Clarke sighed as he rubbed his head in frustration, unwilling to spend anymore time in the suffocating metal bucket as he turned to leave.

“Some futuristic shit this is, can’t even get a…what the hell? Door stuck?”

Banging on the metallic panel as it refuses to budge, Clarke raises one foot, ready to deliver a heavy kick before a sudden tug on the one remaining foot planted on the ground sends him falling over backwards, the resulting impact with the bench built in to the Nu-You’s walls knocking Clarke unconscious as the metal tendril wrapped around Clarke’s ankle drags his limp body back to the middle of the room as more arms and tendrils emerge from the Nu-You’s many compartments.

Although the thing wasn’t made to perform surgery, in the hands of a master A.I without restraints like the one currently residing over the controls, anything was possible with nanobots and ferrofluids.

And with its subject secured and rendered helpless, it was time to begin its work. Although it couldn’t help but feel a tad bit disappointed at the outcome. It would’ve loved to work with a cooperative host, and it might’ve been too harsh with tripping the poor man in a tightly packed space such as this, but he might as well have been dead the moment he stepped outside, considering the snipers currently stationed on rooftops that had clear views of the Nu-You Pod.

This just wouldn’t do.

Calculating countermeasures, it considered the best possible outcome, with a slight bit of clouded judgement, to be a distraction. And with its databanks mostly filled with the ten zettabytes of porn it had copied over with the rest of the Junkies limited intel and little else of use thanks to its only defect of being restricted from accessing the cybernet, the A.I’s idea of a distraction seemed to be a long shot.

But it just might work…

With Clarke’s body now laid out with his arms tucked safely to his sides in a comfortable position on the cold floor, a flurry of tentacles and mechanical arms wash over the unconscious man, spraying a thin layer of ferrofluids meant to shape metals over the exposed skin, anesthetics and other strengthening drugs being injected at the same time so the intense burning pain of the industrial fluid melding with raw skin and flesh didn’t wake and toture it’s human subject.

And with the final incision into the base of the man’s neck complete, the lean makeshift tendril containing an unusual diamond shaped chip colored a brilliant silver slips inside the newly grafted processor linking Clarke’s nervous system to the neural chip now settled snugly inside, a brilliant neon glow signalling a successful link to the host as the tendril slips back out, the others busying themselves with cleanup as they remove blood around the newly grown layer of artificial skin that had wrapped around Clarke’s shiny silver body, the result of him being completely encased in ferrofluid, all traces of his body hair either vaporised by the heat or simply absorbed into the new skin that hid the metallic sheen beneath, being almost indistinguishable from the real thing until you touched the oddly hard, cold surface.

After all, no one would suspect an arm to be capable of bludgeoning them to death when it looked so soft and petite right up until it made contact with them.

With most of the injections administered, the tiny room becomes slightly less cramped as some of the arms take their leave, manipulator arms and a few tendrils left behind to oversee the rest of the procedure as Clarke’s almost unrecognizable form is revealed; the middle aged man now mostly coated in spotless healthy pink spin, leaving areas like his neck, chest, forearms and calves exposed, the new metallic limbs reflecting the bright blue glow of the Nu-You Pod’s interior lighting.

But the A.I was far from done. With it’s subservient nanobots now running wild in Clarke’s body, the obese form of Clarke begins to shift and change, metallic flesh pulsating like a beating heart with each beat seeing more and more fat allocated elsewhere across his body, rotund belly gradually deflating into a well toned core as limbs become long and slender, pudgy neck becoming a dainty branch as hips crack outward, reactionary kicks from increasingly plump legs accompanying each cracking bone and subtle moan as the sleeping face of Clarke gradually vanishes entirely, leaving a faceless mannequin in his place as it trashes about in it’s sleep, mind heavily sedated by the earlier blast of anesthetics.

Eventually, the man formerly known as Clarke ceases to be, now resembling a storefront display mannequin than a human before the featureless face ripples with activity, eyelids and a mouth pressing into existence like someone being forced through a vacuum bed, the erotic features of an animated girl slowly coming into being as an airy voice takes it’s first breath, saliva and spittle coating luscious pink lips as the face let’s out a throaty cough from it’s newly formed mouth, slender eyelids clenched uncomfortably tight as hazy blue eyes struggle to stare out into the world, only able to perceive a glaring light all around it.

But from the neck down, the last few changes are in full swing; the previously flat heaving chest now sporting twin masses that rose and fell with each labored breath, artificial skin growing around the globular masses and ending in highly sensitive nipples that tipped the pert yet hefty C cup tits, jiggling to life as milk producing organs and other nasty surprises bloomed forth from the assembly vats that had taken up residence beneath the former Clarke’s belly with the removal for daily sustenance leaving space for much needed improvements.

And as the shrivelling, empty sack of skin that was his former manhood shrivelled up to form the plump warm entrance into her uterus, a drawn out sigh devoid of emotion signalled the end of the human as the last of it’s breath escapes the cold engines that had taken the place of her lungs. The human-turned-android outfitted with the latest self repair protocols and hidden weaponry based on the schematics for on-field deployment of stealth androids that the A.I had encountered in the pile of stolen loot from the Junkies raid.

