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"Hm." Dream Searcher wandered the labyrinthine halls of the nameless factory, her eyes glancing this way.

She had only recently even found out that this place existed, but moreso she was curious in how there was no security. She'd simply been allowed to slip past the sleepy guard and continue her way down the aisles and rows of machinery, casually tapping at a few screens to pull up diagnostics and codes. Not a single camera had been visible the entire time the rubber clad dragoness was busily looking through the area, leaving her to walk in total obscurity and loneliness. The sounds of work were always heard, but they were so far in the background that she didn't even consider paying attention to them.

Honestly, she expected more.

One of the myriad of workers walked past her, actually bumping into her shoulder before continuing on. The glowing faced nobody was seemingly completely unaware of the infiltrator, merely walking past to find its next role. There it would pick up a box and start to move it, walking with purpose. Dream could only speculate that its muscles were enhanced or something was keeping the vulpine drone working for so long, since that box looked heavy as hell. Were they built just to work like some dystopian Amazon?

'Actually, an interesting idea.' she thought to herself, tapping her chin. Maybe she could take some of this technology and...

INTRUDER DETECTED! suddenly blared from behind her as two metal arms grabbed her about the wrists.

"What are you...?!" Dream started to speak but was cut off by the next super loud intercom announcement:

BEGIN ASSIMILATION

Dream didn't have time to question the situation as a crimson beam split the air and sliced through her gray rubber pants. Then it worked its way along her body, shredding and melting away everything in the way. If it wasn't for her draconic heritage, the heat might have actually been painful. It was lucky that the golden scales actually protected her, but she still felt the metaphorical burn of being bared so heavily in front of so many others. Her cheeks burned gold and ruby as she tried to fight free, but there was no give in these machines. The arms were too strong, too perfectly crafted. But maybe if...

A pink visor slipped on her face, flashing so many things at once. Bright lights, fractals, spirals, digital code. Every possible permutation of what could be used to get past her defenses came as a brute force blitz, disrupting her attempts to fight and even think almost instantly. Which one worked was well past her to understand as it was just so fast, but she quickly had her eyes go blank and half-lidded. Only one word, one repeating itself time and again, mattered to the empty headed dragon.

OBEY

She didn't even notice the rubber running up her body, the goop connecting itself against her form. It roiled over her shoulders, her bust, and even up her neck. Slowly and surely, it connected to the new visor and replaced it, assimilating tech into tech. Her breathing became ragged and then regular as it was filtered through a built in gas mask, calming down as the program and pleasure took over. Her body went slack for a moment just before the heart on her chest glowed to life in a bright, off white light.

Drone 721 snapped to attention, saluted, and then marched off. There were 22 hours of assigned orders to fulfill, packages to find.

And a drone must OBEY.

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Drawn by Rem_Phase on Twitter twitter.com/Rem_Phase02

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"Hm." Dream Searcher wandered the labyrinthine halls of the nameless factory, her eyes glancing this way.

She had only recently even found out that this place existed, but moreso she was curious in how there was no security. She'd simply been allowed to slip past the sleepy guard and continue her way down the aisles and rows of machinery, casually tapping at a few screens to pull up diagnostics and codes. Not a single camera had been visible the entire time the rubber clad dragoness was busily looking through the area, leaving her to walk in total obscurity and loneliness. The sounds of work were always heard, but they were so far in the background that she didn't even consider paying attention to them.

Honestly, she expected more.

One of the myriad of workers walked past her, actually bumping into her shoulder before continuing on. The glowing faced nobody was seemingly completely unaware of the infiltrator, merely walking past to find its next role. There it would pick up a box and start to move it, walking with purpose. Dream could only speculate that its muscles were enhanced or something was keeping the vulpine drone working for so long, since that box looked heavy as hell. Were they built just to work like some dystopian Amazon?

'Actually, an interesting idea.' she thought to herself, tapping her chin. Maybe she could take some of this technology and...

INTRUDER DETECTED! suddenly blared from behind her as two metal arms grabbed her about the wrists.

"What are you...?!" Dream started to speak but was cut off by the next super loud intercom announcement:

BEGIN ASSIMILATION

Dream didn't have time to question the situation as a crimson beam split the air and sliced through her gray rubber pants. Then it worked its way along her body, shredding and melting away everything in the way. If it wasn't for her draconic heritage, the heat might have actually been painful. It was lucky that the golden scales actually protected her, but she still felt the metaphorical burn of being bared so heavily in front of so many others. Her cheeks burned gold and ruby as she tried to fight free, but there was no give in these machines. The arms were too strong, too perfectly crafted. But maybe if...

A pink visor slipped on her face, flashing so many things at once. Bright lights, fractals, spirals, digital code. Every possible permutation of what could be used to get past her defenses came as a brute force blitz, disrupting her attempts to fight and even think almost instantly. Which one worked was well past her to understand as it was just so fast, but she quickly had her eyes go blank and half-lidded. Only one word, one repeating itself time and again, mattered to the empty headed dragon.

OBEY

She didn't even notice the rubber running up her body, the goop connecting itself against her form. It roiled over her shoulders, her bust, and even up her neck. Slowly and surely, it connected to the new visor and replaced it, assimilating tech into tech. Her breathing became ragged and then regular as it was filtered through a built in gas mask, calming down as the program and pleasure took over. Her body went slack for a moment just before the heart on her chest glowed to life in a bright, off white light.

Drone 721 snapped to attention, saluted, and then marched off. There were 22 hours of assigned orders to fulfill, packages to find.

And a drone must OBEY.

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Drawn by Rem_Phase on Twitter twitter.com/Rem_Phase02

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