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No Escape for the Future Drone

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“Breach detected in sector seven,” stated a cold emotionless computerized voice, but Dream’s reaction to the news was the farthest one could be from having an emotionless response. The yellow scaled anthropomorphic winged dragon with piercing red eyes, flowing hair, shapely in body, elegant, smooth, accentuated by the sleek rubber attire and boots that she traditionally adorns.

“Computer! Seal off sector six, seven and eight,” she commanded, fear trembling in her voice, she types into her holographic computer console, that is displayed from her wrist, the buttons lighting up with each press, her breath heavy, body squeaking as she runs through the corridors of the sleek metallic facility.

“Affirmative. Sealing off sector six… sector sealed. Sealing off sector Seven… sector sealed. Sealing off sector eight…” there was a brief pause in the machine, a hint of panic swelling up within her.

“Come on…”

“Sector sealed.”

She sighed in relief, reaching a control panel to a large set of doors, she breaks the panel open, taking out wires, connecting them to her computerized wrist, starting to hack through it, “Who would have thought it would have come to this… I should have seen the signs!” she exclaimed, maneuvering through the complexity of the door’s security, “All the easy to access escape pods are already overrun… but her private ship should still be cleared…” she muttered to herself, a shiver running down her spine when the computerized voice spoke once again.

“Breach in sector eight detected.”

“H-how are they managing to do that! The tests showed they were mindless automatons!” she exclaimed, huffing in anger.

“Breach in sector one… three… ten.”

“F-fuck!” she kicks the door just as it opens causing her to tumble through it, the lights flickering on to a large hanger. There is half a dozen of spaceships idle, in various stages of being disassembled, and studied. “Have to hurry, I know we didn’t start breaking her ship down yet, we were using it as collateral…” she muttered, running down the hanger, her footsteps echoing the soft squeaks that bounce off the walls and reach her ears makes her heart races ever faster, feeling as if it is about to burst out of her chest.

“I’m not going to become one of those simple-minded things. My brilliance is far too great for that!” she exclaims to herself, her eyes lighting up seeing the sleek vessel before her, “Yes! Now I can kiss this broken mindless station goodbye!” she lets out an exclaimed laughter, hiding the tension still there behind her slight relief.

“Breach in sector thirteen detected.”

A shiver runs down Dream’s spine, “They are close… too damn close,” she thinks, searching for an access point on the ship while commanding the computer, “Computer. Shut and seal off all sectors. Allow only access to the ship launch controls and codes within sector fourteen.”

Dream’s words echoed through the empty facility, climbing on top of the ship, continuing her desperate search for an access point to the ship, finally finding it, she pulls out a set of tools and starts to work to break open the protective cover that is barely visible in the sleek silver vessel. It was only halfway through this, something that was nagging in the back of her mind made her stop, “Computer? Did you seal off the sectors?”

“Negative,” it responds in the same simple cold emotionless voice.

Dream tenses, clenching her butt cheeks, body squeaking her tail flicking, wings unfurling, “Computer explain. Why have you not completed my commands?”

“Dream possesses insufficient privileges to access those commands.”

“What? I’ve hacked you! You obey me! You stupid machine. Do as you are told!”

“Negative.”

“I will have to do this myself… Could it be that they got to the computer? No, no, that’s not possible, they could never overcome my draconic intelligence. They are simple things, using brute force that’s all,” she grumbles, working through, hacking the ship, and with each second she takes the higher her concern grows that they could get here before she can get out.

Eventually she breaks through the ship’s computer defense systems, gaining access to the vessel, unlocking the door so it can be entered, “Yes!” she exclaims, sliding off the top of the ship, and rushing into the cockpit. She flips several switches, booting the launch systems, “Yes, yes, yes. All is going to plan… well mostly,” she huffed, “Now to get the hanger to open so I can get out of here,” she slips out of the ship, hearing a hearty thud echoing down from where she entered the hanger. Her excitement reverts back to dread, “Damn it!”

