Conversation Chamber Conformity
Come along, l think it’s about time I show you how the drone chambers work.
No, it won’t take too long, I know you’re very busy in the office building. I’m sure you’ve seen our drones around and wondered about how it happens. The conversion process is quick and efficient. Subjects can come from a variety of places. Some volunteer, if you can believe it, others…let’s say sometimes they can fall right into our lap. Ah, what luck, a live demonstration. Take our poor ex-coworker Jeremy here, he tried selling company secrets to a competitor. Tut tut. A clear violation of the employment contract. Clause 152, I think. Oh, did you know him? I guess that doesn’t really matter anymore. His effects have already been burned.
As you can see through the viewing glass, he’s already strapped snugly into the chamber. ‘One I prepared earlier’, so to speak. Sorry, just a bit of nerd humour there. No idea what he’s shouting about thanks to the sound proofing, but he sure is animated! Look at him go. Kinda embarrassing for him I imagine, having people see you completely naked like that. Jeremy might not be a fan of the next stage then.
What did you say! You’ll have to speak up! Forgive me, the chamber machinery on this part can be a bit loud. The spray from those nozzles is preparing his body for the conversion. And of course, the brushes are removing all trace of hair, we learned our lesson there the hard way. Goodbye to his adorable fringe. Huh, how about that, Jeremy looks quite good completely bald. A nice preview of what’s to come. Shame about the angry expression though. Not to worry. Next up is the ‘suiting’.
I’m sure you already know, but our patented suit formula is state of the art. Here it comes, piped in from above. The black latex coating effortlessly bonds with the treated skin. Clinging tightly into every crack and crevice, covering the entire body. It sets almost immediately, so Jeremy’s desperate struggling won’t achieve much.
Ha, ol’ Jere really didn’t want that gag in his mouth. But trust me, it’s necessary. Uh huh. I told you, their face is completely covered by the substance, obscuring all facial details - removing any semblance of individuality, leaving only blank shiny latex behind. Fantastic. Just look at that sleek featureless head. It could be anyone in there. I’m already forgetting what our friend looked like.
Believe it or not, we did at one point experiment with a flesh coloured mixture but frankly it was a bit too creepy. Like faceless dolls. These days we just reserve that for the muscle goons, they make for great security guards. Anyway, there’s a few more tweaks left.
In this case his, ahem, dick isn’t necessary. He’s not a ‘Fuck’ drone after-all…they get made in warehouse C. That process is a bit more hands on. Much better, the latex leaves behind a cute, round null bulge. Consider his cock privileges revoked. We find drones are more productive when left in a perpetual state of pleasure. Always kept on edge. It’s not really visible from here but be assured his rear entrance is being adequately plugged, the latex stretching him out and fusing to his insides. Holes are so…unseemly for the perfect base specimen. It does tend to have the side effect of plumping them up a bit around the back, but I’m not complaining.
Ah, the mind laser, right on cue. My personal favourite. Don’t worry, it’s not a real ‘laser’ - this isn’t the movies. Ha! No, it’s just sending an unending stream of superfluous information to his brain until it’s nothing but slush...
With the use of an infinite feedback loop, his mind is overwhelmed and erased in a matter of minutes. Dehumanised and ready to be synched up with The Program. Any sense of identity and self is disintegrated. Free will, just a distant memory. Freed from the burden of thought.
I’d even be a bit envious of them, if not for the dumb, subservient slave part.
You can see his final attempts at resistance now, slowly ebbing as his brain is overworked like a rusty engine to it’s breaking point. And…snap. Like turning off a light bulb. ‘Jeremy’ has been wiped clean.
Essentially he’s now an empty husk, waiting to be programmed. That’s done via the fused butt plug, somewhat inelegant I admit, but it gets the job done. It does mean they can be a bit slow at times, commands have to basically be delivered by rear end. See him slightly squirm? He’s being setup as a basic grunt model so the programming is very simple. You’ll tell when it’s fully installed as soon as—there, his back stiffens straight to attention like an obedient soldier.
Finally they are barcoded on the forehead - like so, and registered into the network. Honestly, that stuff is exceedingly dull…but don’t tell the eggheads I said that.
And just like that, uh…Jeremy, or should I say DroneB68 is finished. Just another mindless, anonymous, worker drone - imperceptible from any other. Probably about the fiftieth one activated today. You should watch them all lined up, it’s a sight to behold.
Oh, the empty chamber next to theirs? I’m glad you asked. Yes…that’s for the ‘sexual relief unit’ drone conversion. Or the ‘dumpsters’, as we affectionately call them. They’re a miracle for staff morale, everyone needs to…unload every now and then.
The process is a bit different, but you know, it’s the same basic principle. Although in their case, the mouth and rear are drilled open and made hollow. Afterward, they’re forced to watch their belly expand and bloat as it’s inflated to the limit, straining against their panicking hands. A horny emptiness swells and consumes their weakened mind. The added weight makes their movements a bit awkward, waddling around the facility, desperate to serve anyone. A walking hole, a condom. You can usually hear them coming by the sound of their swollen, full bellies sloshing with…well, you get the idea.
Enough banter, back to our fresh drone! Let’s get it out of there.
Oop, stand back, we don’t want you falling in. Hm. Here we are, the completed ‘product’. There is still a bit of ‘him’ in there, buried deep down. Stuck watching his body move without having control. Anything to say, drone? Ah, perfect silence, aside from the faint latex squeaking. Can you believe this thing used to be a software technician?
Eerie huh, like a statue. You can touch if you like, it won’t mind. I never get tired of that texture; the way the light bounces off it’s shiny, large rear. You should see the ‘Toy’ models. Boing.
Time to try some simple commands. Drone. Turn around. See, not even a hint of hesitation. Drone. Perform squats. Drone. Grope your big butt. Aaand…hold that pose. Mm. Sorry, I can’t help myself.
What now? Well, DroneB68 is now ready for processing and testing. It’s just down the hall from the ‘Dog Drone’ kennels. It’s mostly having it do an intense workout, running on a treadmill, assessing their endurance for menial tasks. Once—IF, if they pass, they will be given orders and set to work immediately. Fail and there’s always room for more inanimate display models; I think we’ve already found the perfect permanent pose if that’s the case. I’d show you the testing program in action but, well, we’re somewhat short on time…
So uhhh - sorry, what was your name again? Right. So, are you still planning to leak that email to the press? Apologies, that was rhetorical; you already made your choice. Surprised? Don’t be. Aww. It’s going to be a huge shame to lose that pretty face. Now now, hold still while we get you strapped into the ‘relief unit’ chamber. Oh hush. That big blabber mouth of yours will soon be VERY accommodating.
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*gluuckgluckgluck* *pppsssshhhh* *sqrrrkkk*
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Drone. Stand to attention. Aaah. What an inviting hole you have. Another flawless conversion. DroneB69. It has a nice ring to it. Don’t you agree? Step forward and on your knees. Cum. Dumpster.
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