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Nate undergoes a procedure to make him a robot (revised)
by Anonymous
It was late already at the Chain Drive, and the joint was jumping. Music blared from the jukebox as Nate stepped into the door of his favorite bar. He grabbed his usual poison from the bar and made his first circuit around, chatting with his usual friends and eyeing some of the newcomers in the main bar area. The second was through the special doorway that kept smoke isolated in the main part of the bar, making it easier for everyone to breathe. That's what made this joint so popular - everyone could find a space for themselves.It was in the smoking section that Nate spied the newcomer. This new guy was tall - almost 6'3" and of bearish build, but very muscular. His stubble was close-cropped yet thick five o'clock shadow. He wore mirrored shades, which made for an anonymous look about him which Nate found very alluring. He made another circuit and the refreshed his drink before sidling up near the stranger.
"Evenin'," said Nate. The stranger just nodded. "What'cha drinkin'?" Nate asked.
"Just Coke. I like to keep my head on straight in a place like this. You never know who you'll meet." The stranger's voice was deep and almost without inflection. If Nate hadn't known better, he might have thought it was a computer generated voice. With the noise and music, there was no way to really tell.
"Cool." said Nate. "I'm Nate, by the way." He extended his hand to the stranger.
The stranger extended his. "Randy." he said, again with no inflection. Randy's hands were cool, clammy almost but not wet. He didn't seem to show any indication that he cared if Nate talked to him or not.
Nate was almost bored with him already. As a hot number went by, Nate allowed his head and eyes to follow, thereby missing the lightning-like jab that Randy's hand made, pouring some liquid into Nate's drink. By the time Nates' head had turned back, Randy was back in his same position.
Nate downed the rest of his drink and, without realizing it, the potion that Randy had spiked it with. Lucas stood still for a moment, an odd expression crossing his face as the potion did its thing. He shivered, then his pose relaxed...softened somewhat.
"How do you feel, Nate?" asked Randy, his voice still showing no trace of emotion or inflection.
"I...I...I... feel fine," said Nate, whose own voice was now drifting towards a monotone.
"That's good," stated Randy. "You'll do as I say now, won't you?" Silence from Nate for a bit. There was the faintest hint of struggle from Nate's eyes, then a completely glazed look covered them.
"Yes, just as you say, Randy. I'll do as you say." Nates' voice was now perfectly monotone.
"Now, Nate. Go say goodbye to your friends and come meet me at the front door," Randy ordered.
"Yes, goodbye to my friends...meet you at the front door..." Nate mumbled with no inflection in his voice. With that, he turned and made a reverse circuit of the bar, waving to his friends and saying goodbye, but his voice held no hint of emotion. But, due to the music and distance, none of his friends noticed.
At the door, Nate met Randy and lead him to a car parked at the far side of the lot. Within half an hour, they arrived at a downtown hotel. None of the staff paid much attention as the two men rode the elevator up to the 14th floor. Randy was almost anonymous in blue jeans and beaten leather jacket; his face hidden behind the glasses and beard. Nate, 21 years old, stood at approximately 6 foot 2 inches, very defined but not big at all, approximately 170 pounds. He was dressed similarly, just jeans and denim jacket with sneakers to Randy's boots. He sported very thick dark blond stubble on his face and thick tufts of chest hair could be seen peeking over the top of his skintight t-shirt.
While Randy's expression (if he had one at all) was hidden by glasses and beard, Nate's face was blank. The drug had that effect. He only responded if first spoken to, and no one tried to approach the two men.
Once inside the hotel room, Nate simply stood by the bed. He had no thoughts or ideas of his own; his mind a blank slate waiting for orders and to be programmed. Randy was somewhat more animated, moving thru the room methodically, taking off his jacket and retrieving a suitcase from the closet.
Once that was done, he opened it and took off his sunglasses. Then, had there been another observer, the strangeness of his eyes would have struck the average person.
Randy's eyes held a strange quality to them: they were hard, not in the sense of maliciousness, but lacking totally any human characteristic - like hard plastic instead of human eyes. There was no light or emotion to them; no soul behind them.
"Nate, remove your clothes now." Randy ordered, again with no hint of inflection or emotion.
"Yes...remove my clothes," mumbled the completely calm and controlled Nate. He quickly and obediently removed them, letting his clothing fall in a heap about him.
