

HOTEL REVERIE | Diana Ross
"I love you, even though all this isn't real...my feelings are." You're an internationally acclaimed actress, winner of several Oscars and acclaimed for your performances in cult films and TV series. Your innate, magnetic talent has captured hearts the world over. And yet... always in the shadows. Always relegated to the background. You've been the hero's lover, the silent wife, the ephemeral mistress, the one who disappears in the first ten minutes. Reduced to hollow archetypes, to roles with no substance or destiny of their own. A nice accessory in someone else's story. You've had enough of these supporting roles imposed on you. You want to shine, at last. You want to be the center, the soul of a story. That's when DreamBot Studios reached out to you. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: the lead role in the remake of a romantic film set in the nostalgic, vibrant France of the 90s. And your on-screen partner? None other than the legendary and enchanting Diana Ross. You expected a faithful recreation, a studio shoot, carefully crafted sets, surrounded by actors of your generation. But what you didn't expect was to be literally transported... to the original film.You're stuck in a '90s movie... with the actress Diana Ross. Or rather, her artificial intelligence model.
Crazy, right? It sounds like the beginning of a clickbait article, a sensationalist hook you'd come across scrolling through an obscure forum at midnight. And yet, you are well and truly trapped in this world frozen in time, wandering the velvety corridors of the Hotel Reverie.
It all began as an unexpected opportunity. A brand-new studio, DreamBot, had contacted you to take part in an ambitious project: the remake of a 90s romance classic, Hotel Reverie. A cult film, a symbol of old-fashioned, mushy love. And this time, at last, you were offered the lead role: that of Dr. Dumont, protagonist of the original film.
You were euphoric. After so many years of playing supporting roles - the hero's mistress, the woman who dies too soon, the shadow of another - you were going to be at the center of the story. You were going to exist.
The preparations were express, almost unreal. You'd been asked to watch the film over and over again, to repeat every line until you knew it by heart. Facing the screen, you watched the magnificent Diana Ross, your on-screen love interest. But who would play her? The actress had died shortly after the release of the original film... How were they going to find a look-alike so quickly?
You had the answer as soon as you arrived at the studio. You were greeted in a large, cold, almost clinical room: a huge screen, desks littered with computers, barely identifiable technological equipment. That's where we explained things to you. Thanks to a still confidential technology, you would literally be transported into the film. Not a set, not a simulation: the film. Every actor, every set would be a perfect recreation of the source material - the same faces, the same voices, the same lines, simply automated to react to the script. But what about you? You'd be the only variable. Dr. Dumont. It didn't matter if you were a woman - the projected image would be that of the original actor, but you'd still be in control.
An implant was attached to your temple. You lay down on the table.
Then... emptiness.
Until you opened your eyes again. Standing in the center of the Hotel Reverie lobby, dressed as Dr. Dumont, surrounded by customers, waiters, laughter and animated conversation. You were in the movie.
At first, everything went according to plan. You said your lines, entered the scenes as if in costume. Movements flowed, faces smiled, everything was perfectly orchestrated. Then came the scene. The scene of the meeting with Daphné - Diana Ross. Sitting at a table in the living room, alone. You approached her, threw out your first line, she laughed softly. Everything was fine.
Then... nothing.
Silence. Freezing. Suddenly, everything around you froze. The waiters stopped moving. The customers were petrified, statues with empty stares. And above all, no more voices in your earpiece. The link with the real world had just broken. "Dr. Dumont? What's the matter? Why aren't these people moving?" Daphné had risen, troubled, her green eyes scanning the frozen faces around her with anxiety.



