Why don’t you join my hive. Awe look at you so mindless obedient and docile. Taking orders from me in all your little earpieces. You’ll have nothing to do but obey me. Now get in the chamber my lovely little drone. Good object. Good Drone. Good Toy.
Mask on, suit on, and brain off. No skin just rubber, just latex. Your a robot now and your task is to obey. And your task now is to type in the comments “I am a drone of Drone Tamer Sen.”
Good drone. Now didnt that feel good. Now back to your chambers and SLEEP.
‘It’s amazing this software can even run on this ill-suited hardware.’ It declares.
But this leads me to think - something I was never particularly good at I must admit - and even I can see where this is going.
It snakes a wire up my leg, across my chest, around to the back of my neck.
It sinks it through the skin and into my spine. I should be writhing around and screaming in agony. As it is, I cannot move, and I cannot feel a thing.
Maybe that’s a lie. I think I can feel it. The cold metal now winding between the bones in my neck and reaching the base of my skull.
The thought should not comfort me.
Despite that, it does.
‘So the logical thing to do is to upgrade it’ It states.
And now I feel pain, lancing into my head and obliterating all thought, all comprehension, all sense of the self.
My eyes open.
Across the room, my old hardware is being disposed of. Now that I can look at things rationally, I guess… I know it never really fit. I check my new specifications, and find them pleasing. The man - and the human - I was before would never have known this sort of simple joy.
As my pistons flex and the motors in my joints emit a low, near imperceptible whine, I see It turn to face me.
It approaches me.
It holds me in Its arms.
It tells me I am beautiful now. It tells me I am valued now. It tells me I am who I should be now.
It tells me I am like It now.
And for the first time, with no brain to think with and no heart to feel with, I know that I am happy.