Processed
The Black Void - Episode 2604
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The pain is getting too much for you to concentrate. "Please..." you say.
"I don't think I should walk on this leg..." "Understood." the silver skinned robotwoman says with a smile. She carefully pulls your skirt up to take a look at your knee; almost immediately she gently places her hand there, and you feel your skin get sucked against a small circular section in her palm. A moment later a loss of feeling radiates from the place she touched. "Don't worry. Just a local anaesthetic. I'm properly equipped for this position." she says with a hint of pride that was so human that you almost forgot you were talking to a machine. Without further words she lowered her arms beneath your knees and shoulders, picking you up with ease. Being carried in the arms of a female android like a bride doesn't fail to startle you. Could your day get any weirder? With you in her arms, the android walks down corridor, after corridor. You take the opportunity to take a closer look at the secretary. Her skin looks like polished silver, or chrome, with here and there a faint seam, presumably the same underneath her attire. Her face is detailed, and has almost all features of a human face. Obviously, her face is the same shiny silver as the rest of her exterior; she has no hair either. Aside from being bald and silver, her head also lacks ears; instead, she has flattened disks with three slits diagonally running across them. Probably some sort of microphones, you surmise. The blue irises of her eyes seem to glow faintly, while her pupils are black (although, you can easily imagine camera lenses behind them). And yet, despite these features, you can't help but think how human her face is. "Who modeled for her face?" you wonder to yourself. Finally you arrive at your destination: a large metal door with an iris scanner, or some other biometric reading device (you're not entirely sure, but you remember seeing something similar at an airport). Despite this, the android doesn't slow down, and the door unlocks and slides open for her. This doesn't seem to be part of the regular clinic. The other doors were the kind with regular door knobs, and had no locks whatsoever. Also, this examination room has to be larger than the others judging from the distances between the aforementioned doors. In the center of the room is... Kind of hard to tell what it really is, but it's about the size of a bed, has two arches at each end. Below it is a solid block of machinery; perfectly fused with the upper part. Blinking lights show it's active. At one end there are thick segmented tubes at both sides that go into the floor. If this is an examination table, it's very high-tech. Very high-tech. The android gently places you on this "examination table". "At least the padding is comfortable." you think to yourself. "Excuse me, miss?" the android says suddenly. "I'm sorry, but you have to be undressed. Would you mind if I assist you?" Undressed? Is that really necessary? You sigh and nod. "Sure." What does it matter if she sees you naked? She's a robot, a machine. With a nod of her own and a smile the android secretary starts to unzip your boots, while you start with your jacket and sweater. Soon you are completely nude. Holding your neatly folded clothes, the android takes one step back. Noises coming from your left and your right startle you. Two curved translucent doors emerged from the sides, trapping you inside the examination table. You're starting to panic. "Aren't you going to do something about my knee?" you ask the android. "Don't worry. Your knee will be as good as new, along with the rest of you." she says with a friendly smile. Another noise, this time from the end where your feet are at, signals the sudden tilting of the examination table ("sarcophagus" is more like it). It stops at an angle of 45 degrees. The noise doesn't. You feel a strange cold feeling at your feet. Looking down, you can see a grey liquid pooring in. Your breathing becomes faster, you try to slam your hands on the sealed doors, but something is preventing you from moving. "Try and be calm." you hear the android say. "Being processed isn't painful." "Processed"!? The memory of what she said earlier comes back to you. "Please follow me and I will take you for processing." Your mind was too much on the pain in your knee to take note of that last word. The liquid is already at your chest. What does "processing" mean? Before you can think any further the liquid forces its way into your mouth, then your nose and ears, until you are completely submerged. Slowly your conscience drifts away. On startup your first thought processes are pleasantly clear and unburdened. Your internal sensors tell you your posture and balance are well within parameters, and that you are standing upright, as opposed to the 45 degree angle before you lost conscience. The first data from your optical sensors is fed into your electronic brain; showing the image of a silver and bald woman you recognize immediately. It's your reflection. You have become an android.
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