FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

DISCLAIMER: This story contains strong scenes of male nudity, kidnapping, mind alteration, identity loss and forced latex drone transformation, if this does not interest you or you feel offended by this content, please close the file and look around for something you will enjoy. If this is your sort of tale, please sit back and enjoy the story.

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Wyatt rolled down the street looking like a tourist as he gazed at the unfamiliar architecture around him.

He was always like that on these short expeditions, soaking in as much detail as possible of the realms he visited through the portal.

So far, this realm was pretty similar to the big cities back home.

A dense urban sprawl of buildings and roads and the same busy rush of people and traffic rushing to-and-fro.

There was something out of place however that separated it from the usual day to day activity of Earth.

Drones.

Wyatt was more than familiar with them from his previous excursions and his past experiences were enough that the sight of them sent a shiver down his spine.

Although strangely enough, the presence of drone’s this reality seemed, there was no other word for it.

“Good”

The drones were showing none of the usual hostility or desire for global conquest that he had experienced in most of the other drone realities he had visited.

Instead, he saw the rubber beings couriering deliveries, working construction, operating heavy machinery, and performing other tasks that involved light to strenuous manual labour.

Under his own self-created rules for dealing with drones, Wyatt wouldn't normally talk to or even approach one.

His curiosity, was peaked however when he spotted a lone drone as he passed an open alley, monotonously unloading a large delivery truck.

It’s movements precise and vaguely mechanical as it carried out its task with exceptional efficiency.

Wyatt hesitated, his survivalist instincts giving him pause for thought before he shook his head, curiosity winning the day and he began to roll his wheelchair cautiously down the alley.

The pavement of the alley was broken and full of big potholes meaning Wyatt had a harder time than usual rolling through, but he was sure this would be the best chance he might get to interrogate a drone before he had to return to his own reality.

Finally getting within a few feet of the drone, Wyatt wiped his brow and waited for the drone to place its latest box onto a large pallet before trying to address it.

"E..Excuse me?” he asked with a slight stammer, “I was wonder if you could tell me about drones like yourself”

He paused, waiting for a response, but the drone merely continued its task.

“I wanted to know things like your operations and how businesses can hire your services." Wyatt continued hopefully, “Y’know just to gain an insight on how you work?”

The drone continued to work robotically, seemingly oblivious to Wyatt’s words, continuing to remove one box after the other from the truck and placing it on the pallet next to the loading door of a business unit.

Looking over the drone as it worked, Wyatt observed that its body appeared male, its muscles strong and defined and while it didn't wear clothing, its modesty was "protected" by a larger than average shiny, black bulge.

Despite not initially answering his questions, before moving to retrieve its next box, the drone suddenly turned to face Wyatt who suddenly realised how tall it stood, easily 7 feet, a hulking mass of shiny black rubber except for a strange golden marking stamped at its navel in the shape of a sectioned triangle.

It's featureless, flat face appeared to look down at Wyatt and it stood at attention.

"Citizen"

A cold mechanical voice resonated from the "face", catching Wyatt completely by surprise at the human edge that rested beyond the mechanical crackle.

"This unit’s designation is HK-041, it is a unit of the Tri Collective” the Drone continued, “It's current directive is to provide manual labour to this establishment, does Citizen have new directives regarding this operation?"

Wyatt was stunned for a moment from the surprising eloquence of the drone’s words.

"No, I'm not even affiliated with this place” Wyatt replied quickly, feeling slightly unnerved. “I’m just curious is all."

Wyatt admired the drone again, his gaze rolling across its smooth rubber skin, his eyes lingering again on the strange triangular mark on its navel which he assumed was the logo of this so-called Tri Collective it belonged too.

Wyatt had to admit, it was an impressive model, even considering that the perfect smoothness of its face unnerved him a little more than most the drones he had previously encountered.

Turning his focus to the work the drone was doing, it looked like the boxes it was moving was stock for a grocery or convenience store as he thought he could hear the chink of glass bottles rattling as the drone moved them.

"So, is this a long-term...uh, directive or are you just here to unload this one truck?" Wyatt asked, trying to keep the conversation running now that he has established contact.

The drone was silent a moment, continuing its work mechanically before responding.

"Its current directive is to complete unloading of delivery then to return to the Collective Facility to receive further instruction"

Wyatt watched the drone continue to remove boxes and stack them, from where he sat, he could tell its task was almost complete judging from how empty the open truck already was.

Thinking it would be better to leave before the drone could turn its full attention on him, Wyatt thought it was best to wrap up their little discussion.

"Ah, I see. Thanks for the information...um, HK..." Wyatt said, forgetting the name of the drone as he tried to manoeuvre himself however, he was hampered by the large bumps of the broken alley pavement, and he grunted as his wheel caught on the uneven ground.

Attempting to dislodge himself, Wyatt took small glanced at the drone, observing the fluidity of its movements now and the best description he could give it was almost human, but even that didn't seem the right way to describe it.

His curiosity peaked again, he stopped his attempts to dislodge his wheel and asked a question he had never had the opportunity to ask before.

"What's it like? Being a drone and working for that collective you mentioned?"

His voice shook a little during the question, but he felt safe asking it, and after all, as in explorer it was why he was here.

The drone answered robotically but didn’t pause it its actions this time.

"This unit is a proud member of the Tri Collective, it was presented to the Collective as imperfect and was made perfect by the Collective, it’s work is beneficial to society, and it is proud to serve and better the reputation of the Collective"

Finishing its response, the drone made a heaving movement, and Wyatt’s eyes widened as he watched the drone lift a much larger box over its head before setting it gently next to the already stacked pallet.

Wyatt was able to spot a marking saying 100kg weight on the side of the box as the drone returned to the truck.

"Damn, that's pretty impressive that you can lift that” Wyatt smiled, slightly stunned, “I guess you got some upgrades out of the deal. You look to be a...uh, pretty impressive model and I guess it's not all for show."

He returned to trying to dislodge his wheel although was starting to feel a bit more relaxed. This drone wasn't showing any of the warning signs he'd learned to look for, generally the hard way. Maybe drones weren't always a bad idea and he'd just gotten unlucky with previous encounters.

Pulling the penultimate box from the truck, the drone took it’s time before it responded.

"All units must have sufficient strength to complete its directive, it is given any and all faculties to complete its directive to the best possible result to ensure satisfaction of client"

It set the box on the almost full pallet before turning for the final one.

"This unit has not exerted additional strength in this directive, this is its standard operating parameters"

Taking the final box and placing it on the palette, the drone turned and closed the doors to the truck carefully before turning to face Wyatt.

Again, Wyatt felt that familiar chill of self-preservation, staring back at the featureless face as it remained silent before his eyes lowered as the mark at its navel suddenly began to glow a deep gold.

"Directive complete!” the drone announced, “Client has been informed, Unit will return to Collective"

It’s task finally complete, the drone suddenly advanced towards Wyatt, making to move around him as the truck roared into life and began to move away in the other direction.

Wyatt instinctively tried backed away, memories of how this situation usually played out flashed unwanted but all the stronger for it in his head.

He jerked, fast as his arms would spin the wheels but with a clang, his trapped wheel jarred as it finally came free, and he span slightly.

Before Wyatt knew what was happening, he'd ramped a raised chink of pavement with one wheel right into another deep hole. His chair jerked, the sudden difference in the height of the wheels was enough to topple the chair onto its side, spilling him out onto the hard ground with a harsh thud.

"SHIT!" Wyatt yelped both in pain and frustration, trying to pull himself up on his elbows as the drone stepped past him, apparently oblivious to his plight.

Wyatt gritted his teeth, pain growing in his joints as he looked sourly at his lopsided chair, then up and down the alley, noticing that he was too far to try and signal for help from any passersby.

Knowing it was his only option, he looked up at drone that was already halfway towards the alley entrance.

"HEY!” Wyatt called, pushing himself up into a sitting position and rubbing the spot where he landed tenderly, “Can you give me a hand back up?"

The drone paused and turned around to ‘look’ at Wyatt.

"Assessing new request” the drone announced coldly, “Collective Clarification....Performing Assessment Scan"

A strange whirring noise filled the alley, apparently coming from the drone itself, its head slowly this way and that, taking in Wyatt, his chair and the surrounding alley.

The symbol on its navel glowed again.

"Scan complete” the drone concluded before the symbol suddenly began to flash erratically, “Anomaly detected....Traces of existing drone presence detected....Citizen clarity required"

The drone's "face" suddenly snapped downwards to “look” straight at Wyatt's face.

"Citizen” it continued, “Clarify...is it currently in conversion process for a Hive or a Collective"

"What? No!” Wyatt cried, memories again flashing up of his past experiences although his current discomfort distracted him from reminiscing too much.

“Some others have wanted me, but I chose not to join” he finished, not adding that most of them had attempted to convert him anyway.

"I don't see what has to do with standing my wheelchair back up and helping me in it!" he added angrily, wincing as pain lanced through his hip.

He was more concerned about his aching side and hoping that pain in his shoulder and hip wasn't a dislocation or break.

Thankfully, he couldn't feel the painful position his legs looked to be in, sticking out at odd angles across the alley.

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The drone, however, didn't seem to comprehend or care about Wyatt's situation, it remained standing over him, unmoving and unresponsive for a moment.

"Clarification received...Relaying to Collective" the drone finally stated, the navel symbol glowing a third time.

"Request accepted!” the drone announced, and Wyatt felt a sting of annoyance for the delay before the statement continued.

