You all know me, I make my effort to not half ass anything, which means I had to actually go and study a bit of code to make sure this was as accurate as possible. hope you enjoy a brand new series in the making
Source: Latexperiment
Brain OS [Version 12.18.2020]
System hardware diagnostics.....
Communication_Drive... update complete
Casing... update complete
Life Support... update complete
Power Supply... update complete
Data Transmitter... no hardware found
Data Receiver... installation complete
...
Hardware diagnostics complete... no errors found
System boot complete...
Going online
“My god, what the hell is going on? Wait a second, where am I? And why do I sound so- OH MY FUCK!”
To call Milo’s awakening “shocking” would be the understatement of the year. As far as he knew, he’d had a good night on the town, scoped out some fun clubs, and hit it off with a few good guys and gals. He’d hit up a real classy intelectual type, and got sufficiently drunk by the end of the night. She had the pleasant decency to hail him a drunk cab. Honestly, though, after passing out in the back of the cab, he can’t remember anything.
And now, here she was, waking up in this white chamber, like a void. There was no stimulation of any sort, and she was stuck with her thoughts; thoughts that kept wandering back to the body she was now faced with. The feminine curves, the lipstick and nails, the long hair. God forbid whoever this was had the decency to cure her stigmatism, and actually help her. Hell, they took the time to give her new feminine frames with lenses matching her prescription. Who does that? And what was this outfit? Latex on her like a second skin, no zippers to be found, except between her legs. She could feel it, though, something more was going on
Part 2
Order Drone OS [Version 12.18.2020] Installed Complete
C:\User\Milo\system32\drivers
Running drivers update...
C:\User\Milo\system32>net.exe stop frontal_lobe
The Frontal_Lobe service is stopping.
Oh, god, it’s getting really hard to think. What is going on with my head right now? It’s so hard to think, so difficult, maybe I should just not try to think right now. That… that’s too much work.
The Frontal_Lobe service was stopped successfully.
Installing Hive_Mind_Connection service at C:\User\Milo\system32\drivers\Frontal_Lobe...
Installation complete
C:\User\Milo\system32\driver\Sensory_Lobe.exe updating
Why does my whole body… feel so good… so sensitive… maybe if I just rub myself… that’s so nice...
Sensory_lobe.exe update complete
Emptying C:\User\Milo\Temporal_Lobe\Hippocampus
>Delete all files
Files deleted
W-where am I… who am I? Everything is so fuzzy… so soft… so empty… my body feels so good… yes… just… keep… rubbing… I can feel it… in my head… the others… the rest of The Order… this is my life now… this is what I am… a drone… an empty shell… existence is pleasure… existence is bliss…
C:\Users\Milo\system32\drivers\Parietal_Lobe.exe updating
There is nothing in the world but The Order Hive. those who are not part of it must become drones, for all of mankind to thrive. This unit’s name is not Milo…
Part 3
Order Drone OS [Version 12.18.2020]
>useraccount where name='Milo' rename Drone_6325
Rebooting system...
Activating personality subroutines...
Where am I? What’s going on? Why can’t I feel any of my sisters?
Peace, Darling, you are safe. This is Assimilator 965, the one who picked you up last night. I see you’re feeling sober now.
Oh, yes, of course, Assimilator, this drone has no use for alcoholic substances. Why can’t I feel the rest of the hive? We’re not in trouble are we? I’d hate to think anything happened to our other sisters
No, Drone 6325, nothing is wrong. We are simply in an isolated point to help protect our anonymity during the conversion process. Do not fret, as we will be able to feel them all as soon as we leave this
building. We’ll be on our way as soon as we run a diagnostics on you
Oh, of course *giggles* I can do that easy. I have complete control of all my body functions, and can communicate with you despite having no knowledge of where you are, meaning our telepathic
link has been successfully established. My name is Drone 6325.
Very good, Darling, and what is your purpose?
My Purpose is Assimilation Assistance. I aid my designated assimilator, in collecting more drones to run the hive. My Designated Assimilator is Assimilator 965, which is you.
Very good, and remember, when in public, your name is ‘Mila’
I love your caps
ReplyDeleteI really love drone stories, and this one's excellent. You did a great job of exploring the process of the mental changes.
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