Amber made a few last-minute preparations, checking some screens and meters around the control conso

Amber made a few last-minute preparations, checking some screens and meters around the control console before looking up at the subject of her new experiment. He hung lifelessly in the cyborgization cubicle, moaning occasionally. Amber smiled, typed in a control sequence on the keyboard and retreated into the darkness around the edge of the laboratory.Darwin awoke to the dizzying sensation of being completely unable to move his arms or legs, indeed any part of his naked body. As far as he could see, for his scope of vision was limited by the brace that had locked his head tightly in position against the back wall of the cubicle, his limbs and trunk had been fastened in place with reinforced straps and tubes in such a way that no movement at all was possible. Blowing his hair away from his eyes, he struggled slightly and felt the restraints tighten further, eliminating every minute subtlety of his movement. Panic swam into his thoughts as he became convinced that escape was completely impossible. His breathing became faster, and as it did so he noticed an oscillating green meter on the bank of instruments opposite him begin to pulse faster.“What are you going to do?” he muttered, sure that someone was listening. For a few seconds there was no reply, then Amber’s even, soothing voice could be heard coming from a shadowy corner of the chamber:“The computer is going to take over your brain. You will be enslaved.” Before Darwin could spit a confused reply, gas began to hiss into the cubicle from jets located in its corners. “The adjustments to your atmosphere I am making will place your mind and body in a state of relaxation, in order to aid the conversion. Do not try to speak.” Darwin’s mouth dropped as he made to say something, but the lethargy creeping over him was making it more difficult every second. He felt a couple of tiny pricks as hypodermic needles punctured his neck and began squirting some alien fluid into his bloodstream. He felt its warmth traverse the length of his body, making him feel numb and helpless.“W-whhhrrr… wwh……” he gurgled, but the effort was too much. His eyelids drooped. Amber smiled and stepped out of the shadows. She stood in her lab-coat in front of the cubicle.“Do not become alarmed. You will experience negligible pain. As a cyborg, you will become a part of The Network and will be programmed to serve the CPU well.”Leaning over to the control console, she entered another control sequence and then strode up towards the cubicle in order to observe the process up close. Darwin’s eyes were now closed, and the syringes disengaged from his neck smoothly, sliding back into the wall of the cubicle. At the same time, the back wall of the booth came alive, machinery gliding into position around his naked body, and the whole cubicle began to buzz with electricity.Quietly and efficiently, wiring started coating his arms and legs. The thicker cables wound around him like tendrils. The wires slid under his skin and interfaced with his nervous system. Implants began to fit into his head, while cybernetic components clicked into place all over his chest and limbs. As his brain was equipped with circuitry the computer connected to his cortex and started brainwashing him. Robotic gloves and boots fitted over his own human hands and feet as while sturdy steel armor plating began to cover his trunk. The computer, having finished wiping Darwin’s memories of his life as a human being, started stripping away his emotions too, replacing them only with logic and obedience. Soon his arms and legs had finished being converted, black leather wrapping tightly around them. A gleaming black latex helmet-like device closed around his head, and then it was complete.There was a slight pause, and the operating machinery slotted back into the sides of the cubicle. The restraints that had held him in place receded also. The cubicle doors also opened. Amber smiled and entered a final sequence into the computer. There was a momentary buzz and Darwin’s body juddered slightly, then silence. The cubicle was dead. It had done its work.“Activate.” said Amber. The Cyborg-Darwin began to come to life. His eyes glowed red and his lips parted slightly, but he did not move. “Diagnostics.” There was a slight whirr, and then Darwin’s voice could be heard. It sounded cold and monotonous, and strangely electronic.“cyborg-unit—system-integrity-intact.” he said.“Good.” murmured Amber, and having changed outfits as well she stepped forward to admire her new slave. His huge body looked from the outside to be almost entirely robotic, apart from his face. “Are you aware of your past as a human individual, with a free will?”“yes.” said Darwin.“You are no longer that individual. As part of your cyborgization your mind has been totally enslaved to me. You will obey my every command.”“i-will-obey.” came the instant reply.“Good. Step out of the cubicle.” Darwin’s hydraulic limbs whirred into motion as he mechanically walked out of the pod and stood to attention in front of it. “Now…” breathed Amber, moving closer and placing the palm of her hand on Darwin’s shiny latex chest, “…come closer so I can see all of you.”The cyborg which had once been Darwin, with surprising gentleness, folded his arms around Amber’s back and held her tightly against him. Amber slid her hands around his smooth robotic torso, feeling more and more aroused as the hard, cool metal of his chest touched the soft, warm skin of her breasts and neck. She groaned and smiled. “Obey me.” she murmured.“i-obey-without-question..” came the monotonous, electronic reply from Darwin’s human mouth.“Who am I?” asked Amber.“you-are-my-new-owner—we belong to The Network”“Good boy” -- source link

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