Core
Trix was poring over the security feeds when it happened. One minute she was reaching out to switch channels and the next she was staring down at the monitors from above.
"What?" There was a slight buzz to her voice that hadn't been there before.
Everything looked and sounded different. It even felt different and after she reached up to try and brush the hair out of her eye she had a sinking feeling she knew what it was.
"Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me!"
She glanced up at the management rail and then down, spotting the parabolic mirror she kept in the corner of the office. A core stared back at her.
"Those damn gray-faced bastards! If I get my hands on them I swear I'll tear them apart!" She rocked on the rail, feeling her circuits heat. "...Just as soon as I have hands again." She sighed. This was going to make her job a lot more complicated...