She sprints toward the back of the hanger, climbing a ladder, her boots clanking against the metal, body squeaking as the rubber rubs against her thighs, she reaches the control room that overlooks the hanger. Panels idly blink, a soft glow fills the room till sensors detect her movement, the lights turning on as she breaks the security codes here, flipping switches, the clunk and whir of machinery on the opposite end of the hanger, the heavy doors opening revealing the vastness of space, the protective atmospheric shield in place preventing loss of atmosphere. Heavy thuds echo from the doors, causing her panic and rush to grow.

“Just a little more… got it!” she cheers to herself, securing a launch sequence for the ship, she runs out of the room, sliding down the ladder, sprinting to the ship. She sees her freedom only steps away, she enters the cockpit, quickly closing the door behind her. She lets out a sigh of relief, “I made it…” she says with a relief and long panting sigh.

“Target acquired,” stated a cold emotionless voice, a chill runs down Dream’s spine, hear it speak behind her.

“No, that’s not possible you are all too stupid to have beaten me here! I’d have seen it!” she exclaims, spinning around to see what she has been running away all this time. Standing there were not one but two drone variants. The first, with her glowing white eyes, blank synthetic stare, segmented green metal skin. The former organic raptor Kirisha, the only part of her recognizable is her metallic head after it underwent changes by the collective to improve her after she put up such a struggle against them. Then again it was her fault that they were brought here in the first place. Below the neck though was smooth sleek rubber that clings to her body, breasts seemingly larger than they were before with a white designation the left breast that said “K-069” The rubber suit came into three parts, the main dark almost hinted purple rubber, the tail slipped into a rubber air sack that made it even larger, squeak louder. Then a pair of high heeled rubber boots, black that go up to her thighs, and matching gloves that go halfway up her forearm, “You will come with us. Resistance is not advisable,” stated Kirisha in a cold emotionless synthetic voice.

Standing beside her is a red-haired panda, a former friend of Dream’s, named Latch, though judging by her matching black rubber attire and the white symbols on her left breast it would be L-796. Her head, the only thing visible is still clearly organic with the long flowing red hair, brown fur with the rounded ears, and blue nose. But her eyes… blank, white, soulless. Her soft blue eyes… completely gone. Her smile… nonexistent. The facial muscles relaxed, devoid of any kind of emotion whatsoever. Like she is wearing a porcelain mask that showed the purest of neutral expression she could have mustered. But in truth… it is her face. The black latex gloves, and high heeled boots, a perfect imitation match to the fellow drone beside her, breasts bouncing with each step as she moved closer toward Dream alongside the other drone, “There is no escape,” L-796 stated. Her words cold, empty words were akin to that of the machine standing beside her, yet she wasn’t one of them. She was organic, just like Dream is, but the complete lack of empathy, sympathy, the connection and bond she has shared with her former friend. That chilled Dream to the bone, and she knew if they got their rubbery hands on her, she’d soon be joining them.

“That’s what you think!” she exclaims, hitting the emergency escape beside her to quick force the door open. She turns to escape but is smacked face first with the unopened door, “What?! You are supposed to obey me ship!”

K-069 moves up behind Dream, grabbing her by the arms forcing them behind her back with a loud squeak, the synthetic raptor’s strength on par if not better than Dream’s own draconic strength, “You were never in control. Only herded to where you could be easily captured,” she explained, lifting Dream’s arms a little higher, pinning her wings against them, the raptor’s rubber breasts used to press down on the wings, hindering their movement even more, while tugging Dream back so her head rested on the raptor’s shoulder.

“No! I am not going to fall to mindless automatons! My genius is not meant for the likes of you!” she exclaimed, trying to push off of the door only to have L-796 grab her legs, holding them tightly together, forcing her to be helplessly held in the air by the two drones.