“Compensation request...Collective requires Citizen's knowledge of previous drone interaction…Citizen will provide physical and mental sample data to the Collective....Will Citizen accept these conditions in recompense for physical assistance?"

Wyatt was in too much discomfort to protest, but from what the drone had requested, they only wanted information and maybe a blood sample.

"Yeah sure, whatever!” Wyatt groaned, “Help me up and I'll answer any questions about them. I doubt the info will be helpful though. The other interested drones are...too far away."

Wyatt was still sitting up on his still-good arm while the sore one was pulling his legs in to try and position them into a more dignified pose.

He was feeling more confident nothing was broken or dislocated, but he was gonna be sore and have plenty of bruises tomorrow if past falls had taught him anything.

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"Confirmation received” the drone announced, “New directive received...Provide Physical Assistance to Unidentified Citizen"

The drone moved quickly and with purpose, first collecting Wyatt's chair, methodically examining it before setting upright on the ground and securing the brakes to prevent it drifting.

It then turned to Wyatt who, despite the discomfort, still looked rather uneasy at the rubber figure as it reached out towards him.

He was surprised however as the drone slipped its arms around him and lifted him bodily from the floor as though he were nothing more than a doll and doing it with such precision that none of his potential injuries were exacerbated.

Turning slowly, the drone carried Wyatt to the chair and set him back into it methodically, its fingers moving over his body to ensure he was seated comfortably and that his feet were secured before standing back.

"Directive complete" declared the drone, stepping back as Wyatt settled himself.

He looked up at the drone, taking in again its well-built muscles and blank face and waited to see if it was finished, taking the moment remove the brakes and rest his hands on the wheels.

"Thanks” he said gratefully, happy to feel he security of his chair again, “That feels much better and was a big help, now you wanted to ask me some questions?"

The drone remained in front of Wyatt, unmoving but staring down at him.

"Affirmative…the Collective requires information from Citizen" the drone began mechanically, and Wyatt again got that old tingling sensation on the back of his neck.

The alley suddenly felt colder, like something sinister was now lurking nearby.

"Citizen agreed to provide physical and mental data for analysis” the drone continued, “Citizen will accompany this unit back to a Collective facility for analysis, does Citizen require physical handling or will it follow this unit willingly?"

The question hung in the air as the drone fell silent, its featureless gaze still on the man in the wheelchair before him who was now looking distinctly scared.

“I knew this was too good to be true” Wyatt thought, his breath catching as he started too slowly back up.

"I..I agreed to answer any questions” he stammered, his earlier admiration for the drone evaporating, “You don't need me to go anywhere to do that! If you want a biological sample, then we can get a cheek swab or even a blood sample from an independent hospital!"

The drone remained silent, not moving while Wyatt slowly reversed.

“No sudden movements” he thought cautiously, backing away slowly, not taking his eyes from the threat.

He needed something between himself and the drone before he did anything hasty. Mostly, he needed to get out of here and back to the gate, to return home and ensure it would never again open to this world.

"Unable to comply” the drone finally responded, its symbol flashing.

“Citizen did not specify third party resources when agreement was made...the Collective will provide all required medical provision...Citizen will not be harmed"

The drone began to advance, matching Wyatt's slow retreat.

"It will ask again...will Citizen follow willingly...or require assistance?"

"I'm not going to any collective facilities!” Wyatt yelled in response, hoping someone, anyone, would hear him and intervene, “We can do it somewhere public or not at all, it's your choice."

He gave a brief window for reply before he spun his chair and attempted to book it as fast as he could, only to find he had gotten turned around when he had fallen and was now staring at the back of the truck that was still blocking the end of the alley.

Wyatt gulped as dread gripped his heart.

He hadn't been able to see it for the drone's size, but behind the advancing drone was now the only opening back to the open street.

The drone continued to approach the cornered man who slowly wheeled himself back around to face the faceless being.

It did not seem angry or frustrated at Wyatt's escape attempt but the way it robotically stepped closer, its bare rubber feet crunching the gravely alley, was just as terrifying as if it were a mugger approaching with a knife.

"Citizen has denied options and attempted escape from binding agreement...Citizen will be returned by force...beginning pacification procedure"

Before Wyatt could do anything but open his mouth in fear, the drone was upon him. Its hands seized his own and pressed them to the arm rests of the chair.

“FUCK! LET ME GO!” Wyatt yelled at the top of his voice, trying desperately to attract any help to his plight.

No response came however, and a strange trickling sensation suddenly passed over his wrists as he struggled hopelessly against the drone's iron grip.

Taking his gaze off the featureless face for a moment, he gazed down and stared in horror as black latex curled from the drone’s hands, snaking around his wrists and arm rests, binding him to them like hand cuffs.

Try as he did to break the bond, the latex was relentless and didn’t budge no matter how hard he tugged and twisted.

His head shooting back up to try and scream in terror, his voice suddenly caught in his throat as he found the drone's "face" inches from his own.

The smooth, shiny rubber held a hazy reflection of his terrified face before the rubber began to ripple and undulate like liquid until a dark, gaping hole opened like a whirlpool in the place where its mouth should have been.

Wyatt was instantly reminded of soul sucking horrors from a fantasy book, and he opened his mouth to yell again.

But before he could make a sound, the drone had forced its face on his, the hole directly over his mouth and instead of the sucking sensation he was expecting.

He felt the drone "breathe".

This was followed by the sensation of something filling his mouth and lungs.

The two figures were suddenly frozen in the moment.

Wyatt’s eyes were bulging in both shock and fear, unable to do or say anything as the drone pumped God only knows what into him.

He tried to breathe through his nose and felt his eyes water as whisps of white steam emerged with each exhale.

He began to feel strange, his body beginning to feel light while his eyes grew heavy.

“Wh…what’s happening?” Wyatt thought dazedly, feeling the pressure on his face suddenly lighten as the drone broke the unwanted kiss.

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Wyatt coughed and spluttered, trying to take deep breaths to try and clear the worsening fog in his head.

"I…I tried t…to comply," he spluttered, head feeling more swollen by the second, "but you did…d…didn't like how I offered t…to do it."

His vision was becoming blurry at the edges and a strange muffling a like water was filling his ears.

“Oh no, this is bad” he thought fearfully, his mind scrambling as he recognised the signs of an anaesthetic.

The drone hadn’t moved, merely watching as Wyatt gently slumped in his seat, a distant expression forming on his face as his chest rose and fell slowly.

The drone stood up, the dark hole in its “face” suddenly refilling and restoring the smooth, featureless surface.

"Pacification complete” the drone stated mechanically, “New Directive received...Returning Unidentified Citizen to Collective for sample collection"

The drone stepped around the paralysed man Wyatt felt his captor grip the handles of his chair before, with a lurch, he began to move at a steady pace back towards the open street.

"N...No

The feeble speech was all Wyatt could muster while his senses continued to dull.

His vision going fish eyed as more of it blurred and his hearing grew fuzzier as though his ears were stuffed with cotton. His whole body had become heavy and unresponsive, feeling distant to him as the drone pushed him as it pleased.

The whole world slowed down around him as his thoughts sped up.

Every thump of his heart, every breath he took, all the prickles and bumps that racked his senses seemed as magnified to him as they did disconnected.

The drone had chosen most secure prison Wyatt could be placed in, his own body.

But to the stricken man, the worst part wasn't any of that.

Nor was it the fact that he was being taken.

No, the worst part was that the dark release of unconsciousness never came.

He was forced to experience the total lack of his powerlessness as the drone exited the alleyway and onto the crowded pavement.

Moving robotically and purposefully between other citizens and occasionally other drones, his captor continued its uninterrupted progress towards its destination.

Wyatt had hoped the other people would notice him, bound and unresponsive and clearly in need of help.

But none that passed spared him a second glance, continuing on their way without even noticing him.

The thought then occurred to Wyatt that this might be a common practice in this universe, drones taking the infirm to hospital when they couldn’t themselves.

He tried to cry out for help, to get help from anyone, but once again words failed him, and he felt tears pool in his eyes as the drone pushed him ever onwards towards a fate he dared not think on.

After traveling for a short while through the city, Wyatt's heavy head spotted a large silver building in the distance and he felt a sudden weight drop into his chest as he was reminded, from the clinical sterileness of the building as it grew closer, of the dystopian conversion facilities from sci-fi shows.

The drone was mere metres away from the building when strange prickles of feeling finally came back to his limbs and Wyatt realized he was wiggling against his chair.

"Sloap fet mees gao..." he managed to slur out, his words disjointed and so weak that the few passersby appeared not to hear him.

The drone too ignored Wyatt's slurred words as it approached the silver building.

Wyatt could see the large sectioned golden triangle emblazoned on the shining facade while at the base of the ramp that led up to pair of large double doors he clocked two more drones.

Both stood silent and resolute, identical to the one pushing him, guarding the entrance to the facility.

The drones turned their faces to watch as the drone pushed Wyatt closer, but they made no movement to impede them as they passed by.

"H...Help Meeeee" Wyatt whined pitifully, still unable to make himself heard as he felt his chair tip up the bottom of the ramp and begin to ascend towards the large silver doors.

"Drone HK-041 returning Citizen for processing" the drone announced, pausing before the doors at the top of the ramp, Wyatt spotted two large cameras whirring around to point directly at them.

There was a moment of silence before a mechanical voice crackled from a speaker above.

"Affirmative...Access Granted...Drone to deliver Citizen to Processing Chamber 002"

There was a loud hiss and a rumbling noise as the doors suddenly pulled slowly apart, revealing a long corridor beyond, lit with cold sterile lighting like a hospital.

