handless arm and her headless neck. She was shocked to be sure, but not panicked; she knew something like this was a possibility (more like an expectation) when it was purchased from that place. Still, she swayed there for minute after minute simply inspecting her amputation and decapitation with her hand.

”…!?!…!!X!!…?!?…”

She took a single step straight into the table. She tapped and touched it with her hand and stump. A turn was made and she tried to walk forward again. Heather was hardly walking straight, but managed to stay on her feet. Her hand roamed from her neck to her tits to her headless stump to her massive chest over and over. Her incomplete arm was raised as a baton in front of her as she walked aimlessly around her home.

Headless Heather would find herself in her bedroom after some unknown time. She struggled to remove her clothes; forgetting she was wearing a dress cinched by a corset, failing for a half hour at getting the corset off one-handed before it finally dropped to the floor, whipping the dress up and off her body only to lose all balance and fall back-first onto her bed. Her immense tits jiggled relentlessly from the impact.

The next several hours were spent exploring the one sense Heather had left. She had a hard time thinking of it then, but she was ultimately glad with the results she got from her mystery purchase.