“Subject: Dream. Status: Captured. Proceeding to processing area one,” stated Latch upon tightly gripping the dragon’s legs, which squeaked loudly together against the panda’s rubber suit.

“No! No! Unhand me you simple Cretans!” she yelled out, the door opening for the drones, easily taking her away, passing a dozen other emotionless, soulless, white eyed drones, their organic heads visible, the rest in rubber, all made to look like voluptuous females with lovely curves and hefty breasts.

“Your knowledge will be added to the collective to enhance us. Everything else shall be purged,” K-069 states, moving in perfect unison with L-796 so the dragging process was a smooth ride, each step made by them was made like two parts of a whole machine. Drones moved about around them, ignoring Dream’s squirms and yells. She growled, doing all she can to overpower the two but with anything that could have weakened them removed, making them empty shells to be used, there was little she could do to get free. And deep down though she did not want to admit it… she knew it to be true.

Heavy rubber footsteps echoed up and down the hallways of the station, seeing more and more drones move about all with that same white soulless eyes, “I didn’t know there were that many… were there that many people even here?” she thought, still trying to struggle but growing ever more exhausted, needing to relax and catch her breath, allowing her to watch the other drones.

“Your organic weakness will be purged,” stated L-796.

“Order will be achieved,” K-069 replied.

Dream looked at one of the public docking bays as she was dragged past them, there, new arrivals landed, more drones. Along with dozens of people from who knows where, being dragged kicking screaming or already too defeated and exhausted to fight back, being taken to where she was going.

For a brief moment out of the corner of her eye, two sleek rubber anthropomorphic alicorn pony drones caught her attention. How they stood watching overhead over the other drones, almost like “leaders” but were too gone and mindless, perhaps helping organize the drones with a bird’s eye view of the drones below. One a dark blue with stare blazen hair that reflected the universe within, the other a white bright furred pony with blue and teal colored hair. She only saw them for a moment before it was all gone, dragged on past them.

“Arriving at processing area one,” stated K-069, reporting her words in that simple emotionless state.

“Transporting subject: Dream to preparation room six,” stated L-796.

“Who are they talking to? Me? They are mindless… I know, I saw the studies, but why would they talk to me? To scare me?” Dream thought, eyes darting around trying to locate some mode of escape she can utilize, some kind of advantage, but this room was simple, empty, blank as the stars on the drones’ faces.

The door closes behind them, the outline of the door disappearing making it look like a solid room with no exit, no entrance, the lights hidden within the walls and ceiling, providing all the night needed to show off the reflective clothing of the drones.

Dream’s concern only grew, struggling renewed again, her body giving one last bit of resistance, though she knew it was well past any point that escaping would do her any good. Her heart raced, wings fluttered against the constraints of K-069, body squeaking, muscles exhausted, yet she was still trying, to give it her all, “My mind is too important to be wasted here!”

“Proceeding with internal preparation and emotional nullifying through nanite injection,” both drones stated in unison.

“What?!” exclaimed Dream, watching as L-796 tightly gripped her rubber boots, ripping them off her in one firm hard go, tugging her rubber pants halfway down her legs, revealing her soft yellow scaled sex. She meekly struggles against her as K-069 grabs her rubber shirt and clothes, tearing them to shreds with unbelievable strength that Dream just now realizes just really how outclassed she was by the synthetic raptor.

“Release me!” she yells.

“Subject: Dream will be released upon completion of amply doses of nanite fluid,” the two drones said in perfect unison, their words sending chills through Dream’s spine, her worry and concern growing, but not as much as when she sees the rubber around both drone’s crotches beginning to shift and change. At first it was bulging, but quickly over the process of a minute while the drone’s tore the remaining clothes right off of her body, letting the rubber tattered pieces fall to the ground, revealing her strong yet supple female body, breasts jiggling like their own, though Kirisha being fully machine coated in a rubber body suit from the neck down had a notable less bounce to her mounds.