"Nn--noo." Wyatt croaked out, "I alferd youu inforformaaaatiiion. Cancan't dos dhis."

Wyatt’s heart pounded heavily in his chest, racing at the thought of what was undoubtedly to come following the words 'Processing Chamber'.

The long facility corridor felt like it was swallowing him by just being at the entrance.

He tried desperately to wave his arms or do anything to attract attention, but all he could do was twitch in his chair.

Between the latex restraints and the anaesthetic still in his system, he couldn't object in anyway, meaning the drones could do whatever they wanted to him without fear of reprisal.

He had to hope it would wear off soon or that he could hold out long enough against whatever they were planning to escape.

It was as the drone pushed the chair forwards and the sunlight faded that Wyatt felt the dread increase.

Even if he could somehow find a way to escape, he was inside the drone facility now.

He wasn't breaking out of here without help or force which he just didn’t have.

Managing to close his eyes, he prayed that he could hold out until his fail safe kicked in, an emergency teleportation device injected into his arm that would automatically bring him home if he ever got caught in an unfamiliar world.

He just had to hope that this emergency exit remained a secret to the drones and that anything they did to him was reversable when he returned home.

The vast doors rumbled closed behind the pair with a cold finality, sealing them inside the facility.

The drone paused for a moment before he continued to roll Wyatt down the corridor.

Despite the hopeless dread and increasing fear that was now flooding his mind, Wyatt became aware that he was beginning to feel more and more of his functionality returning, he was able to turn his head about and flex his fingers.

The drone made a sharp turn and Wyatt’s head flopped weakly between his shoulders, seeing blurrily how they were approaching another large set of doors which hissed open like a sci-fi film.

What was beyond made Wyatt’s eyes widen in terror.

They had entered a chamber as large as an aircraft hangar, its immense space taken up by lines upon lines of shiny, rubber drones, identical to his captor.

They all stood at attention, unmoving, unresponsive and apparently unaware or indifferent to their presence as the drone marched Wyatt right past the front line.

A sudden flare of light caught Wyatt’s attention and he watched as a drone, furthest down the front line shifted, it’s navel lighting up brightly.

Silently the drone stepped forwards and turned towards the door Wyatt and his captor had just entered through, beginning to march purposely as the symbols light faded, passing the pair without incident.

Again and again, Wyatt watched it happened, a drone’s symbol would glow before it would move off, quickly leaving on what Wyatt guessed was a new directive

As the last drone in the front row stepped away, Wyatt then watched with a sick sensation in his stomach as every remaining drone suddenly stepped forwards in a single militaristic movement, like a marching army.

Wyatt didn’t have long to dwell on it, the drone pushing him had guided him across the room, ignoring the operational functionality of its fellows and turned its prisoner towards another door which hissed open, revealing another corridor which had several large doors. Each of which, Wyatt observed, had glowing numbers above them.

The drone paused for a moment and Wyatt, still reeling from the sight of the army of drones, took the time to assess his condition.

His body was still weak from the sedative, but he mustered everything he could in breaking out of his bonds. He twisted, pulled and strained but it wasn’t enough, whatever rubber this was, it was far beyond his ability to break with pure strength.

“You have no right to do this” Wyatt growled angrily, relishing at the fact that he could finally speak coherently again.

“I was cooperating until you didn’t like what I offered.”

The drones head lowered, staring at the back of Wyatt’s head.

"Citizen's statement is invalid" the drone stated simply, "Citizen agreed to provide physical and mental samples of existing or past dronification...Citizen did not specify method or location for collection to Collective...Collective therefore will provide said facilities....Citizen agreed to these terms....Citizen will honour agreement to the Collective"

With a jerk, the drone resumed its directive, beginning to wheel Wyatt down the corridor, the numbers above the doors bright against the strip lighting.

Glancing up, Wyatt saw "005" emblazoned above the nearest door and caught the sound of an ominous whirring and beeping from beyond the sealed door as they passed.

What Wyatt heard only heightened his fear, passing each door in the corridor and hearing a different noise as the numbers counted down.

The final two doors stood opposite each other at the dead end of the corridor, 001 and 002.

The drone wheeled Wyatt to face the room 002 and in the moment before the door hissed open, Wyatt heard another noise issuing from the door behind them.

It was muffled but Wyatt distinctly heard a human voice.

It was filled with terror.

"Please...I didn't ask for this....Please...No...NOOO!"

Wyatt’s anxiety rose to a fever pitch as he struggled to hear more but at that moment, the door to Processing room 002 hissed shut, the drone having pushed him inside while he was listening, all sound beyond was cut off completely.

"Directive complete...standing by" the drone announced, releasing the wheelchair, “Awaiting further instruction”

The drone moved away to stand in front of the door and immediately fell silent, standing at attention.

Wyatt, meanwhile, began to look around, taking in his new surroundings as the last dregs of the aesthetic left his system and began to feel as normal as possible beyond the intense fear that continued to grip him.

His anxiety didn’t improve as he realised, to his increasing terror, that he was in some kind of surgical suite.

A large metal table slab with a large lamp was positioned at the centre of the room, several large monitors adorned the walls along with several sterile looking trollies filled with various drawers.

But the most terrifying thing of all was a large metal apparatus that hung from the ceiling above the table which had multiple spindle-like arms like a robotic spider, each arm tipped with a different shaped tool, prepped for doing God only knew what to whatever poor soul was stuck beneath it.

Wyatt was trying very hard not to panic now.

Looking over his shoulder at the immobile drone, he decided that trying to talk his way out of it was his only option.

Remembering the drone’s last statement too him, his mind raced as he quickly tried to form a counter argument.

"I'll remind you” he yelled angrily over his shoulder, “That you didn't specify a location or method either. I'm still willing to give you whatever information you want, so take me outside on neutral soil and we'll find some terms that are agreeable to both sides."

Wyatt knew it was a Hail Mary, a desperate play when the drones already had him trapped inside their base.

His only hope was to try and keep renegotiating, keeping his focus on his captor rather than the terrifying room he was sat in.

He really didn’t want to know how the drones were going to extract their samples, he had been on the receiving end enough drone captures to fill in the possible blanks and each one made him shiver in disgust.

But he couldn’t stop his gaze from wandering, taking in the monitors, the needles containing unknown liquids, the strange plugs laid out on a nearby trolley and, worst of all, the strange 'torture implements' on the strange device on the ceiling.

Wyatt's words had echoed around the cold chamber, but no response came from the drone at the door, it remained resolutely inanimate and silent.

This empty silence dragged on for several minutes and it wasn’t until Wyatt began making a fresh attempt to loosen his bonds that a new voice sounded.

It was not the voice of the drones, it was something louder, deeper.

Authoritative.

"UNIDENTIFIED CITIZEN LOCATED....PROCESSING CHAMBER 002....TRANSFERRING COLLECTIVE PROTOCOL"

An odd whirring noise suddenly filled the room and a strange squeak from behind made Wyatt spin around.

The drone at the door was shuddering and twitching erratically, its symbol flickering like dying candle before its body gave a jerk and its head drooped.

Then the symbol at its navel shone brightly, tuning from gold to a cold white blue.

The head snapped back up and Wyat gulped, staring at the smooth face which had somehow become more menacing, and it seemed to make air grow colder.

"Drone HK-041 has received Collective Protocol” the drone announced, beginning to move forwards towards the bound man “Drone HK-041 will now speak for the Collective!"

Wyatt’s eyes grew large as the drone approached, moving around him to stand over him, its symbol beaming brightly into his face.

"Unidentified Citizen” the drone continued, “Request denied....relocation to lesser facility may hinder quality of samples....Collective facilities are superior and therefore more reliable...extraction will begin imminently"

The door suddenly hissed open at the end of the statement and four drones marched mechanically into the room.

Two assumed a position either side of Wyatt while the others moved to the monitors and trollies, Drone HK-041 remained where it stood, supervising the others.

"You have no right! You love to talk legal justifications but just ignore when I point out you're not following the same rules." Wyatt cried, straining hard against his bonds. "I don't like drones, ok? Bad experiences with them! So, keep me out of your facility and I'll be as cooperative as possible."

Drone HK-041 did not respond, it looked to be considering its response.

“Remove impeding garments” it ordered.

Wyatt let out a yell of frustration, jerking and struggling violently in his chair in protest while the two drones either side of him each strode to a trolley and retrieved a short, sharp tool.

Like a scalpel.

Wyatt began to hyperventilate as they stepped back over to him and, despite his best efforts, they began to slowly and precisely slice away his clothes, though the blades never once touched his skin.

Cold air made his bare skin erupt in goosebumps as his shirt fell to the floor in ribbons, the drone’s showing no emotion while they continued their task.

With his bare chest exposed, the drones moved to his legs, pulling off his trainers and socks before again using their blades to cut the seams away from his jeans.

Wyatt looked away as they finally reached his groin and was determined not to move as they cut away his underwear in case the blade slipped, feeling a chill over his cock as it was exposed to the air and the last dregs of his clothing was removed, leaving him sat completely naked in his chair.

"Impeding garments removed" Drone HK-041 stated, breaking the long uncomfortable silence while the drones robotically collected up the shredded remains of Wyatt’s clothing and threw them into a hatch that opened in the wall.

"Raising ambient temperature” the drone continued, “Collective will provide replacement garments upon completion"

Wyatt shivered both in fear and frustration.

His face red from the anger and humiliation he felt from being unwillingly stripped but he felt a slight pang of gratitude as he felt the room suddenly warm to a comfortable level that his bare body no longer felt the cold, not that it improved the situation.