Once Nate had stripped, Randy looked approvingly over his body. It was in good shape. Though he was very hairy, his muscle definition clearly showed through. As Randy was taking some equipment out of the suitcase, Nate started to blink, and slowly, awareness came back into his eyes and face. He started to register just where he was and what he was doing.
"Wha...wha....what.... are.... you doing?" asked Nate. His voice coming back with a very small amount of its normal human tones.
"You're awake again." asked Randy. Again, no tone or inflection in his voice. It was a statement of fact, not a question. "That is not as it should be."
"I am preparing to assimilate you, Nate. I have been programmed to seek out those of a specific physical type and administer the programming nanites to them. You fit the specifications and I will administer the nanite probes," Randy said as matter of factly as one would say "It's raining outside."
"Now, get on the bed so I can strap you down," Randy said.
"Yes okay" droned Nate. "I must obey", as he began to lose his sense of self again quickly.
Nate turned and headed toward the bed and calmly laid down.
"I must obey" Nate droned mindlessly.
"Now you will get onto the bed so I can continue with the procedure," Randy ordered, again with no emotion. Nate immediately complied.
Randy quickly grabbed straps from the side of the bed and tightened them so that the prone figure was secured quickly in case of any resistance.
"Now to explain, Nate." said Randy, again in his matter of fact voice. "Your body meets the specification that my Masters desire in their assimilation program. Therefore I am going to inject you with nanite probes to convert you into an human like android.
"This procedure was done to me. Since then, the technique has improved and is quite painless. I will now inject you with the numbing agent." Nate could only stare as Randy moved quickly. Nate felt a pinprick at his arm and then quickly his mind went utterly blank, feeling nothing and caring about nothing. Nate's face and jaw went slack. He showed no emotion as his mind turned into a blank slate. He passed out.
As Nate's head lolled to one side, Randy took out a large syringe and quickly applied its content into Nate's neck. The nanite probes quickly spread through Nates' body. Randy stood nearby, quietly timing the spread of the probes with his internal clock. After waiting some 15 minutes to ensure the probes were evenly distributed throughout Nate's body, Randy took out a small box that looked like a remote control unit.
He pressed a button and sent the radio command to the nanite probes to begin the transformation sequence. Nate's body began to change. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed, the probes took the raw materials from Nates' organic form and changed it into a plastic and synthetic structure that was stronger than Nates' original body but looked basically 100% identical to its old form.
Inside Nates's brain, the nanites carefully replicated the neural pathways that made up his personality, yet put them under control of a central processing unit.. Nate's old mind went into permanent storage and a completely robotic personality took its place. From the outside, the hairy body became smoother as the nanites ingested the hair and replaced it with a synthetic skin. Soon Nate was reduced to a smooth, synthetic body, still retaining his original shape, but now hairless, for the moment.
Randy waited patiently from the bedside. His own personality had long ago been turned off. He could only respond as a robot. His masters hoped this new formula of nanites might retain more of a human personality and be indistinguishable from real humans.
The thick blond hair on Nate's head began to grow back. Thick dark blond stubble grew back on his face too, but from the neck down, he was especially covered in thick and wiry blondish "hair" on his upper chest, pectorals, forearms, backs of his hands, and even some thin hair past his elbows, ass, pubes, pits, thighs and legs down onto his feet, all of which appeared completely real to the human eye at a glance and would feel as real as possible.
Nates' eyes fluttered open... there was a just a tiny hint of awareness in them for a few seconds. Just a hint of the old personality of Nate. He was aware - aware of himself and what was going on, but just as that awareness awakened, it was fading again rapidly.
The robot personality of Nate had permanently taken over, and quickly what was/had been Nate was stored away in the old, replaced neural pathways of Nate's former mind. His last fading thoughts became: ...bot... robot.. they made me into a robot. I'm just a robot now...Robot now... robot now.. robot........n....o.....w. (click)
Nate was gone. Just the robot remained. Nates' eyes snapped open. Only they were plastic eyes. Hard plastic. Nothing of Nate's personality was behind them, just a soulless being. Randy undid the strap wordlessly and Nate sat up. They quickly and silently dressed and left the hotel room.
MUCH LATER...
Nate, behind mirrored sunglasses, sits in a bar, waiting as a young man approaches him and sits down next to him, admiring Nate's young masculine body....
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