“I will not become some mindless automaton! My intellect is too great for all of you!” she exclaims, feeling the growing bulge against her thigh from L-796. Curiosity drives Dream to look, seeing the start of a long protruding shaft, forming out of the rubber. Longer the new cock grows out, twitching, throbbing, the cum slit dribbling slick gooeing black rubbery pre-cum. A shudder of sheer terror fills her, knots form in her stomach as she desperately musters the strength to put up one last fight, but it was for naught.

She soon felt another like thick throbbing tapered cock pressing up against the back of her head as she was held up facing up toward the emotionless blanked stare drones. She bites her lip about to chomp down on her tongue in a last vain effort to end this madness for her when K-069 grabs her head, slick rubbery fingers slip into her mouth, forcing it wider open, “Initiating insemination process,” she stated, lining up her cock to her lips, while she feels the same happening to her scaly female sex.

Despite her best efforts she felt a heat build within her loins, a twisted delight that she’s kept suppressed by her vast intellect and prowess, finding herself superior than her basic instincts, now showing here in the briefest of moments when she is stripped bare naked before the two drones that care nothing for how they feel.

“Alignment completed, initiating insemination process,” L-796 stated, slipping her cock into Dream’s hot and wet sex. The smooth rubber spreading her folds wide with a loud squeak, the smooth balless crotch smacks against her sex, sleek rubber pressing deep into her, twitching, squirming, gushing out the infectious nanites that causes Dream to tremble in fear and forced ecstasy.

Her mouth fared no better, she tries to bite down onto the cock shoved into her mouth, but it simply pushes past, as she feels like she’s chewing on a warm wet throbbing tire. The taste of rubber fills her mouth, the scent of latex floods her nose, squeaks her ears. The slick cock shining with her saliva as it pulls out till only the tip is lodged in her mouth shines and glistens before her eyes, before being shoved back down deep throating her, causing her claws to twitch, hands balling up into fists, legs shuddering when her crotch is assailed again with forced pleasure.

A bittersweet taste is added to the mixture, the gushing pre-cum loaded with the dreaded nanites that make her feel a growing terror within her. The drones slam into her again and again positioning themselves between her. Dream arches her back, she is no doubt feeling pleasure but her vision is locked on the drones who continue to take her, pound into her, suddenly climaxing, flooding her mouth and folds with more of the rubber nanites.

Their look terrifies her even more. There is no change in their faceless look. They are pounding into her without eagerness, without moaning, without showing any kind of pleasure of delight in any form or fashion. Neither bored nor hating what they are doing. They are simply doing it like a vibrator being turned on. A simple function they are executing.

Their bodies squeak against Dream, she feels her legs forced to grip around L-796, as she goes harder and harder, the dragon’s own pleasure building, higher and higher, and as it does, her mouth fill of cock and moans, the warm gushing of latex seed down her throat, there was a subtle growing change within her, that she could feel.

With every thrust, every twitch, each time her sex milked L-796’s cock of seed, and her mouth swallows more of the cum from K-069 her fear fades. The speed of her beaten heart slows a little bit more. Pleasure still felt within her loins, twitching, quivering, her body not knowing what terrors is really going on, as she finds her hips starting to grind and pound against the drone, her tongue coiling around the length.

“What am I doing? I need to stop this! Stop this!” she thinks, trying to get a rise out of her but it grew ever more difficult to do. There was something going on with her that was dreadfully wrong. She began to think about it as she was constantly pounded away by the drones.

“They are taking and flooding me with their seed as part of a preparation to join them. But what is happening now? I feel parts of my body acting on its own occurred, are they puppeting me? Are they controlling everyone as puppets? Does that mean if I manage to sever the connection, I can save myself? Well perhaps maybe others, become famous that way,” she thinks, her body taken harder, her suckling growing more vigorous and in tune with the other drones, yet as she bucks and humps against them, hands reaching up to hold onto K-069 for extra support, legs wrapped around L-796 to provide extra stability and provide the leverage the drone needed to take her even harder.