Finished with disposing of the waste, the drones returned to their position on either side of Wyatt’s chair.

"Prepare Unidentified Citizen for physical extraction " Drone HK-041 continued, "Prepare additional restraints"

The drones immediately turned and as one knelt down and carefully moved Wyatt's legs together, binding him by the ankles with a large cuff of rubber. One drone then stood and moved around to the opposite side of the chair, mirroring its twin, they each seized Wyatt's bound wrists, absorbing the cuff into their own forms.

Wyatt let slip a small smile when his wrists were freed from the armrests and he immediately began to struggle, trying to break the grip so he could reach his wheels and escape, but the drone held him tight and within moments it had pulled his arms together over his head and sealed them in a single cuff like his feet.

Then together, with the greatest of care, they lifted Wyatt bodily from the chair and began to move towards the table slab at the centre of the room.

“LET ME GO!” Wyatt yelled, flailing in their grip, beating himself against the drones, though his attempt only seemed to make dull thuds echo in the chamber and nothing else.

"I SAID LET ME GO!"

His words fell on deaf ears however as he was gently laid down on the table, wincing as his bare skin touched the hard, cold, metallic surface.

Lying flat he attempted one last trick to try and roll free off the table and hopefully crawl his way to freedom.

But Wyatt’s attempts to resist barely paused the drones in their ministrations.

Setting the naked man on the table, the drone at his wrists suddenly split them again, and with the same unrelenting strength, moved Wyatt's wrists to his sides and glued them to the metallic surface, the latex hardening as fast as flowed to bind him to the table.

Wyatt grimaced, expected his feet to be subjected to the same treatment, however he was astonished when the drones kept them elevated, carefully moving his legs up into a vertical sitting position, exposing his rear.

A dread chill suddenly flooded Wyatt.

"Wha...WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" he cried, trying to struggle but the drone at his feet held him fast as one of the other drones by the trolly suddenly turned, holding something long, black and conical.

"Prepare to insert internal probe" Drone HK-041 announced stepping aside as the drone approached with the phallic apparatus.

"Let me--oh--OH!" Wyatt's eyes bulged when he spotted the not-so-tiny, rubber device they planned to insert.

He quickly took in his own elevated legs and where they granted access too and his mouth fell open in horror as could guess exactly what his captors intended.

"Fuck me! Really?" he gasped, bracing himself and trying to clench his rectum as hard as possible to deny access as the drone reached the table and began to move the plug into position.

Squirming desperately as the cool, smooth head pressed against his clenched asshole, Wyatt willed himself to be steadfast, feeling the pressure already being applied as the tip began to breach his ring.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he cried as he was slowly stretched and filled, the cool rubber pushing into his warm insides as he squirmed, his arms jerking in defiance.

“Do not resist Citizen” Drone HK-041 commanded, “Applying additional pressure“

"Get this out of—AGGHHH!"

Wyatt's cried out in shock and anguish as, despite his best efforts, the cold rubber plug finally sunk into his ass, providing its own lubrication and allowing it press deeper, rubbing up against his prostate and causing his cock to give an involuntary throb as an unwilling blush crept into his cheeks.

"Probe installed" the drone announced, removing its hands from the installed object "Beginning calibration"

Wyatt's eyes bulged as he felt the device within him suddenly grow warm and give a long, sensual, pulsing throb.

An intense wave suddenly passed through his body, rippling up to the crown of his head.

"F...Fuck" he moaned, his cock beginning to swell as the pleasurable sensation pulsed again and again as the device in his ass fell into a rhythm.

The drones around him remained stationary, indifferent to the squirms, gasps and moans of their captive, remaining focused on their directive.

After the tenth pulse had died down, Wyatt felt the probe within him cool and become still.

He panted with relief, praying that the ordeal was complete and that it was the worst thing he would be subjected to.

"Calibration completed" Drone HK-041 declared, "Mapping completed"

There was a buzzing at this announcement and through his hazy mind, Wyatt saw the monitors on the wall flash into life and on one screen appeared a physical overlay of his body.

It was showing a live display of his organs and circulation systems including the large foreign object lodged in his rectum.

"Internal detailing complete” Drone HK-041 continued, “Beginning external scan and fluid analysis"

More sinister whirring followed, and Wyatt’s attention was drawn to the horrifying, spindly apparatus above him which jerkily stirred to life.

The long, spindly arms began to descend towards him while the drone holding his legs slowly lowered them and pressed the rubber cuff binding his ankles to the table,

---

Wyatt was trying to regain his composure, panting hard and squinting as series of laser lights shot down from one of the machines arms, running up and down his nude form.

“That must have been the external scan” he thought timidly, “at least it wasn't bad.”

However, another arm followed, and Wyatt’s apprehension returned as he stared at the large dome shaped, glass vial that made up its tip.

The drone at his feet released the cuff and moved around to the side of the table before reaching out and gently wrapping its shiny fingers around Wyatt’s throbbing cock, raising the shaft up so the tip was angled to allow the glass apparatus to slip onto it as it grew closer and closer.

“Fuck, NO!” Wyatt gasped again trying to struggle while the drone held his cock, occasionally giving it a gentle stroke to keep it hard.

The tool lowered and with a slick plop, engulfed Wyatt's hard cock.

Wyatt moaned and shivered as the tool slid down his length, the drone removing it’s hand once the connection had been made and the end had sealed around the base of his shaft.

The vial suddenly began to pulse, something within gliding up and down his cock, pleasuring him in tandem with the probe in his ass which grew warm again and began to pulse.

"Mpppphhhaaahhh!"

Wyatt let out a long, incoherent moan, trying to move his arms against his tight bonds, only this time he wanted to reach his cock to further this pleasure rather than hinder it.

The pulses in his groin and ass were rhythmic and in perfect sync, the restraints keeping Wyatt from assisting in their clear goal of milking his cock were causing him nothing but frustration as he twitched and moaned in unwarranted ecstasy, pre spilling from his tip into the vial.

"Partial Pacification achieved" Drone HK-041 stated, "Commencing fluid extraction"

Lost in the unwanted bliss, Wyatt barely noticed other spindly tendrils descending down from the device, snaking across his body like vipers.

One quicky flipped into his open mouth, moving swiftly along his tongue as he moaned, taking a fresh saliva sample while another moved to his arm, a small needle jetting into his skin and beginning to extract a rich blood sample which filled a small glass canister on top.

"Saliva and Blood Sample Attained" the drone at Wyatt’s side continued, "Increasing intensity for seminal fluid sample"

The pumping apparatus on Wyatt's cock and the probe in his ass suddenly increased in intensity, breaking Wyatt's barriers and forcing him ever closer towards his inevitable orgasm.

He almost ignored and quickly forgot the other samples once they were taken, his focus all on his throbbing cock which was spilling pre into the vial.

He bucked his hips, doing his best to thrust into the apparatus, desperate for release.

His cock was rock hard and throbbed with need.

His ass burned with pleasure as his prostate was rocked.

Wyatt couldn't have resisted any longer if he had wanted to as he felt his balls tighten just before he came.

“FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” he cried out as he relished the feeling of the orgasm rushing through him.

His cock creating a veritable explosion of cum in the vial as he thrust over and over, the vile becoming opaque from the sheer volume it was milking.

After he had thrust half a dozen times, Wyatt slowly began to relax

Though his cock stayed hard, Wyatt was spent.

Letting himself collapse and rest against the cool metal table, his heart beginning to slow for the first time out of exhaustion and he couldn't even consider fighting against his bounds at that moment, reluctantly enjoying the warm afterglow.

"T….There” he panted, slowly coming back to himself after a short time, “You got your samples. Happy?"

Drone HK-041 merely stood over him, his symbol blazing a little brighter now the samples had been collected.

"Seminal fluid sample attained" the drone announced, "Commencing Sample and Scan Analysis"

Wyatt laid there panting as the other drones stepped away, moving towards the monitors while he tried not to moan as the vialled apparatus removed itself from his cock and whizzed back up to the device on the ceiling.

Another strange whirring noise began to echo around him, and the monitors all showed streams of data that moved so fast that he couldn’t see what they were saying.

After what seemed like an age, Drone HK-041 suddenly turned, its blank, featureless "face" staring at Wyatt.

"Analysis complete....Error....Foreign substances detected….no match to existing drone materials” the drone announced coldly, the blue symbol shining brightly, “Searching databases for match.....Error....no match detected....substances do not match any known materials, elements or composites....Query filed”

"I told you, or I meant to” Wyatt protested angrily, staring up at his captor, “The drones that wanted me were from far away. You wouldn't recognize them or what they used!"

The drone’s ignored his protest and continued with their analysis.

“Unknown internal technology detected” the drone stated, zooming into something on the screen, “Purpose unknown….Query….Determine purpose of device”

Drone HK-041 turned and marched closer to the table, Wyatt staring defiantly into its face before it suddenly jabbed a finger into a point on Wyatt's upper arm.

"Unidentified Citizen....explain purpose of embedded unknown technology at this location....analysis shows it is not related to existing disability...Clarification required"

Wyatt’s blood ran cold when the drone pointed into his arm.

It was the exact location of his emergency exit.

The microchip teleporter he'd implanted for automatic returns in case he was otherwise occupied.

Like he was now.

"I…It's a personal creation...f…for safety reasons..." he stammered in response, his mind racing quickly to figure out how to explain it without raising any alarms.

“It doesn't use any of the other drones' technology, if that's what you're asking” he continued quickly, desperate to buy more thinking time, “It's just to help me find my way back home when I travel. Like I am now."

