Deanna couldn’t believe her luck. After weeks of striking out, she had finally found a costume for the sci-fi-themed party that Laura had invited her to. Granted, she had found it in a hole-in-the-wall shop with a grumpy shopkeeper, but he had just let her have it for free, so who cared?
“I don’t know nothin’ about it,” he had said. “It don’t have instructions. I tried to turn the LED lights on once, but it didn’t work. The person who done brought it here didn’t know what it was either, just a weird costume.”
The shopkeeper had told her that it had been there for months and that she was the first one to ask about it. He wanted it gone, so he simply gave it to her. She couldn't believe how lucky she was.
“I’ll be the perfect robot girl for the party! Maybe I can find some fun futuristic sunglasses to go along with it,” she said to herself on the ride back to her apartment.
When she got home, she laid the costume out on her bed, examining it more closely.
“Wow!” she said out loud as she ran her hands over what looked like carbon fiber panels on the outside of the suit. The gaps between the panels revealed a shiny, black base layer resembling spandex. “It looks like there are actual circuits and lights on this! Whoever made this must have spent a fortune!” The intricate nature of the exterior of the suit gave Deanna pause- she didn’t want to break anything. She decided to be extra careful with her special find.
After examining the suit in detail, Deanna decided to try it on. After all, it wouldn’t do her any good to get to the day of the party and find that it didn’t fit. She stripped down to her underwear and held up the suit’s lower half. It was heavy because of the integrated boots, but it looked like it would fit like a pair of pants, the shiny base layer holding all of the pieces of the costume in place. She slid the bottom half of the suit up her legs. It fit like a glove- she was ecstatic! The top portion of the suit was like a heavy shirt with long sleeves and gloves built in. She pulled it over her head, struggling for a few moments before it settled onto her body.
Deanna was practically buzzing with excitement as she gazed at herself in the mirror- the suit was perfect. The people at the costume party were going to be blown away! She couldn’t wait to show Laura. Deanna was so excited that she failed to notice the shiny black base layer under the top half of the suit had merged with the bottom half’s base layer. Parts of the suit were moving, eliminating seams, filling in gaps, and sealing Deanna inside.
It wasn’t until the suit started to tighten around her that she noticed anything was off. The base layer began to squeeze against her body as if someone was sucking all of the air out. Eventually it eased up, but not before it had conformed to her body’s exact shape.
“What’s happening?” Deanna said anxiously. She ran her hands along the place where the seams had been. She tried to find a gap in the suit, but her gloved hands found no success. The panels that had been separated moments ago were now fused together- a smooth, hard surface.
The purple highlights on her torso began to glow with electric energy. A rush of pleasure flowed through her from head to toe as the suit came to life. She closed her eyes, quickly overtaken by the feeling, no longer concerned about the suit’s behavior.
As her breathing began to grow deeper and faster, the base layer began to dissolve into a liquid polymer consisting of millions of tiny nanites. It began to seep out of the neck of the suit, climbing up Deanna’s exposed skin. The pleasure increased. Higher and higher the nanites crept, covering her head and obscuring any identifying features. Within moments, the nanites solidified, merging with her body, a featureless black mask covering her face.
Inside the suit, the pleasure had not abated- Deanna was completely overwhelmed, having been caught off guard by the intensity of the feelings. As the suit edged her closer to orgasm, a sea of programming filled her vision- spirals, code, subliminals, visions of blank, featureless figures moving around each other like poetry in motion. She couldn’t make out any words in the code filling her vision, but it didn't matter- her mind was absorbing the programming rapidly. A thrumming sound filled her ears followed by what sounded like a thousand voices speaking at once.
“BLANK. EMPTY. MINDLESS. DRONE.”
The voices repeated the mantra again and again, louder and more insistent as the seconds ticked by. Deanna stood motionless in her room, lost in the pleasure of the suit, her mind open and vulnerable to the programming.
Without her fully realizing it, her own voice had started to echo the mantra, almost reflexively, her subconscious having absorbed the message. Every time she said it, the pleasure increased. She began reciting it faster and faster until she matched the speed of the thousands of voices ringing in her mind. The pleasure built exponentially. Finally, an orgasm the likes of which Deanna had never experienced ripped through her motionless body, but it didn’t stop. Her climax continued and the voices and visual programming increased in intensity.
“BLANK. EMPTY. MINDLESS. DRONE,” a mechanical voice said coldly from the suit’s vocal emitters, not reflecting the ecstasy that the wearer was experiencing. Underneath the weight of the pleasure and the programming, the person who was “Deanna” began to fade. A new identity began to emerge through the waves of bliss- someone, no, something, was taking over. In her mind’s eye, the programming showed Deanna a new designation: D5-1592. The voice ringing in her mind added the designation to the mantra. Deanna was so lost in the ecstasy the suit provided that she accepted the new designation immediately. She wanted more.
Only minutes after putting the suit on, Deanna had disappeared, her personality overwritten and archived by the programming. D5-1592 stood in her place ready to serve the Hive. The drone’s body sent out a signal, and in a flash of white energy, it teleported to the Hive’s central hub hidden deep beneath the city. Its job would be to construct more suits like the one Deanna had unassumingly put on. After all, it was a good drone, as its programming told it, and good drones make more good drones.
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