The drone’s breasts bounced, L-796 pants heavily due to the exertion being made on her body, but there was no moaning, groaning, signs of delight, no matter how much pleasure was being given by Dream’s own body. Steady movements, efficient fucking of her body.

K-069 was no different in her actions, looking down, watching monitoring Dream at some points while looking straight and blank ahead, fucking into her mouth, continuing to flood Dream’s gut with her rubbery goo, dragging the dragon deeper into its new fate, ensuring there was nothing she can do to escape.

“What is going on here? I feel myself about to reach a climax, my body is on that edge of bliss… I feel it but… wait. Why am I not… no, this can’t be. But if it was true I wouldn’t be able to think so clearly. I should be afraid at this point yet… I feel nothing. I feel… there is no feeling, how can this be? How did they shut down my emotions?” she thought in clean smooth well thought out logical manner, untethered by the fear that was wracking her mind only minutes ago.

She climaxed, a surge of pleasure rushed through her, sex quivering milking hard the cock that flooded her body with yet another drone climax. The drone’s not reacting to their success and what could be delightful for them. And neither was Dream. She watched her body take the cocks, milking them as it was supposed to do to get all the infections rubber nanites into her body to prepare her for the next stage.

“Insemination process complete,” both drones say in perfect unison, pulling back away from Dream, placing her down onto her feet, her mouth suckling the last bits of excess seed from K-069’s cock before it pops out of her mouth. Her sex doing the equivalent as that cock withdrew from her.

Dream found herself locked in her own mind, body not her own, it stood there, facing the two drones, breathing a little accelerated but once her breath was caught, it was smooth, steady, calm, relaxed. That is what she felt the smooth flatline of being neither excited nor fearful.

“I should be afraid. This is the worst thing to have ever happened to me. To feel nothing like this is… indescribable. Yet it's happening. I’m just standing here before the two drones, making me a helpless pawn to them.”

“Future drone will proceed to processing facility two and undergo conditioning to be a proper drone to the collective,” the drones say in unison, giving Dream an emotionless white void eye salute.

Dream’s body responds in kind, naked and cold, she turned away from the drones, who left her from where they came, while a door outline revealed itself opening, which her body calmly walked through. There she saw a sight to behold, processing pods all lined up, and people within them with visors on their heads, sleek rubber tentacles filling their head orifices, a glow coming from the visors, their bodies from the neck down covered in that same sleek black rubber uniform that the other drones have.

“This must be where the next stage is. And I am helplessly walking to my own doomed path,” she thinks, getting some glimpses of herself in the reflection of the glass pods, and if she could still be shocked, she would be at this moment. A simple emotionless facade but unlike the other drones she’s seen, her eyes still had their color, their sense of a soul that left her not able to feel a small sense of relief, or that bubbling dread that the worst was still to come.

“What are they going to do to me to further make me nothing but a simple thing?” Dream wondered, noticing but unable to turn her head to get a better look at the smaller animals with similar emotionless faces walking up and down the pathway toward smaller pods designed for them. She sees one, a blue and purple scaled feral pseudo dragon no bigger than a house cat, stepping into the pod. A rubber ring moves up their body, coating them in the sleek rubber body suit from the neck down, white lettering being painted onto their flank, showing their designation, but that is all she could see before she walked away.

“Even animals? I had no idea that whatever this collective is that they go for everything,” Dream thought, stopping and turning toward her pod. Calm, devoid of emotion, she could not feel what she wanted to feel. Helpless to fight against it. Naked as the day she was hatched she stepped into the pod, the metallic clink of her claw tips against the metal base. Currently she feels physically but she has no emotional response to a damn thing. She reaches the center of the pod, turning around to face the walkway where other soon to be completed and recently completed drones walk by, paying no heed to the soon to be newest addition to their numbers. She was already becoming one of many, an insignificant spec to the collective whole.

