{"sf1_id":1797435,"sf2_id":"214Bqrmo","title":"Nathan Robot TF","author":"ArrowQuivershaft","words":809,"posted_at":"2021-12-18T19:02:50.000Z","tags":["Android","Human","Robot","Synthetic","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1797435-nathan-robot-tf","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214Bqrmo","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b1/bb/b1bb1a81-02e3-4e7d-89ad-5bff95e2c21f","description":"Slightly inspired by some RP I was doing, this is a quick robot TF I did featuring Nathan. Not much to say other than it is an experiment with me writing in third person, and a bit darker than my normal fare.\n  \n  \n\n[Posted using PostyBirb](http://www.postybirb.com)","content":"Nathan woke up in the middle of the night, with that horrible malaise.  \nThe feeling of wanting to vomit, but knowing that wasn't what was  \ngoing to happen. It was time, he'd held it in check too long.\u0026nbsp; His  \nskin was sweaty, clammy, and glowing slightly green.\u0026nbsp; When he'd asked  \nAarth's doctors how long he'd have to remain like this, to be cured,  \nthey said a year, maybe two, and they'd check again afterwards.\u0026nbsp; He  \nhonestly didn't think they had the slightest clue about whether he'd  \never be able to be rid of this curse... but thoughts for later.\u0026nbsp; For  \nnow...  \n  \nHe didn't regret saving those miners from the radioactive cave.\u0026nbsp; It  \nwas what he swore to do when he signed up with Athene, but this...this  \nwas never a planned outcome.\u0026nbsp; He turned on the light and took off his  \nclothing, looking across his naked body as he sat down in a chair.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \nIt started first, as it always did, with circuit traces starting at  \nhis toes and starting to run up.\u0026nbsp; The skin rippled a bit, circuit  \nlines appearing underneath, roughly where some of his nerves would've  \nbeen, and then the skin shimmered, hardening and taking on the  \nappearance of steel.\u0026nbsp; His toes merged, the whole appendage of his  \nfoot becoming simply akin to an articulatable boot.\u0026nbsp; This happened at  \nboth feet at the same time, and for now, they weren't responsive.\u0026nbsp; He  \nshivered a bit at the chill they brought to the rest of his body, as  \nblood pumped down there and came back a mixture of lubricants and  \nhydraulic fluids.\u0026nbsp; Sliding up to his knees, the skin continued to  \ntake on a metallic sheen, mostly in the color of metallic denim blue  \njeans.\u0026nbsp; He'd never figured that part out, but at least he wasn't  \nrunning around naked as a flesh colored robot.  \n  \nHis knees...that was always an unpleasant part.\u0026nbsp; The bones popped,  \ncrackling as they shifted over to articulating servos.\u0026nbsp; Nathan drew  \nin his breath sharply, trying not to scream as it continued up, his  \nthighs becoming so much steel and servos and pistons.\u0026nbsp; As it reached  \nhis groin, he could feel plates form over where his nether regions  \nwould be.\u0026nbsp; They didn't open, or so he thought; truthfully, he'd never  \ntried.  \n  \nNot paying attention to that, it slid up his chest.\u0026nbsp; His scar from  \nsaving Dawn took on an even more metallic feather sheen as it was  \nreplaced, and his internal organs started to rearrange.\u0026nbsp; Here, he DID  \nfeel like he was going to vomit, and he was unable to stop himself at  \nleast twice as his entire digestive system turned into a power  \ndistribution plant, and loads upon loads of batteries.\u0026nbsp; His heart  \nfluttered...this was one of the worst parts, then seized entirely, and  \nthe familiar heartbeat in his ears dimmed, quickly replaced by a  \nslight 'whirring' sound as the hydraulic pressure pump replacing it  \ntook over.\u0026nbsp;   \n  \nHis arms were starting to cover over with metal. The definition of his  \nmuscles stayed, maybe because of his vanity, and his mark to Athene  \nstayed as well. His hands covered over with steel, becoming powerful  \nhydraulic grippers. No flesh over them, but much stronger than any  \nhuman's grip.  \n  \nNext...the head. This WAS the worst part.\u0026nbsp; He stopped breathing; he'd  \nstill been doing so instinctually, and momentarily panicked about  \nit.\u0026nbsp; Once that was done, it was up to his chin.\u0026nbsp; The scars from the  \nbear attack long ago appeared as marks and dents on his plating's  \ncoloration,, and his vision flickered out briefly as cameras took  \nover.\u0026nbsp; He gritted steel teeth as auditory microphones took over his  \nears, his hair solidified, and suddenly, then it was the absolute  \nworst part.\u0026nbsp; He lost consciousness with a splitting headache.  \n  \nHow long passed wasn't more than a few moments, but when he woke up,  \nhe could see again.\u0026nbsp; Data was overlaid on his vision, showing ambient  \nconditions, charge level, any particular damage to his frame or  \nsystems.\u0026nbsp; \"Unit NRenfrew operational, systems nominal.\" displayed  \nbriefly, and he stood up, listening to the whirring motors as he did,  \nand turned around to see what was different.\u0026nbsp; Aside from him, it was  \nall the same.\u0026nbsp; He looked out to the moon and saw a chart of its path  \nacross the sky, the current time, and approximate moonset, sunrise,  \nand full moon date filtered into his mind.\u0026nbsp; And now...the big  \nquestion.\u0026nbsp; He went to the bathroom and got a lock of his hair he'd  \ncut off a few days ago.\u0026nbsp; They'd told him there were better exemplars,  \nbut he used hair, because it was less gross.\u0026nbsp; He ran his hand over  \nit, and was rewarded with a standard Geiger counter clicking sound.\u0026nbsp;  \nRapid, but his subsystems read the data coming in and reported it back  \nquickly.  \n  \n\"Biological contamination at 23% above lethal dose.\u0026nbsp; Down 5% from  \nlast month.\u0026nbsp; No pattern established with prior samples."}