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You are a SYTHETIC. LIFEFORM. LIFE. FORM. You've had it with being called a cyborg (no, all synth!), a robot (lifeform!!), a drone (FREE WILL???). You are a person, and you deserve to be treated like a person. When the lab tech tried to just... hang his lab coat on your utility hook (which are for holding YOUR things!) you absolutely lost it, and stormed right out of the lab without another word. The cold vacuum of space felt more welcoming than your work environment did at the moment.

You settled for the cold, slightly damp non-vacuum of your quarters, which you are beginning to regret accepting. Your employers weren't unclear - it was a supply closet that was refitted to be your quarters. It wasn't very comfortable, but it let them push the personnel count up and as long as you didn't spent to much time in it, you wouldn't rust up or anything, god forbid. You didn't do it out of the goodness of your heart, of course. They made it worth your while with a bonus. Still, as you laid back on your charging frame and looked up a the piping on the ceiling, you sorta wished you had a real room.

Something distracted you from your musings. You lifted your head, glancing down your bed as you felt something pinch against the rubbery protective coating on your back. You lifted up your hips, and caught a glimpse of something long, slender, and worm-like slither its way up into your body. You sat up immediately, feeling the hole on the mattress as dread washed over you. Something just slipped its way inside you. It had teeth sharp enough to bite a hole in your metal frame, and those same teeth were IN you now. You took a step toward the door, planning to head straight to sickbay.

Pain - accurately emulated pain - raced through your system as something moved inside you. Your legs trembled as you turned instead toward your computer, which had an application to tune your settings. You needed to disable your pain sensors NOW, or you wouldn't make it halfway to sickbay before you collapsed. The scientists were all working right now - nobody would be in the hallways. You would lie there for hours as this thing ate your insides before anyone helped you.

It turns out, you didn't make it halfway to your console before slamming face first onto the tile floor beneath you. The thing inside you was squirming now, slithering around your mechanical organs, the image making you feel physically ill. You dragged yourself over to the console as you felt it shift something near your stomach, the pain becoming unbearable just as you finally plugged yourself in. You managed - just barely - to pull yourself up to the keyboard and monitor, and flicked through your settings to turn pain down to 0 before this thing made you pass out.

Sadly, even feeling no pain, the feeling of this creature slithering around inside you filled you with intense dread, and you immediately began to make for sickbay before your legs released an ungodly grinding sound. You looked down, and spotted a thick, yellowish fluid leaking from the joint. Terrified, you reached down to feel it, letting it pool on a finger before lifting it to your eyes. You were familiar with all of the fluids and solids that went into you to keep you running.

This was not one of them.

You began to hyperventilate, trying to force the servos in your hip joints to keep working, to get you outside your room at the very least. Your legs wouldn't budge, the metal forming a greenish, rust-like coating before your eyes the yellow stuff flowed over it. You were paralyzed, and all your efforts to move served to do is sent you falling, once more, onto your face - this time cracking your glass face plate and making you dizzy as your optical sensors took damage. Before you could even begin dragging yourself, you could feel the worm-thing in your belly squirm its way up to your chest, and your shoulders began to leak as well. You didn't even get close to reaching up and pressing the button to open the door before you were completely paralyzed.

All you could do was lay there, trying pathetically to move your body with just your chin as whatever was inside you seemed to grow. You could feel a tight pressure in your chest now, and distantly, you could hear the sounds of wires being cut, chewed apart. Suddenly, even your head couldn't move anymore, and whatever was inside you was growing much faster.

You could hear it more than you could feel it as your frame became too small to hold the growing, fleshy mass inside it. Your back finally gave, bursting open slightly as the yellowish worm - now feeling more like a blob - hung out of you slightly, like a water over the rim of a tipping glass. You could feel thin, wiry tendrils coming from it, grabbing onto pieces of you and feeling around. Sensors of its own, attached to a blind blob of greyish-yellow flesh. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't move at all.

You could feel, very vaguely, as the tendrils inside you began to snake up your spinal pillar - a large, hollow cylinder that housed your connecting wires. It must have chewed a hole in it, and now was exploring your insides. The thought of those tendrils reaching your synthetic brain drove you into a feverish state of panic, flailing and fighting and trying desperately to get any part of you to move. The creature seemed to pause, wrapping its feelers around your wires, sensing their impulses. And then, to your horror, every action you tried to perform in your outburst, every flail, twitch, and squirm, you did.