“There has to be something I can do to escape? Anything? No, there is nothing I can do. I have no agency here. But I shouldn’t escape. If I can hold onto my mind, perhaps I can be saved later. Save myself perhaps? There has to be a flaw in this system… somewhere. I just know it. It can’t be perfect,” she thinks, the pod sealing around her with a hiss, clicking shut, locking her within.

“Preparing Drone D-721 for processing,” stated a cold monotone synthetic voice that echoed into the pod.

“What a dreadful designation…” she thinks.

A black rubber ring moves up at the base of the pod, rubber spreads from it, warm, tingling, gooey at first but instantly hardens to form a body scale tight suit. It crawls across her scales, clinging pressing against her, while she mindlessly stands there, doing nothing to stop or hinder the ring as it moves up her body. Inch by inch her yellow scales are covered in thin yet seemingly impervious black latex. Covering her feet, blunting her claws, massaging her thighs, sculpting them out more, as the rubber runs across her butt, pressing into her sex, the warm rubber filling into her folds, flooding into her sex, deep into her tender sensitive flesh, while rolling along her tail, with one layer, then a second, inflating to become the balloon tail she’s come to seen from other drones.

The heat and pleasure from the rubber pushing into her folds, her rear would cause her to moan yet in the end she had no response, the pleasure was there, but devoid of reaction as if her mind did not care for it anymore, that it had no meaning. Soon her crotch was smoothed out completely, though filled so fully that it pressed into the very depths of her cervix and womb, flooding it to have access rubber there when required and desired, making her most private area into a simple storage facility.

The rubber rolled up her belly, pressing and caressing her sides, soon wrapping around her breasts, going under and around, her mounds jiggling as they were encapsulated in the black rubber, her fingers and arms already being covered as the rubber was moving up her body, rolling across her, till every inch of her from the neck down was in this tight rubber. The reflection in the glass showed her the progress the entire time. The ring stopping and clamping around her neck to form a thin small nearly invisible collar, showing the line where the organic head ended, and the rubber coating started.

Her breasts were made to be more supple, bouncy, a soft squeak filled the chamber, her sex at first clamped hard on the rubber filling it but as it became adjusted to the sensation, becoming as relaxed as the rest of her body. Her hands then were raised, as a thick pair of rubber gloves were slipped over the her rubber coated hands, sliding down her arm halfway up her forearms with a loud squeak before sealing and seemingly to semi-melt and merge into the rubber suit, still visibly separate but nearly impossible to remove without purpose.

Then like a good drone soldier on a standing march, she raised her right leg, a high heeled thigh high rubber boot is slid into her leg, the rubber creaking as it was done. The process repeated with her other leg, giving her a few inches in height as the rubber once again sealed the boot to the rubber suit, forcing her to stand on her toes, a good sleek drone further processed toward the collective desire of what is perfection.

A machine came down to then paint her new designation on her left breast in big bold white simple lettering D-721. With the exception of the soul still left in her eyes, that bit of color in her retina, she looks exactly like those other drones.

“I must hold on. Just prepare yourself Dream. You are the Dream Searcher, the best of the best. The brightest of the brightest. You can defeat this. If you just mentally ready yourself and bide your time till you can free yourself from these confines,” she thinks.

“Drone D-721’s physical modification is completed. Proceeding with reformatting and dedicated drone programing and collective network language protocol installations.”

In those moments, Dream thought she saw her eye twitch… but maybe it was her wish that she was showing shock and emotion where there was none at the words of her mind being reformatted. Sliding down from above her head was a thick glass visor, it latched onto her head, pressing into her sides, while grabbing her eyelids forcing them wide open, not that she has control even to blink, it was simply another layer of control to ensure that nothing would go wrong.

Swirling hypnotic pattern colors shined before Dream’s eyes, her eyes locked on that very center that seems to draw her in, a sense of vertigo as it fades in and out, her vision centered on the swirls, confusion and toying with her mind at what she is actually seeing staring the initial breaking down process.