He was practically sweating bullets hoping that the explanation would suffice.

Drone HK-041 was silent, a strange whirring again echoing around the room and its naval light was flickering madly.

"Signal detection....Negative” Drone HK-041 announced, “Technology Archive Analysis....Negative....Private Research Analysis....Negative....Military Technology Records....Negative”

The naval light stopped flickering, and the drone stood a little straighter.

“Conclusion....Alien Device Detected!"

The response to this statement unnerved Wyatt from where he lay.

Every drone suddenly moved as one, one heading to the trolley while the others moved to the door and stood in a line, barricading the exit.

Wyatt felt panic beginning to rise again in his chest.

"I just told you, it's a personal project I created!” he yelled, desperate to dissuade the drones from investigating further, “I haven't registered it with any governments or organizations and it's not public. It's not alien!”

This was technically both the truth and a lie, but in his desperation, Wyatt was willing to use any tactic to gain the advantage.

Drone HK-041 had remained where it stood, “staring” down at Wyatt who was sensing the increasing negative change to the atmosphere around him.

"Unidentified Citizen....Analysis shows too many unknown variables for coincidence...Running DNA Samples against Citizen Register....Confirming Identity..."

Wyatt’s heartrate picked up again.

If they were comparing his DNA against a full register, he would be immediately exposed and subjected to further interrogation.

“No!” he thought, gritting his teeth and shaking his head, “Think Positively!...There….There may be my counterpart in this universe, one who shares my DNA and they can mistake me for them!”

Wyatt clung to the idea as though it was his last lifeline.

It was possible for a counterpart to exist, not that it had happened in previous encounters.

Then again, in his previous encounters, the drones were more aggressive to the point where this kind of symbiosis between man and drone wasn't even possible.

Realistically however, he knew that the chances of a counterpart existing were slim to none.

“I'm traveling!” he yelled out wildly, straining pointlessly against his bonds again, “I won't be in your database for here, nor do I see why this matters when you got your samples."

That had been his last hope, he had given them what they wanted.

Surely that meant the arrangement was complete.

The drones remained silent, the whirring continuing menacingly, adding to Wyatt’s mounting suspense.

Suddenly the whirring fell silent and Drone HK-041’s symbol blazed brightly again.

"Error...Error.....Cannot identify citizen” the drone declared, “Connecting to multi continental register......Scanning.....Error....Error....DNA does not match any known citizen in World Registry....Reassigning Designation.....Unidentified Intruder"

The drones all stiffened and the air around the room became tense, Wyatt felt his heart catch in his throat.

---

"H…How am I an intruder when you forcibly brought me in here against my will!" he spluttered, straining harder than ever against his bonds, “Our agreement is complete, let me go!”

"Prepare Unidentified Intruder for mental scan" Drone HK-041 announced and Wyatt bitterly remembered the other sample to be taken, "Extract foreign technology for immediate analysis"

One of the guard drones suddenly moved to its fellow at the trolley and for a moment they worked, opening draws and retrieving items Wyatt couldn't see. Then the two drones turned, one was holding what looked like a pair of black headphones, the other a strange pistol shaped apparatus with a tapered tip and a glass cylinder.

They moved as one, moving around the table as HK-041 stepped aside.

The one holding the strange glass tipped instrument moved to Wyatt’s side and placed the tip of the device onto Wyatts arm.

Directly over the emergency exit.

Realising what was about to happen, Wyatt felt as though his insides had turned to ice.

"NO!” he screamed, “You have to leave that in! It's important! PLEASE!"

"Commencing Extraction" the drone holding the apparatus declared, lowering the tip to his skin. There was a beep and Wyatt felt his skin under the device contract, wincing in fear and horror and expecting to feel pain, he felt a strange suction before there was a tinkling noise and he looked around, staring at the small silver chip rattling around in the attached glass tube.

“No…” He whimpered pitifully, tears beginning to form in his eyes at the sight of the small chip that was his only means of escape.

His attention diverted, Wyatt didn't even realise the other drone reaching his head and slowly lowering the strange headphone device over his ears.

"Commencing Mental Scan on Unidentified Intruder" HK-041 declared and Wyatt gasped a as a single, long piercing note suddenly sounded in both ears.

It was like his brain had suddenly gone into overdrive.

Wyatt’s mind was racing, faster than he ever thought it could, and he found he couldn't stop thinking.

Every memory, every bit of knowledge he had ever learned seemed to be pulled to the front of his mind and each fragment seemed to be jockeying for position in his head.

Even memories he had forgotten bubbled up, flashing into his mind’s eye and then vanishing again like a crude, unedited documentary of his life.

The intense mental barrage was making head feel like a thick, violent sea.

"Running layered analysis....Determining Identity!” Drone HK-041 stated, resuming its place at the side of the table, watching the man’s mouth droop open and his eyes fluttering madly under the mental analysis.

“Identity Confirmed....Wyatt Killian-Schmidt....Reassigning Designation....Intruder Wyatt....Scanning....."

Wyatt shuddered, his eyes more unfocused than when he had been sedated, memories from across his entire life continuing to spin across his vision like a picture wheel, different scenes flashing up and vanishing in an instant.

"Assessing Knowledge Base” the drone continued, “Confirmed.....Intruder Wyatt possesses advanced knowledge of Experimental Physics.....Specialist Field....Existence of Parallel Universes and Phenomena....Assessing Quality....Collective designates knowledge to be beneficial to development and expansion.....Cross referencing new data with retrieved data.....Substances confirmed....Blood Analysis identifies traces of substance Llatex....Memory data identifies unique assimilation protocol....External scan identifies substance Bio-Fabric on epidermis....Seminal Fluid Analysis identifies traces of substance Smart Rubber.....assessing Memory Data"

Wyatt laid there, trapped in his own memories but still hearing everything the drones announced, and his heart clenched.

He suddenly realised he was giving the drone unique and terrible technology from all of his worst experiences with drones.

Information that could throw the human-drone balance of this universe into chaos.

Suddenly the note in his ears faded and his mind slowly became clearer as his memories sank back into the rear of his mind and he found himself staring up at the featureless "face" of Drone HK-041.

"Mental Scan complete” Drone HK-041 announced, “Intruder Wyatt identified as Planar Traveller from unidentified universe....Intruder Wyatt's knowledge has been assessed and accepted as essential to the expansion and development of the Tri Collective"

Wyatt stared back at the drone, the dread in him rising again as he predicted the line of logic the drones were taking

"Review of International Law regarding dronification does not apply to planar travellers” Drone HK-041 continued, “Intruder Wyatt is physically disabled....Intruder Wyatt can be restored inside the Collective....Conclusion...Intruder Wyatt is to be assimilated"

Wyatt blinked as he tried to ground himself, his mind still reeling from having all his memories violently brought up.

"T..That seems like a logical leap there” he gasped, fury now rising alongside the fear, “You could ask me if I want to be “restored””

His voice suddenly rose to a yell.

“WELL I DON’T!” he bellowed, “You have all the knowledge you wanted and more, just let me go and do whatever you want with the information. I'll leave you alone to get on with it!"

In retrospect, Wyatt believed he should have created some kind of protocol against upsetting the universal balance, but he had never considered his own interference to be a major factor.

He was an explorer, all he wanted to do was see and hear, not become the nexus that would be the turning point in a universe’s history.

And even if he had created a protocol, what was he supposed to have done?

Raise an army for each time he visited a new reality?

Tears were streaming down his face in his fury.

All he was trying to do was make it back home and never come back here or any other drone world ever again.

"And again!” he reaffirmed, “I can't be an intruder when I was brought in against my will."

He knew he was begging now, and he expected it to all fall on deaf ears, but it was all he could do now that the inevitable had been suggested.

And despite his defiant display, deep down in the sinking pits of his stomach and heart he knew he wasn't getting back home.

His failsafe was gone.

He was trapped with no way out and no support.

He was completely at the mercy of the Collective.

Drone HK-041 remained staring at the bound man, showing no emotion or pity at his plight.

"Request denied” the drone replied simply, breaking the tension that held the room, “Intruder Wyatt is an uninvited, undocumented visitor to this universe...Primary directive of the Tri Collective is to protect this world and its citizens from any and all external threats...Intruder Wyatt contains knowledge that is harmful to this world”

The drone leaned in so it’s flat, featureless face was inches from Wyatt’s own, his breath misting the shiny rubber.

“Intruder Wyatt's physical and mental knowledge will be assimilated to create required countermeasures for future occurrences” Drone HK-041 continued, “Assimilation will correct Intruder Wyatt's physical disabilities...both the Collective and Intruder Wyatt will benefit from Assimilation....New Directive enacted...Assimilate Intruder Wyatt into Tri Collective...Beginning Assimilation Protocol!"

The drones again moved as one, taking up new positions in the chamber while Wyatt began to thrash on the table as Drone HK-041 straightened, fighting as hard as he could against the rubber restraining him,

"I don't benefit!” he yelled desperately, “That's ablest and ignores the fact that I'll lose my entire identity and never get to see anyone I know or love ever again!”

The room around him was coming to life, new noises and actions drowning out his protests.

Monitors were sparking to life and displaying strange symbols and formulas that he neither recognised nor understood.

“You saw my mind, you know I'm not a threat” Wyatt begged, feeling his hope slipping away with every word, “I don't have any weapons or an army or anything. Fucking hell, you probably saw I intend to stay damn far away from here and any universe with drones."

The doors to the chamber hissed opened and more drones began to bring in new carts filled with strange implements, lining them up before turning and leaving.

