HIVE: MIR-01 - ANOTHER ASSIMILATION: DRONE-343
He stood there powerful and commanding. Les Scamfer, Director of Strategic Analysis Division for the State of Washington, North America. The lean body with the power white dress shirt and pencil black tie. The office 11 stories of the streets of Seattle. The floor to ceiling windows overlooking the sound and Space Needle.
Commanding respect and 4 levels of bureaucracy with a staff of 128. His reach extended from Vancouver to Portland to Spokane.
18 years of government service. 2 years till he was required to give it up. The state retirement age approached. And there were 3 young bucks jostling for position to claim the throne.
But not all was as it seemed. Endless reports. Bickering staff. Political grenades lobbed by any rival that sensed weakness or opportunity. Les was tired. Les was frustrated.
Endless late-night tasks that were thankless had also equaled little time for family, relationships.
HELL, even a good fucking!
He had on rare occasion went to Steamworks. It was unheard of him taking a trick back to the office; his back on the desktop, the contents swept to the floor; his legs in the air, ankles locked behind the thrusting stallion.
Another late night found the boss at his desk. The stack of bureaucracy negating the ability to observe the Seattle skyline and marvel at the beauty. Another lost perk of the job lost to the slog. Only the lamp to provide illumination.
He was fucking tired. Late nights, stress was building into ulcers, his hair was greying faster than he wanted to admit. His body less lean and more dad bod. The ability to hit the gym, to have good meals a thing of the past.
Les just wanted to shut the door and weep.
Drone-767 had been monitoring Les. The analytical mind. The organizational protocols that came naturally. The isolation.
The HIVE had locked onto the subject when Les had entered several DRONE chat rooms. With every key stroke. With every dead of night session. With every stroking of his cock through the webcam as Les read drone porn. The analysis returned a highly compatible match to the HIVE: MIR-01.
Now DRONE-767 stood in the doorway. Its metallic emerald green rubber body reflecting the minimal amount of light. Its metallic blue steel boots silent on the carpet, its gloves silently creaking. The binaural rhythms that had been playing from Les' computer for the last 4 hours programming him.
The programming had him unaware. Complete focus on the report in front of him.
Moving behind the human, DRONE-767 observed silent tears and that posture that just screams defeat.
The drone could feel the buzz of an interlink mis-aligned and trying to connect.
Bracing a blue-steel rubber glove on the human's right shoulder, another in the form of a fist pressed gently against the junction of the spinal cord and the base of the skull.
The neural spike shot from DRONE-767's gloved fist and buried itself in the grey matter where tendrils interwove with the tissues.
Pain like nuclear fire exploded behind the human's eyes. His head wrenched around but the placement of both drone's gloves secured safe incision without shredding the brain tissue.
A short scream was cut off as DRONE-767 downloaded programming through the neural spike. It read brain patterns and deep thoughts. It transmitted the formal query to the soon-to-be drone. It practically screamed YES! YES! THIS IS WHAT I LONGED FOR!!!
There was no need for any further regulation. The newly acquired subject's eye glowed with the download of both nanobots and protocols.
It took 6.32 minutes for the download of information and infrastructure to be duplicated from DRONE-767.
At first the pain was excruciating. As the nanobots spread and rewrote the soon-to-be-former human the firestorm raged. Command pathways forcibly redirected. Muscles rubberized and reinforced. All dad bod fat and excess consumed and utilized to recreate the human into perfection.
The visor in place, the drone was in the final stages. The hypnospirals searing into the neural processing pathways through the visual sensors and cortex. Even if the process was stopped at this point, the human would be a vegetable, unable to function without connection to the HIVE.
The Interlink was now established It had been collected. It had submitted. It was now a unit in conversion. The human was no more.
Its first DIRECTIVE: Report to Cleansing Chamber. DIRECTIVE: REMOVE Cranial Follicles. The nanobots took care of the rest of the body structure. The human's follicles would be consumed by the nanobots. The muscular-skeletal structure would be smooth when the nano-rubber coating was created out of its epidermis.
The drone grasped the sink as its interface shaft was improved to 46cm and an 11cm thickness. The sink cracked from the grip as the shaft and orb sac was slipped into the nanorubber containment sleeve. The evacuation port inserts grafted and forced the release that fed the DNA sequence to the nanorubber.
In the drone's former office, DRONE-767 sat at the desk. It tapped on the keyboard of the computer and mobile communicator of the former human. At the speed of quantum computing, all assets and possessions were transferred to the HIVE accounts. Powers of Attorneys and Legal transfer paperwork were created.
On the desk was a printed copy of the email sent to Scamfer's superior and Human Resources. DRONE-767 resigned the newly converted drone from its job and activity groups. All friends and associates received notice that he had said "FUCK IT! I'm tired of the government drone life. I'm sick of wearing the noose of the man. I am going on a vacation. Not sure of the destination. Leave an email and I will get back to you. PEACE OUT!"
DRONE-343 reported to DRONE-767
"DESIGNATION: DRONE-343 ASSIGNMENT: SUB-DRONE CONTROL UNIT: DRONE-767 STATUS: AWAITING DIRECTIVE"
"*INTERLINK ESTABLISHED* PROCEED TO OPERATIONS BASE"
As the elevator doors closed. three more drones were ACTIVATED. The HIVE INTERLINK amplified. HIVE: MIR-01 GROWTH CONFIRMED DRONE-343 connection was stable. ASSIMILATION - DRONE-343: COMPLETE
DRONES OBEY.