“Focus Dream. You can’t let them take everything away from you, that is you!” she thinks, already ‘feeling’ a slight haze to her thoughts. For a moment there was a flash of words perhaps that displayed within the ever-changing colors and swirls. Did she really read, *“Drone obeys.” * Or was it never really there? It clung to her though, thinking about it for longer than she should, “Not a drone. Not going to obey. I am not a drone, not going to obey, drone obey? No,” she thinks.

The visor over her eyes also covered her ears, she felt a slight filling within her ear canal, white noise filling her senses, a crackling that every so often felt like there were words behind it, subtle at first, maybe just her imagination, they may not be there at all but she thinks she perhaps can hear it within the noise, “Drone is mindless.”

Dream doesn’t twitch, she doesn’t moan, she simply stands there like a simple drone, mindless looking as all others on the outside, her attention being torn between the swirls and the noise before her. Her mouth already hanging open and lip, breathing in slow and steady, nice and deep, nice and slow, her relaxed body, her emotionless filled mind, becoming so easy to relax, to be drawn deeper into those swirls, to try to focus on the subtle differences in the constant colors before her, and the boring white noise she endlessly hears.

“No thoughts. Drone is willess. Drone is a puppet. Drone serves the collective. Drone obeys the Controller.”

Time steadily began to lose meaning to Dream. Each moment blended into the next, a constant stream of bombarding hypnotic patterns and sensory deprivation designed to weaken and smother out her thoughts and will, “No, I am not a willess puppet. I am not a simple drone ,” there was a growing monotonousness within her own thoughts. Parts of emphasis that made her feel extra pleasure within her loins, a tingle that went into her mind that made sensation of approval, a positive reinforcement, a little bit of something that made her cling to it desperately over the otherwise nothingness she has been feeling, and clung to it she did, rather she wanted to do it or not.

“Drone serves the collective,” the words flashed before her eyes, which became more devoid of color, a constant stare into the swirl of colors, pupils dilating, pressing out everything as they became ever whiter as the pupils were beginning to contract as Dream’s focus grew more laser like.

_“I… drone. Collective serving? Dream… I am Dream. I am drone. ** How could **drone fall to such simple drone thoughts? Must focus on saving, must focus on serving,” _ she thinks, trying to salvage something out of this, but there was nothing she really could do.

The constant bombardment of the hypnosis droned on in her mind, whispered into her ears, it was overbearing, as she was mentally overwhelmed. And there was no time table for the collective to condition her. No point of “Well that’s all we could do.” No, they would wait it out till she was totally ready for the next stage, however long it will take.

“Drone serves the collective,” the white noise whispered into Dream's ear, echoing through her emptying mind. The words that flashed before her eyes, that was as quick as it ever was, a single brief moment, but now to Dream she could read those words without issue, and she felt them deep within her. Like reading a good book, but without that emotional baggage. It was just a literal truth that is being spoon fed to her, “Drone obeys the Controller.”

“ _I drone… obeys… serves. How… can I Drea... one serve, obey. ** My vast intellect **serves. Obey. No will. No thoughts,” _ Dream thinks, falling ever deeper, her mind fracturing, caught in the haze that is guiding her towards what she needs to become.

“Drone has no thoughts.”

“Drone has no will.”

“Drone has no past.”

“Drone will assist the collective.”

“Drone exists for the collective.”

“Drone has no other purpose than to bring order to chaos.”

“Drone obeys the Controller.”

The words spoken, read over her eyes, resistance breaking down till she was now actively going along with the very things she was trying to fight against. Her well planned out logical method of trying to hold on, was whittled down, till she forgot she was even supposed to be fighting mentally against this indoctrination.

“Drone has no thoughts.”

“Drone has no will.”

“Drone has no past.”

“Drone will assist the collective.”

“Drone exists for the collective.”

“Drone has no other purpose than to bring order to chaos.”