The actions were extinguishing Wyatt’s last dregs of resistance, all he could do was pray for some sort of miracle or divine intervention even as the gaping pit inside him knew it was pointless.

The formally sterile chamber was now alive with movement, two of the drones moved the newly arrived flat carts, organising strange, jet back objects that Wyatt could not see as he struggled.

Drone HK-041 remained next to him waiting for the other drones to complete their directives, but their captive’s words seemed to cause it to process something, the blue symbol at its navel flickering again.

"Assimilation progression...0%...Reassigning designation....Convert Wyatt” Drone HK-041 declared, making Wyatt suddenly feel sick. “Convert’s identity will be one with the collective…it will be all and share all with all the collective...individuality is inefficient and sub optimal to progression"

The whirring noise suddenly returned and faded, leaving the room oddly silent as the drone finished their preparations.

Drone HK-041 moved closer to the table.

"Clarification requested....Convert Wyatt...Mental and Internal Scans identify DNA Traces of one Chase Killian-Schmidt...individual is life partner of Convert Wyatt...logical conclusion is upon inability of Convert Wyatt to return to primary universe…individual will come in search of Convert Wyatt...Confirm if this conclusion is likely?"

“FUCK YOU!” Wyatt yelled before spitting in disgust at the drone.

He had tried to be amicable, and it got him restrained to a table and about to be converted.

"You've got a copy my mind” he snarled, “Why don't you tell me? You can bite me if you think I'll answer you."

But the drone had raised a good question, Wyatt hadn't even considered Chase coming after him when he didn't return.

“Fuck, he probably would” he thought fearfully, imagining Chase waiting for him and not returning even after his failsafe was meant to trigger.

Since Wyatt always told him where he was going, even leaving detailed coordinates, not only that but he had left the gate open because this was supposed to be a quick trip.

Chase had everything he needed to follow him through, and his stomach clenched at his inability to warn him.

The spittle struck the drone's chest and dribbled slowly down the shiny, muscled rubber, yet the drone paid no mind to the act of defiance.

"Assessing response of Convert Wyatt” Drone HK-041 replied mechanically, “Processing.....Confirmed...Likelihood of designated individual Traveller Chase arriving in this universe....98%....Estimated Time of arrival....Between Three to Five cycles....transmitting image"

Wyatt winced as the headphone device over his ears beeped and rang again with a long, piercing note. Suddenly flashing across his mind were images of Chase cast directly from his own memories.

The images were there for a mere moment before fading with the note and when his mind settled he could sense an unnatural gold glow around the room as all the drone's navels lit up simultaneously and then as one they all spoke as one with a cold voice that echoed through the entire facility.

"NEW PRIMARY COLLECTIVE DIRECTIVE RECIEVED....OBSERVE FOR APPEARANCE OF TRAVELLER CHASE....TRAVELLER CHASE IS TO BE BOUGHT TO COLLECTIVE FOR ASSIMILATION"

Wyatt felt his blood freeze and his heart almost stop in horror at the statement as Drone HK-041 "looked" back down at him.

"Convert Wyatt demonstrated fear at the loss of people it knew” the drone stated, “Convert Wyatt will be reunited with Traveller Chase...together for eternity....within the Collective!"

Before Wyatt could respond, the drone turned and made its way towards the prepared carts. "Commencing Assimilation of Convert Wyatt"

"FUCK YOU!” Wyatt yelled again at the drone’s retreating back, “That's not reuniting us, and you know it! Not when you've turned both of us into rubber copies of you, there'll be nothing left of us to be reunited!"

He tried to steel himself against his inevitable fate but knowing Chase was probably coming after him and that these drones were planning to convert him too made his heart feel like it was in an icy vice.

He just had to hope Chase came prepared to defend himself if and when he did come.

"Please, just let me go” he begged, trying to turn his head to see what exactly the drones were doing “You have all my knowledge, and you know I plan to stay damn well far away from this universe."

He could see Drone HK-041 bent over the trolly with one of its counterparts before they both rose and turned, revealing each to be holding what appeared to be a jet black, rubber sock.

The two drones returned to the table, standing at the lower end.

"Remove restraint for access" Drone HK-041 commanded.

One of the other drones approached and Wyatt watched apprehensively as it reached out and gripped the latex cuff holding his ankles.

The moment it made contact the latex turned from solid to liquid and was absorbed into the drone's form, releasing his feet and allowing the drone to easily reposition his legs so both feet faced one of the drones holding the socks.

Wyatt gulped as the drone stepped back and allowed the sock wielding drones to step forwards, knowing that it was about to begin, he braced himself.

"Reassigning Probe function” Drone HK-041 stated, stepping right up to the table, “Internal Probe assigned Assimilation Protocol....Commencing internal assimilation"

Wyatt gasped, the plug in his ass suddenly began to grow warm and beginning to slowly pulse again.

He squirmed, gritting his teeth in anticipation of the same pacifying waves as before.

But they never came.

With every pulse he felt strangely full, something similar to his amorous activities with Chase, it was as though the probe was cumming inside him.

He could have enjoyed it, really enjoyed it.

But Wyatt knew where he was and what it was, as well as what the drone had said.

Panting and trying to stifle a moan, his eyes fell on the internal scan monitor, watching the organs around the probe beginning to turn black.

“Fuck…Fight it” he thought resiliently, realising what the plug was doing and desperately attempting to flex his ass, trying with all his might to force the plug out.

The plugs pulse began to increase, Wyatt’s struggle only seeming to milk the probe more.

He had to remind himself that this wasn't something to enjoy, his cock beginning to grow hard again while he started to feel full in the guts, letting out a moan as whatever was being pumped into him consumed his prostate.

Trying to anchor his thoughts, he cast around for a distraction and his eyes fell on the drones at his feet, gripping his ankles and beginning to slide the rubber socks onto his feet.

He would have flailed and kicked his legs away if he could, but with his arms still restrained there was nothing he could do to impede their progress.

The moment the drones finished their task, they lowered his feet to the table and stepped back.

The rubber socks immediately rippled like liquid, flowing between his toes until they were clearly outlined, it was as though his feet had been painted black.

The continued pulsing of the probe in is ass was distracting Wyatt from everything else however and he bucked his hips, his expression one of mixed pleasure and anger.

"Disability of Convert Wyatt is confined to the spine and limbs below waist” Drone HK-041 assessed, “Focussing protocol to ensure muscular equilibrium"

A whirring from above cut though Wyatt’s lustful haze, the bound man watched as a new arm descended with two clamps upon it, spiralling slowly down towards him.

Or more specifically, towards his groin and his now unwilling hard cock.

Before Wyatt could protest, the device snapped forwards and gently wrapped one clamp around the base of his shaft and the other around the tip.

"Assimilation Progress....3%....Circulatory system access attained” Drone HK-041 continued, stepping back around to the side of the table, “Commencing flow"

The clamp at the tip of Wyatt’s cock suddenly began to excrete a strange clear lube that began to trickle down his shaft, causing the skin of his cock to become hypersensitive and coaxing a loud gasp of lust from Wyatt.

The clamp at the base then began to gently vibrate before slowly beginning to rise up and down his lubed shaft.

Wyatt panted, his heart racing a mile a minute from the pleasure and the anxiety of the situation and suddenly he realised what the drones had meant in their last statement.

Starting from his abdomen and quickly spreading up his body, Wyatt could see the shallow veins and arteries under his skin become visible as they turned from red and blue slowly to an inky black, skin around them beginning to grey.

Wyatt tried to ignore the pleasure, realising that his increased heartrate was only pumping this poison faster around his body. He attempted to focus on what was being done to him and anything he could do to fight and escape or at least resist and to calm himself.

He could tell his from his veins turning visible and black his blood was being converted.

A bad sign from previous encounters.

But he realised that his willpower was now failing fast to the pleasurable sensations racking his body. Panting with need and bucking his hips to compliment the machine jerking him off.

“Please…please…”

The whimper was all that got out before he caught himself, trying to maintain some kind of resistance.

His body was getting desperate for release given he was getting pleasured from both ends now.

The black veins rose further up the more Wyatt gave into the pleasurable sensations, the image on the monitors now showing that everything internal below his lungs was now black.

As the black veins pulsed in his neck Wyatt then began to feel a thickness in his head and realised the rubber was flowing into his brain, a light fogginess coming to his thoughts while the remaining tan in his skin faded fully to a cold light grey.

"Assimilation Progress...8%...Circulation Assimilation complete” Drone HK-041 announced, “Establishing brain connection...linking operations through converted circulatory system....Testing Reflex"

The realization of his mind being intruded on snapped Wyatt out of his lust. Though his body still tried to find the release it so desperately needed.

“Get OUT of my head!” Wyatt bellowed, both in fury and in desperation. “You won’t take that, I won’t let you take my mind. It’s the one thing I’ve always had!”

As he yelled, Wyatt felt a strange pulse ripple through his body before he suddenly felt something alien.

It was the most peculiar sensation considering their seemed to be a void in the sensation between muscles, but he knew what he felt, and he could barely believe it.

He felt his toes flex.

Wyatt’s eyes went wide, and his protestations faded for a moment.

His attention drawn to the new sensation in his toes as he propped himself up as best he could to stare and watch the shiny black digits wiggling to his command.

Wyatt was both amazed and horrified by the discovery, but it gave him fresh hope as he tried to gain more control over them, realising that he could also flex his feet for the first time in his memory.

Quickly working up the ability to move more, Wyatt took the first chance he could to try and swing himself off the table or kick at the drone.

