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Dream didn't put up any more fight as she walked through the halls of ZylaTech's drone processing plant.

The visor on her face was far too effective at stamping out any of those ideas. Nothing that she could imagine, no words she could form, were able to escape the prodding hypnotic thoughts as they attacked her over and over again. The concept of lifting her hand in rebellion was replaced with 'step forward', speaking of her own accord was replaced with 'left foot two degrees left'. All she could feel was the squeaking and shuffling of rubber over her form. It was merely a replacement of her previously aristocratic look, barcoded and glossy.

She looked much like the test subject she knew she was going to be. But did that matter? She could- [I]continue stepping forward and submit for processing[/i] like the visor told her to do. That was a better option. Fighting was so tiring.

"Test Subject 721 in position." Dream heard but couldn't respond to the sounds of Queen Zyla's synthetic voice from behind her. The heavy steps of boots on stone were not enough to rouse her past the almighty control of the technological marvel, nor loud enough to break her from the conditioning of days past. How long had she been here, being programmed and changed? It felt like every thought and emotion was on a string, crystallized, and stored for later use. It was just...

So distant.

"V2 Unit 13 administering changes." the drone spoke as it came into view for a moment, sparking a second of awareness.

V2s. The most modified drones of all. Powerful war machines that were able to wipe out platoons of soldiers. Stripped of all chances of removing their rubber, they had no ability to gain freedom. Even the usual quirks that the lesser drone models had were effectively unheard of, wiped away by the nanotechnology and incredible brainwashing. It was rarely used, but someone with the powers of Victory Vixen had found herself on the wrong side of a transformation pod. The matte rubber machine before her may bear the shape and powers, but the memories were merely part of the robotic brain. What stood now was a slave, a tool that was below all others.

"Affirmative." Dream's tongue lazily said what the visor told her to say. No more, no less. Just a single word of assent.

"Unit 13 beginning process." The mouthless slave clicked a button on a tablet, manually activating the ring.

A band of glowing green slowly worked its way over Dream's body. A 3D printer in real space, rebuilding whatever it touched without hesitation. No more gray, no more Dream. Soon, there would be a new entity standing in her place. Something she could scarcely imagine, even under her own power. The visor just made it worse.

'What will I become?' she managed to think... before the ring passed her face. Then, it was over.

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Dream didn't put up any more fight as she walked through the halls of ZylaTech's drone processing plant.

The visor on her face was far too effective at stamping out any of those ideas. Nothing that she could imagine, no words she could form, were able to escape the prodding hypnotic thoughts as they attacked her over and over again. The concept of lifting her hand in rebellion was replaced with 'step forward', speaking of her own accord was replaced with 'left foot two degrees left'. All she could feel was the squeaking and shuffling of rubber over her form. It was merely a replacement of her previously aristocratic look, barcoded and glossy.

She looked much like the test subject she knew she was going to be. But did that matter? She could- [I]continue stepping forward and submit for processing[/i] like the visor told her to do. That was a better option. Fighting was so tiring.

"Test Subject 721 in position." Dream heard but couldn't respond to the sounds of Queen Zyla's synthetic voice from behind her. The heavy steps of boots on stone were not enough to rouse her past the almighty control of the technological marvel, nor loud enough to break her from the conditioning of days past. How long had she been here, being programmed and changed? It felt like every thought and emotion was on a string, crystallized, and stored for later use. It was just...

So distant.

"V2 Unit 13 administering changes." the drone spoke as it came into view for a moment, sparking a second of awareness.

V2s. The most modified drones of all. Powerful war machines that were able to wipe out platoons of soldiers. Stripped of all chances of removing their rubber, they had no ability to gain freedom. Even the usual quirks that the lesser drone models had were effectively unheard of, wiped away by the nanotechnology and incredible brainwashing. It was rarely used, but someone with the powers of Victory Vixen had found herself on the wrong side of a transformation pod. The matte rubber machine before her may bear the shape and powers, but the memories were merely part of the robotic brain. What stood now was a slave, a tool that was below all others.

"Affirmative." Dream's tongue lazily said what the visor told her to say. No more, no less. Just a single word of assent.

"Unit 13 beginning process." The mouthless slave clicked a button on a tablet, manually activating the ring.

A band of glowing green slowly worked its way over Dream's body. A 3D printer in real space, rebuilding whatever it touched without hesitation. No more gray, no more Dream. Soon, there would be a new entity standing in her place. Something she could scarcely imagine, even under her own power. The visor just made it worse.

'What will I become?' she managed to think... before the ring passed her face. Then, it was over.

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