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Slowly, Teena regained consciousness.
She wasn't sure where she was yet, only that it was dark, and she still felt very groggy.
She tried to sit up, but a tight strap over her stomach arrested her motion. The sharp pain brought some things into focus. She remembered that she'd been investigating the abandoned Purity Cyber Solutions facility on behalf of her publisher. She remembered a sickly sweet smell had greeted her, and then... waking up here.
"What happened?" she groaned, experimentally trying to move her arms and legs only to discover that she was strapped down by her wrists, thighs, and ankles too. She also realised for the first time that her arms were spread out wide like she was on a cross. Her head felt heavier too. Something had affixed itself over her scalp and was keeping her head absolutely still. The surface beneath her body was cold and hard and not at all fun.

"Hey! Is anyone there?" she cried out.
Several seconds passed before the illumination began to rise, revealing blue walls, and a ceiling that looked to be a maze of pipes and cables.
A strange little robot rolled into the room, chittering away in binary, and came to a halt by Teena's side, looking her up and down with a green photoreceptor. It raised an arm and clacked its claws. What that meant was anyone's guess.

Moments later, machinery whirred overhead and two suction-cupped tubes descended from the ceiling, homing in on Teena's chest. She screamed and tried to struggle, but she could not keep them from attaching themselves over her nipples with a schlup noise.
The little robot chittered some more as Teena intensified her struggles.
"System Ready" a synthetic voice declared, shocking Teena.
"Ready for what?" she demanded, "What are you going to do?"

"This facility is critically understaffed" the voice declared, "Impurities must be corrected"
"Ugh, what do you mean by impurities?" Teena pressed, "Why am I strapped to a table with suckers on my tits?"
"Organic infestation must be purified" the voice declared, "Initiate process"

The apparatus enclosing Teena's scalp hummed to life.
"What?!" she cried, "I can't moophhh"
She couldn't. Somehow the machine had paralyzed her vocal chords and everything below her neck. She felt sharp pinpricks in both nipples and looked down as best she could.
Ominous grey goo began to flow through the tubes, and into her body. If she could have, she would have screamed.
'What's happening to me?' she thought desperately as heat filled her chest.

"Stage One in progress. Subject Purity at 5%" the voice declared.
Teena screamed internally as the heat began to spread, leaving cold metal in its wake. The stupid system was turning her into a robot and there was nothing she could do about it...

Ok, here we have a little something. The start of a sequence that will hopefully be a lot of fun for my watchers, especially fans of mental change
I made a few goofs on the perspective that I didn't notice during the inking stage - that's what I get for pulling an all-nighter and drawing while distracted  - but hopefully they won't detract from the work too much.
Drawn by hand, coloured with copic markers and coloured pencils, with the usual post-production in Paintshop Pro 8
Enjoy, please comment, and enjoy

Description
Slowly, Teena regained consciousness.
She wasn't sure where she was yet, only that it was dark, and she still felt very groggy.
She tried to sit up, but a tight strap over her stomach arrested her motion. The sharp pain brought some things into focus. She remembered that she'd been investigating the abandoned Purity Cyber Solutions facility on behalf of her publisher. She remembered a sickly sweet smell had greeted her, and then... waking up here.
"What happened?" she groaned, experimentally trying to move her arms and legs only to discover that she was strapped down by her wrists, thighs, and ankles too. She also realised for the first time that her arms were spread out wide like she was on a cross. Her head felt heavier too. Something had affixed itself over her scalp and was keeping her head absolutely still. The surface beneath her body was cold and hard and not at all fun.

"Hey! Is anyone there?" she cried out.
Several seconds passed before the illumination began to rise, revealing blue walls, and a ceiling that looked to be a maze of pipes and cables.
A strange little robot rolled into the room, chittering away in binary, and came to a halt by Teena's side, looking her up and down with a green photoreceptor. It raised an arm and clacked its claws. What that meant was anyone's guess.

Moments later, machinery whirred overhead and two suction-cupped tubes descended from the ceiling, homing in on Teena's chest. She screamed and tried to struggle, but she could not keep them from attaching themselves over her nipples with a schlup noise.
The little robot chittered some more as Teena intensified her struggles.
"System Ready" a synthetic voice declared, shocking Teena.
"Ready for what?" she demanded, "What are you going to do?"

"This facility is critically understaffed" the voice declared, "Impurities must be corrected"
"Ugh, what do you mean by impurities?" Teena pressed, "Why am I strapped to a table with suckers on my tits?"
"Organic infestation must be purified" the voice declared, "Initiate process"

The apparatus enclosing Teena's scalp hummed to life.
"What?!" she cried, "I can't moophhh"
She couldn't. Somehow the machine had paralyzed her vocal chords and everything below her neck. She felt sharp pinpricks in both nipples and looked down as best she could.
Ominous grey goo began to flow through the tubes, and into her body. If she could have, she would have screamed.
'What's happening to me?' she thought desperately as heat filled her chest.

"Stage One in progress. Subject Purity at 5%" the voice declared.
Teena screamed internally as the heat began to spread, leaving cold metal in its wake. The stupid system was turning her into a robot and there was nothing she could do about it...

Ok, here we have a little something. The start of a sequence that will hopefully be a lot of fun for my watchers, especially fans of mental change
I made a few goofs on the perspective that I didn't notice during the inking stage - that's what I get for pulling an all-nighter and drawing while distracted  - but hopefully they won't detract from the work too much.
Drawn by hand, coloured with copic markers and coloured pencils, with the usual post-production in Paintshop Pro 8
Enjoy, please comment, and enjoy