Anything that would help him escape.

But his legs would not obey his command, laying there as they aways had and his feet just rocked and flexed as they were.

"Test Successful...Collecting additional implants"

Drone HK-041 turned back to the carts and accompanied two other drones as they retrieved what looked like long slivers of black rubber.

Returning to the table, the drones began to lay the slivers over Wyatt’s legs, pressing them hard onto his grey skin.

Like the socks, the slivers began to ripple before they seemed to bond to Wyatt’s flesh, and this was accompanied by the same strange sensations.

A prickle, then for the first time a feeling, like jigsaw pieces being fit together, growing more complete and yet not completely whole.

Wyatt quickly realised that he was beginning to feel his legs for the first time and the more the drones laid upon him, the more he could feel them getting stronger.

It was as though they were replacing the muscle he had never been able to form on them, the rubber almost acting as a prosthesis.

"Assimilation Progress...12%...Lower Limb implants attached” Drone HK-041 announced as the last sliver was attached, “Required musculature attained....completing internal conversion"

The pleasure within Wyatt suddenly grew to a fever pitch, the clamp on his grey cock speeding up as his balls suddenly began to throb, feeling suddenly heavy.

"FUUUUCK!" Wyatt cried, bucked his hips and closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm rising and the two clamps suddenly released his cock, lashing back to the device on the ceiling as his cock finally erupted.

But it was not with the familiar milky white cum, but a silky black stream of thick, liquid rubber.

The stream didn't shoot high either, but instead oozed like a volcano spewing lava, pouring down over his shaft, his balls and over his groin and abs.

Wyatt laid in the partial afterglow, the euphoric sensation of his cock suddenly beginning to fade as his groin seemed to grow numb.

He looked down and his mouth fell open as he realised his cock and balls were now gone, contained within a featureless bulge between his legs.

Feeling a surge of anger and frustration, Wyatt tried to kick the drone with his new use of his legs, but his control was still weak, the slivers only giving partial control and his legs just jerked on the table.

“You probably feel all good about fixing the poor, disabled man” Wyatt snarled angrily up at the featureless face of Drone HK-041, “But Fuck That! I’d give it all up in a heartbeat to stay human and not one of you.”

But even as he yelled, he had to admit that deep in his mind, he hoped he could escape with both his humanity and new use of his legs.

"Correcting Convert Wyatt limbs is required for its optimal efficiency in the collective" Drone HK-041 replied coldly, "Realigning table"

There was a gentle hiss and Wyatt felt the surface below him jolt as the table began to rotate to position, shifting him into a vertical stance yet still bound by his wrists.

The base of the table slowly slid away and Wyatt felt the sensation of his feet standing on the floor and he suddenly had a clear view of the screens around him, all showing the progress of his assimilation but his gaze was drawn to wall directly opposite him, the metal plating almost acting like a mirror that revealed to him just how far these rubber monsters had warped him of his humanity.

Wyatt saw that every inch of flesh on his body was now stone grey, the only contrast being his hair, eyes and the inky black threads of his veins running up and down his body.

From the waist down he appeared to be wearing a pair of black latex underpants and socks with strange black muscles mingled with the grey on his legs.

Horrified, Wyatt turned his head slowly towards the screens and gasped at the display.

Despite not feeling any internal change, he saw that the only remaining organ inside his body that wasn't completely black, was his brain.

It made Wyatt sick to the stomach to see how much of his insides were already converted, or it would have if he still had a stomach.

"Assimilation progress...25%...Internal Conversion 95%” Drone HK-041 declared, bringing Wyatt out of his reverie, “Beginning external secretion from lower body"

Wyatt suddenly felt a strange tensing in his feet and looking down, he watched as the rubber on his ankles suddenly began to slowly rise, as though the rubber was stretching, but was in fact pushing out through his skin from his converted muscles, slowly rising and beginning to bind with his fused implants.

“Correcting, don’t I get a say in this?” Wyatt cried, trying not to watch the rubber creeping higher up his shins, “It’s my body and I’d prefer it to stay the way it was. Rubber free, you ablest fucks!”

He struggled again against his bonds, the cuffs on his wrists remained unyielding. Wyatt was partially thankful for this as he would have likely swayed and fallen without the restraints support but the urge to escape was overwhelming his fear of self-injury.

The sensation of near enough standing revealing to Wyatt just how much his balance was not calibrated for this, having spent most of his life with some kind of mobility aid.

There was a consistent worry that he would suddenly crumple any moment when his legs failed.

“Let it happen” he thought defiantly, wishing that his legs would fail in spite of the increasing sensations he felt, “let them reject me and maybe they’ll let me go”

The rubber continued to rise over Wyatt’s calves and up to his knees, the more it rose, the more Wyatt was able to feel as the void narrowed. The weight of the rubber combined with the new feelings was giving Wyatt a new sense of stability and his renewed hope of his body failing was quickly dashed.

"Convert Wyatt will have no say in its operation" Drone HK-041 replied, "It is a unit of the Tri Collective, it will obey"

The drone walked forwards and gripped one of the hanging monitors pulling it closer, it moved as though it was on a robotic arm until it was directly before Wyatt’s face.

"Assimilation Progress....45%....Commencing Mental Programming and Connection"

The screen before him suddenly lit up brightly, shining with the symbol of the Tri Collective, the sectioned triangle blaring brightly before the pieces began breaking apart, spiralling and reforming.

Slightly bewildered, a sharp note in his ears told Wyatt that the headphones had also restarted.

Strange beeps and whirrs began to pass through Wyatts brain and although he couldn't make sense at first, his brain gave a frightening throb as the rubber converted more of his last organ and the words suddenly became distinctly clear to him.

"IT IS A DRONE....IT IS A UNIT OF THE TRI COLLECTIVE....ALL FOR THE TRI COLLECTIVE....OBEY....OBEY....OBEY"

Dread flooded Wyatt as he recognised the hypnotic spiral and mantra from previous mind altering experiences and he quickly renewed his efforts to try and break free, adamantly looking anywhere but at the screens before him.

“I’LL OBEY YOU WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER!” Wyatt bellowed at the top of his voice, “YOU CAN TAKE YOUR TRI COLLECTIVE AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR FUCKING RUBBER ASS!”

Wyatt closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to drown out the mantra repeating in his ears.

He hurled every insult he could at the drone while he continued to struggle against his bindings, desperate to break free now that his mind was being directly assaulted.

"IT IS A DRONE....IT IS A UNIT OF THE TRI COLLECTIVE....ALL FOR THE TRI COLLECTIVE....OBEY....OBEY....OBEY"

The mantra repeated over and over in Wyatt's head.

Droning on despite his vocal outbursts and his efforts not to stare at the hypnotic symbol spiralling before him.

With every spin of the symbol and recitation in his head, he felt his barriers breaking, as though something inside him was draining away and a new desire was growing as the mantra blazed on.

"Assimilation Progress....55%....Mental resistance detected"

On his body meanwhile, the rubber had connected to his converted groin, leaving everything below his waist completely converted, his legs and feet now muscular, black and shiny.

Wyatt clenched his fingers into fists, straining against the bindings that still held him tight, trying with any semblance of his humanity to break free and escape.

“Help me” he though desperately, “Someone….anyone!”

A sudden tightness at his wrists made him look down and he watched as the rubber cuffs began to ripple and deform, snaking around his wrists.

Resonating with his conversion, the cuffs were now beginning to bind to him, flowing up his wrist to begin to coat his hands like gloves.

"IT IS A DRONE....IT IS A UNIT OF THE TRI COLLECTIVE....ALL FOR THE TRI COLLECTIVE....OBEY....OBEY....OBEY"

“It—I don’t want to be a drone! Doesn’t that count for anything?” Wyatt shuddered, having to correct himself only added to his terror that whatever the drones were doing him was working.

He could feel himself losing the battle and the reality that it was only a matter of time made it feel physically weak.

It had tried to be careful and to take precautions, but it had fallen short and now it was helpless despite anything it could do.

It had even slipped back into using it.

“FUCK! IT’S WYATT!” He screamed, desperate to remind himself who he was. “It is a He!…It’s a he, not an it….You can’t take this from it!”

Wyatt's head lolled as he cried, realising that his gaze was beginning to linger more and more on the symbol before him.

The more he watched it, the more he realised it was pulsing in time with the mantra assaulting his mind.

"IT IS A DRONE....IT IS A UNIT OF THE TRI COLLECTIVE....ALL FOR THE TRI COLLECTIVE....OBEY....OBEY....OBEY"

The rubber continued to flow, moving up its abdomen, enhancing the muscles beneath so they appeared sharp and defined.

The cuffs around Wyatt's wrists melted away completely as they finished converting its hands, the shiny black fingers clenching and squeaking while the rubber began to move up its arms.

"Assimilation Progress...70%....Restraints removed” Drone HK-041 assessed, “Mental Resistance degrading....Resuming Mental Programming"

"IT IS A DRONE....IT IS A UNIT OF THE TRI COLLECTIVE....ALL FOR THE TRI COLLECTIVE....OBEY....OBEY....OBEY"

“It isn’t a drone! Stop saying that!” Wyatt yelled, its released hands shooting up to grip its head. “It isn’t part of you, it doesn’t have to obey!”

Convert Wyatt stumbled forwards now it had been inadvertently freed from its restraints.

It clawed at the device on its ears, trying to tear away the source of the mantra but its acts were in vain as the device seemed to have sealed itself over its ears, fused to its flesh.

The symbol too now pulsed in its mind with the words even when it shut its eyes, spinning and spiralling constantly so it was all it could think about.