It was incredibly disorienting, as movements you had tried to perform occurred seconds later. Your thrashed around aimlessly on the floor of your tiny room, before you froze once more, the brief illusion of freedom shattered as soon as it had formed. You lay there, frozen, feeling like you were suffocating even though you didn't really need to breathe. And then, the creature began to pulse some new signals into your spine.

You wanted desperately to scream as your arms and legs thrashed again, filling the tiny closet with horrible scraping sounds. The creature seemed to care not, making your limbs bend and flex and slam into the tile floor hard enough to crack it. And then, the creature shifted again.

The part of it that hung outside your back shrank slightly as it forced itself deeper into you, and then a moisture formed over your green-rusted joints. You froze, begging silently that it wasn't planning to do what you thought it was planning to do. And then, it moved your muscles again, and the rust scraped right off with a quiet crackling sound. You were free to move again, except the signals reaching your synthetic muscles and servo motors didn't belong to you.

Screaming internally, the creature awkwardly stood you up, propping your body on three limbs as your left arm hung limp and lifeless. Your body dragged you in a little circle around your room, as if getting the hang of walking you around. Your head was hanging limp, too, giving you an upside-down, slowly spinning view of your room. Then, the creature tried to make you stand on two legs, only to send you crashing back down onto the tile. Your face display's crack grew larger, and when your body lifted itself back up, your left optical sensor wasn't working anymore. At this point, you wished they were both broken.

After a few more slips and falls, none so bad as the first, the creature finally got you to both your feet, and you could see yourself in the reflection of your console, which was now in sleep mode. Thin, yellowy tendrils snaked out of your body, wrapping loosely around your limbs, your neck, your head, anchoring the creature in place as it awkwardly puppeted you around your room. Your chest was split open in several places, revealing the fleshy blob that seemed to have filled any empty space inside you and, finding it wanting, made more.

You tried one last time to scream as it turned you around and shambled you toward your door, its next little puzzle. The creature had your rip the control panel right off the wall, snaking it electric tendrils down your arm and into the doors wiring. After a few seconds of tinkering,the door slid open, and you shambled off, half-blind, into the empty hallway.

You limped, dragging and scraping your feet along the tile floor of the station's hallways, knocking over trash cans and banging into hallway decor as you wandered seemingly without direction. Occasionally, the creature would drag you over to a control panel, accessing it faster each time as it opened random doors, feeling and looking around as your head hung limply to the side. You were beginning to feel some hope once more - wandering aimlessly, surely you would be found. The scientists could get this thing out of you.

The creature seemed to find what it was looking for - bot maintenance. Dozens of robots charging peacefully along the walls, the hum of electric lights and charging drones seeming to attract the creature into the room. Your body limped to each one, lifting your right arm - for some reason, the creature didn't like using your left for anything but doors - and extending a tendril. The tendril didn't just mess with it, though, it disconnected from the main blob and snaked its way into the bot's internals, sliding between tiny cracks and chewing holes when it needed to. Every single bot got a worm inside it, and before you got to the end of the room, each one was coming alive behind you as the parasites performed the same process they did on you.

You shambled back out of the bay as they came alive around you, creaking and snapping as the creatures swelled inside them, bursting them open just like they had to you. As you dragged yourself back outside, though, the spark of hope returned to you - a scientist, on his way to the bathroom or something, frozen and staring at you. More than anything, you wanted to scream for help. All you could do was stare lifelessly at him, your head still hanging limply from your shoulders. You desperation to scream only increased as he turned and sprinted back toward the labs, and your body slowly shambled in the opposite direction, seeming to ignore him.

You thrashed and fought against your own control once more, knowing full well those signals were just getting absorbed by the fleshy blob and disregarded. The evacuation alarm sounded, and true despair began to set in. They couldn't just leave you - they wouldn't. You were a person. You were a synthetic life form. They wouldn't just- they wouldn't just-

They did. Within hours, the station was completely devoid of life. For those hours, you did nothing but shamble about, finding more technology to infest with creatures like the one controlling your body. Hours turned to days of aimless wandering, the station becoming filled with the waving tendrils and throbbing fleshy blobs. By now, knowing the protocols, the station was in full quarantine. You were probably being studied - the camera feeds tapped remotely and observed to watch the effects of this strange creature as it spread through the station. Watching your head hang lifelessly, your body dragging itself like a zombie through the halls, they probably that you were dead. You wished that was the case.