“Drone obeys the Controller,” Dream actively thought along, simple, sleek monotone in her mind, though devoid of emotion before, she was devoid of anything that seemed to make up her when it came to processing her thoughts. She was now ripe to the next stage of her conditioning.

“Drone will open its mouth wide and accept reformatting procedures.”

An active command, one that allowed ‘agency’ over her own body, allowed by the collective, she humbly obeys, opening her mouth wide, thinking, “Affirmative. Drone obeys.”

Sleek rubber tentacles slipped from the ceiling, sliding into her mouth, down her throat, feeding more nanites, that flood into her bloodstream, while another pair went up into her nostrils, wiggling through her nasal cavity, growing smaller and smaller as they thin out bleeding through Dream’s organic tissue to reach her very brain. The rubber spiders out touching and caressing her mind, a direct connection to her neurological pathways that made her… her. Even in this mindless hypnotic state, Dream is still there in some capacity, but now the collective aims to prevent any possibility of a future problem by reformatting everything it deems not necessary to the collective.

“Drone will now think about its earliest memories,” the simple monotone voice stated, completely hiding what could be considered a vile plan it had in store for Dream.

“Affirmative,” Dream thought in her head, bringing forth in memory in her head. One of a party just for her, surrounded by friends and family, a happy time before she realized how pathetic the world was with her great intelligence. The part of her brain that contained that memory, that series of synapsis, the flow of blood to them to make this memory be recalled, the nanites rushed to it, the spidering around her brain then sparked the synapsis breaking the neurological connection that formed it. Like hitting a reset button on neurons. Not damaging them, just undoing the tight connection that allowed dream to recall the memory, while leaving anything she knew as knowledge from the memory untouched.

The memory she saw, was completely erased from her mind. Dream herself doesn’t even recall having recalled the memory. To her, she didn’t even complete the task given before her. She then recalled the newest earlier memory, repeating the process all over again.

Moment by moment, memory by memory Dream recalled the events that composed her life, her existence, the “newer” memories becoming her oldest. She has no knowledge or thought as to why these memories were more vibrant and clearer than those that came before, because to her, this was the earliest memory she is recalling per the command given. And with each shock of her brain, the color in her eyes faded, a side effect of the mental formatting process. Her eyes became blank, soulless, as eventually the memories brought forth were the ones where the drones broke out of their confinement, converting and transforming Dream’s former friends.

They capture her and drag her over to processing, being fucked by them, becoming puppet dragged along with those memories that no longer even had context and meaning to her blanking mind.

The walk up to standing into the pod, getting rubber suited, every one of these memories were deleted, till the newest memory being recalled was the memory forming right now. It was constantly deleted, kept in a constant state of nothingness, while information needed to function within the collective was being download into her mind, imprinted into the new space made free by the reformatting process. Her vast knowledge and intellect being recorded and stored for later use, while even some of this was culled from Dream’s mind, like how to make the perfect Dutch chocolate cake? Gone.

Eventually the process was completed, “Installation complete. Drone D-721 is now operational,” the voice stated, the command to recall her earliest memory? That was forgotten, not even needed any longer. The perfectly blank drone with white soulless eyes was now revealed as the tentacles from her mouth and nose pulled away, taking the hypnotic visor with it. Dream, now D-721 stared at the empty blank that she now is, without thought. Without reason, serving the collective, to bring order to the universe.

She received a command, she was needed to return to her home world and help spread order to it. The pod hissed open, allowing her to step out. She walked down the hallway toward her destination. On the way that same pseudo dragon she saw before but no longer can recall leaps onto her shoulder, eyes blank and emotionless. Rubber covering it from the neck down. V-711 was there to help D-721 in their endeavor. A small mindless spy to get into areas unseen, in order to break into the organic defenses. There was much work to do. After all, the collective is to bring order to the chaos of the universe, and D-721 was now perfectly suited to do just that.