The sensation of its fingers on its face suddenly made it stare at its hands.

Convert Wyatt realised it was free.

Using any sense of self it had left, Convert Wyatt tried to run.

Taking its first ever steps and suddenly realising how slow and cumbersome its legs were, feeling so heavy and alien as it staggered towards the door.

It was almost as if its legs were fighting what it was telling them to do.

“It has to…has to…”

The fog in Convert Wyatt’s head was growing thicker, its thoughts becoming disjointed and unclear as the symbol spiralled at the front of its mind.

Its fellow drones didn't attempt to stop the Convert running, they remained at their posts, only Drone HK-041 seemed to notice Convert Wyatt was attempting escape, its head turning to watch the drone stumble away, but it did not move to intercept.

"Convert Wyatt....What must it do?" Drone HK-041 asked, watching the rubber move over the skin of Convert Wyatt's back to reach the base of its neck.

"IT IS A DRONE....IT IS A UNIT OF THE TRI COLLECTIVE....ALL FOR THE TRI COLLECTIVE....OBEY....OBEY....OBEY"

Convert Wyatt’s lips were mouthing silently in time with the mantra as it approached the door, watching it hiss open, revealing the coldly lit and now silent corridor beyond.

"Assimilation progress....85%” Drone HK-041 announced, moving over to one of the trollies and picking up a long, thin, black instrument “Commencing Mental Purge....Finalising Programming"

Every step Convert Wyatt took seemed harder than the last.

The door, the exit, was closer than ever.

Its liberty was almost within its reach, but it also felt miles away as each step closer to the door the felt like scaling a mountain.

Convert Wyatt’s mind reacted to the question Drone HK-041 posed and it paused mid step, its eyes blankly staring ahead.

Drone HK-041 spoke for the collective…Convert Wyatt needed to obey.

“It has to get…to go…”

The idea of what it was doing seemed just out of reach.

Convert Wyatt knew in abstract what it needed but it couldn’t articulate it.

It continued to step slowly towards the door.

“It has…orders out there?”

The statement was indirect, unsure.

The more Convert Wyatt tried to grasp its reason for leaving the more distant it seemed with every second that passed.

“It has a destination…an individual it has to report to?”

Convert Wyatt put its hand on the doorframe, looking as though it had walked a great distance without rest.

It was confused.

“Does it need to leave....escape?”

The thought seemed to vanish as the mantra blurted again into his mind and the symbol now flashed before his open eyes.

"IT IS A DRONE....IT IS A UNIT OF THE TRI COLLECTIVE....ALL FOR THE TRI COLLECTIVE....OBEY....OBEY....OBEY"

“It needs....a directive”

Convert Wyatt was completely rubber from the neck down, the black substance beginning to rise up its neck.

Slipping under its chin and up around the sides of its head but leaving its face free.

It moved over its ears, merging with the headphone device, ensuring the mantra would never stop.

Convert Wyatt's hair was falling away from its scalp as the rubber pushed up and over the top of its head, its eyes now blank and its face expressionless as it rose and stood straight and rigid in the doorway.

"IT IS A DRONE....IT IS A UNIT OF THE TRI COLLECTIVE....ALL FOR THE TRI COLLECTIVE....OBEY....OBEY....OBEY"

“I…It is a done” Wyatt gasped, “I…it is a unit of…of the Tri Collective…obey”

It knew it was on the brink.

Deep down it could sense a voice, the voice of Wyatt, its imperfect self.

The voice was begging with the last dregs of defiance to run, to escape, to reverse what had been done to it.

But the Collective had made it better.

Improved and perfected it.

Why would it want to go back?

"IT IS A DRONE....IT IS A UNIT OF THE TRI COLLECTIVE....ALL FOR THE TRI COLLECTIVE....OBEY....OBEY....OBEY"

“It is a Drone!” Convert Wyatt stated, loudly and clearly, “It is a unit of the Tri Collective, It will Obey!”

The announcement was the trigger that affirmed Convert Wyatt of what it was and a sudden pricking sensation in the back of its head told it that the last of its imperfect existence was fizzling away.

“No…….pl….se……..h…..p…..….Ch..se………..”

The voice was gone.

Deleted permanently.

Convert Wyatt did not register the loss, the data was unimportant.

Remaining at the door, Convert Wyatt stood at attention, the rubber slowly creeping across the last of its human skin.

It did not have an order, destination, nor a directive.

It had no reason to go anywhere, so it didn’t move.

“Convert Wyatt has no current directive” Convert Wyatt declared as the rubber reached its bottom lip, “It will remain in position until it receives a directive. It is a drone of the Tri Collective, it will obey!”

"Assimilation Progress....95%....Mental Purge Complete” Drone HK-041 declared, “Convert Wyatt will return to Drone HK-041 for completion and designation"

Convert Wyatt immediately turned on the spot, the rubber moving up and over its mouth as it walked back into the chamber, the door and any notion of escape, hissing closed behind it.

Drone HK-041 was standing holding a long thin tool that was reminiscent of a branding iron.

Convert Wyatt could no longer speak, not that it needed to, it merely moved forwards, the rubber rising higher with each step.

Its nose was consumed buy the rubber and melted away, flattened as the featureless "face" of the new drone was almost complete, save for the blank staring eyes that saw nothing but the spiralling symbol of the Tri Collective.

Convert Wyatt stopped in front of Drone HK-041, silently awaiting its final completion.

Drone HK-041 raised the brand till it was level with Convert Wyatt's navel.

"Commencing Collective Uplink" Drone HK-041 announced before gently pressing the brand to Convert Wyatt's naval.

In that moment, Convert Wyatt’s mental centre was hit by an immense surge of information as it was connected to full network of the Tri Collective.

It suddenly knew the location and directive of all nearby units...it knew Primary Collective Directives...but none applied to it at that moment.

Convert Wyatt was finally affirmed of its place.

It was a Drone!

It was a Unit of the Tri Collective!

It would Obey!

The rubber consumed the blank human eyes and with a swirl, it solidified into the featureless face of a completed drone.

The being that once had been Wyatt Killian-Schmidt now stood as a fully converted drone, Drone HK-041 removing the branding iron from the new drone’s navel, revealing the brightly glowing, golden symbol of the Collective.

"Assimilation Complete!” Drone HK-041 announced, “Reassigning Designation....Complete.....Drone WYT-3-9720-95 is now a unit of the Tri collective"

The drone shivered and the symbol at its navel shining brighter as the new designation became the drone’s new identity.

“Drone WYT-3-9720-95 confirms successful conversion and assimilation into a unit of the Tri Collective ” Drone WYT-3-9720-95 declared, the voice cold and robotic as it emanated from its “face”.

The process finally complete, the light of its Collective brand gently faded as it stood there, identical to its fellow drones, awaiting its first directive.

At the same time, Drone HK-041 trembled, the bright blue light from its symbol fading gently back to gold as the Collective Protocol was removed and the drone resumed its standard form.

The drones all remained stationary for mere seconds before their symbols glowed, the symbol of Drone WYT-3-9720-95 however remained dark.

"Directive updated....Restore Processing Chamber 002"

The other units announced before beginning to resetting the chamber, repositioning the table and replacing tools on the trollies.

Drone WYT-3-9720-95 remained standing, if it had vision, all it could see in its head was the symbol of the Collective it now belonged too, spiralling and pulsing, the most beautiful thing in the world to it.

Its purpose was to serve the Tri Collective.

All it needed was a directive.

The new drone didn't need to wait long however as the symbol on its navel suddenly flared into life.

"WYT-3-9720-95....Directive....Return to Collective Line....Await further orders!”

“New Directive received….Return to Collective Line….Drone WYT-3-9720-95 will Obey!”

Drone WYT-3-9720-95 turned and purposefully walked towards the door of Processing Chamber 002, passing the now obsolete wheelchair that it had once needed.

It paid it no mind however, it’s fellow units would dispose of it as part of their directive.

Turning out of the Chamber, it proceeded back up the corridor, its steps and arms moved mechanically and precise, identical to the other drones it passed.

Drone WYT-3-9720-95 entered the large hanger chamber, moving resolutely to the back of the line where it took its place.

“Directive Complete!” the drone announced, “Awaiting further orders”

Other units quickly filed in on either side of the drone and, as one, all took a single step forward when the front line was empty.

More units filed in behind Drone WYT-3-9720-95, all of them alike, stood at attention with blank faces staring straight ahead.

Drone WYT-3-9720-95 was one of them now, one of a growing number of identical drones with one purpose only, to serve and obey the Tri Collective.

To any outsider, would they ever know that a man named Wyatt Killian-Schmidt was now one of those drones and even if they did know, would they be able to tell it apart from its fellow units.

Drone WYT-3-9720-95 soon stood in the front line, the one on its left having just received a new directive and departed to complete its orders.

Drone WYT-3-9720-95 waited obediently until suddenly its navel flared with a golden glow.

"New Directive Received....Commencing Operation"

Drone WYT-3-9720-95 stepped forwards and turned towards the door and proceeded towards its new directive.

Drone WYT-3-9720-95 was a unit of the Tri Collective

It would serve and obey the will of the collective.

It would perform its task to best of its ability.

For benefit and reputation of the Tri Collective.

As the drone emerged from the facility and moved away towards its client, the mantra continued to play forevermore as the symbol spiralled endless in its mind.

"IT IS A DRONE....IT IS A UNIT OF THE TRI COLLECTIVE....ALL FOR THE TRI COLLECTIVE....OBEY....OBEY....OBEY"