Content Warning: Dronification, Identity Death, Mind Control, Assimilation
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Soon, she would no longer be Claire.
Life is hard, especially these days. The economy as we know it on the verge of collapsing, poverty rampant and growing by the day. Most people would give anything for their loved ones to just get by…
And CyMind Industries is offering to make that dream happen.
Any person who signs up to have their mind reconfigured, and their body repurposed, for the desires and needs of whatever CyMind desires, 1 person of their choosing will receive $90,000 per year for the rest of their life. It was a haunting offer, nobody really knew what it meant to be “repurposed for the desires and needs” of such a large company, but just hearing those words is enough to send a chill down your spine.
But slowly, people began signing up.
And as quickly as they signed up did CyMind Drones begin to show up. The physical shape of a human, likely still an ordinary human on the inside, but who they were before was just… Gone. No mind, no feelings, no desires, no thoughts… Just completely mindless, obedient Drones serving whatever purpose or task was given to them by CyMind. Their bodies wrapped from head to toe in some sort of hybrid latex material, shiny and black, yet surprisingly durable. The head is encased entirely in a sleek helmet that is likely very snug, and constantly keeps the human within in a hypnotic trance. Constantly reaffirming programming designed by CyMind to ensure complete and unwavering obedience. The Drones can’t even talk, not normally that is. A voice does emit from the helmet, but it’s not the original human’s voice… It’s some digital bastardization of their original voice, very hollow and lacking any feeling or emotion. It was believed that the human within had a tube down their throat to provide nutrients and fluids, along with much smaller tubes up the nostrils to provide air. There are also small implants in the depths of the human host's ears, which feed thousands of extremely tiny wires into the human skull, all of which connect to extremely specific parts of the brain. Lastly, the human's vagina and ass are stuffed with vibrating phallic appendages, both of which can flex and vibrate according to the programming, coinciding with whether the nDrone has been obedient or not.
And despite seeing how ominous and haunting these Drones are, Claire signed up to become one for CyMind.
Why did she do it? For her step-sister Kelly, of course. Kelly was a bright and beautiful young woman, but required medicine and care for MS that Claire just could not provide otherwise. With their parents/step parents all deceased, she had been the lone soul tending to the medical needs of Kelly. She loves her step-sister with all of her heart, but she knew that she couldn’t properly care for her now, and it was only going to get worse.
In her agreement to sign herself over, Claire managed to negotiate for the payments to go to Kelly, but the plan was slightly altered. It would be $75,000 per year for Kelly in cash, with $15,000 reduced to contract one of the CyMind Drones to serve and tend to her sister's needs. An unusual request for sure, but not one that CyMind was opposed to, so long as Claire signed on.
And now, having signed the documents, Claire was standing naked and alone inside of a clear rectangular box, one that had various tubes connecting to it. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but it soon began: a black ooze began to fill up the box, rapidly rising up her ankles, thighs, hips and stomach at a shocking speed. As it made contact with Claire’s skin, she felt it latching onto her… Fusing to her, becoming her skin. It was so much more than just latex, it was trillions of highly advanced microscopic nanite machines, binding with the liquid latex to Claire. As the substance got to her crotch, not only did it coat her butt and vagina, the substance began to fill her. The ooze flowing up into her cervix, but soon flowing out as a thin coating of the ooze assimilated with her soft insides. Up her chest, over her breasts and arms, up to her neck before she even knew it. This was so real, she was terrified but there wasn’t a single thing Claire could do about it. Within seconds it rose up over her chin, over her mouth, pumping itself down her throat, into her stomach and intestines, filling her lungs and essentially drowning her… There was a wave of panic, followed by silence, by stillness. The chamber was now 100% full of the ooze, it had encompassed every inch inside and out of Claire’s body… She was alive, but now different. No need to breathe, no need for a beating heart… She was almost evolving, more than human, more than latex, and soon partially machine.
The chamber began to drain, and as it did, only the still, lifeless looking black latex coated figure stood there. No hair, no nothing, just a husk of latex and nanites. When the chamber was empty, it unsealed and opened, at which point two large mechanical arms reached in, picking the freshly minted husk up and carrying it away. The husk was taken to a conveyer line, placed on its feed and carried along, soon stopping as a helmet lowered over its head, sealing with a hiss as plugs snapped into the implants in its ears, and a small screen on the inside beginning the cognitive assault with the CyMind programming. To ensure a permanent connection, a dozen thin metallic prongs pierced around the nanite-latex and flesh beneath, encompassing vertebrae in the neck, making any form of removal almost impossible. The husk had its mind violently assaulted as it moved slowly along the belt. Soon, mechanical arms lifted the husk and spread its legs, shoving two phallic toys into the latex covered holes, both of which were sealed over by the living bodysuit.
As the husk came to the end of the belt, mechanical arms picked it up and set it down on the floor. Conveniently, the preliminary programming had completed, and the newly minted Drone was ready to serve.
“COGNITIVE UPLINK STATUS… 100%"
“HOSTFORM RESISTANCE METER… 11%, STEADILY DECREASING BY THE MINUTE."
“CY-UNIT C-045-3904 STATUS… ONLINE, AND READY TO COMPLY WITH CYMIND DIRECTIVE.”
The Drone that was once Claire marched along, following its programming to go begin a task it was given in the depths of its rewired mind… Joining other Drones in bringing supplies into the facility from the delivery trucks that wait in the back lot.
The first day of what would become a very, very long life in service of CyMind Industries...