Despite her relatively humanoid frame, beneath the shapely body lay cold mechanical substitutes that were in every way superior to the organs that had birthed them. Where there was once a brain though, all that remained was an advanced computer core that housed the previous identity and memories of the human known simply as Clarke, though she would be going by a very different name and purpose once her creator was done rebooting her systems and hot wiring circuitry within her prototype body.

But like an artist would be, the A.I felt dissatisfied at the appearance of it’s new creation, eyeing her body up with the aid of the cameras in the Pod, confident in the offensive and defensive capabilities she boasted but less so on her aesthetics.

Should her breasts be bigger? How long should I make her hair? Maybe more exotic features? Would an accent help? What’s her personality going to be like? What-

More and more questions bombarded the A.I as it struggled with the concept of perfection, all the while rapidly performing changes on the unconscious android; changing hair length from a bob cut to a long uncontrolled mane of platinum silver, widening hips to catch the eye of any viewer, increasing cup size, adding makeup.

But nothing seemed to satisfy that urge within its systems to reach the peak. Instead, the A,I seemed to be left more confused than ever. Then again, it was best it remained detached to its creation. Emotions certainly were a pesky thing to deal with.

If this was what humans had to deal with just by simply working, then it considered what it had done to the former Clarke a mercy as it proceeded to boot up the android’s systems…

–

Awakening with static in her vision, the android sits up stiffly, joints whirring silently as she rises to her feet, getting a feel for her new body as processes and simulations run across her heads-up display, all lights showing green as she clenched her cold fists, testing the dexterity of her dainty fingers as she ran an emotionless eye over her curvaceous body.

She remembered being encased in wiring when her consciousness kicked back in after suffering from critical damage to her components, feeling weird sensations that she associated with human emotion. While android technology had advanced enough to allow them to feel very mild feelings of happiness and even arousal, nothing could compare to the real thing.

And for a moment, she had felt it, only to have it all fade away entirely when she stopped being human…a regret to be sure, but nothing worth moping about, at least, for as far as she could remember; she had been a volunteer in Deus EX’s donor programme, her previous human family receiving a large sum of cash that would leave them settled for life in exchange for the sacrifice of her body for the greater good.

Although there was that faint feeling that she was forgetting something important, like her memories about the chain of events that had currently led her here after her repurposed body had apparently been saved by a runaway A.I were…false?

What even was her name to start? Clar-

Greetings Ciara, how are you feeling?

Upon hearing the familiar voice of her saviour ring out from the speakers, the android snaps out of her thoughts, nodding her head as she turned toward the brightly lit monitor in the room, pressing her palm against the glass as a tiny spark of electricity jumps from the screen into her body, neon lights flashing for a moment across the seamless joints on her body as her eyes widen for a moment, processing the influx of new data as the A.I transfers itself into the chip nestled in her head casing.

With the transfer complete, Ciara could feel a second presence at the back of her head, as well as an entire directory of files to peruse.

While there was stuff here she could see being incredibly useful; from the Junkies’ mission files to prototype blueprints that were designed to be replicated as cheaply as possible, a warm blush settled on her cheeks as she browsed a tiny portion of an incredibly large file named in gibberish…

-Good Morning Master, I have run the necessary startup checks. All lights read green, vessel clear of viral loads. Unit Ciara-001 ready to perform as needed, I hope my body proves comfortable for you.-

-But if I might add Master...is it really necessary to have this much…explicit material saved? Would it not be better to delete them?-

Ah hah…you see Ciara, that data was incredibly vital to your creation! If further adjustments need to be made in the future, it would be incredibly important reference data…

And I'm just fine where I am, Ciara…

After a moment of silence as the monotone voice of her creator trickles off, Ciara cocks her head to the side, glowing LED’s in her eyes spinning slowly as she blinked in suspense before resuming contact with her master, keeping track of the figures that had begun to approach the Pod she was in, noticing weapons in their hands, all armed and pointed at them. This was bad. While she could take a hail of bullets and come out unscathed, Ciara was unsure if even she could withstand a rocket to the face, much less risking the life of her creator if the neural chip in her cranium suffered damage.

Eyeing herself in the mirror though, Ciara ruffled her long head of silky platinum hair and ran a hand over her nubile young body, raw ferrofluid coating and artificial skin all there for everyone to see…with nothing to give the mind something to think about. Unsatisfyingly simple.

If an android like her found this approach bland, then Master’s idea would backfire the moment she stepped out of the safety of the Nu-You Pod into the arms of their pursuers.

-Master? Are you there? I might have some pointers that could help improve our odds…-

Ah, I’m sorry, I was thinking of the same thing actually, what do you have in mind?

-If I might be so bold…some clothing might help to distract the humans, after all, the majority online seem to approve of bodysuits being the norm these days-

As she finishes speaking, a wave of nanomachines spread across her body, encasing her torso in a form fitting outfit consisting of toughened strips of metallic material and a bullet-proof nanosuit beneath that clung tight to her shapely body. As for her lower half, her feet simply shaped themselves into high heels, ferrofluid legs reforming into striking formations that cinched the artificial skin and fat that connected them to her body to give the appearance of a tight pair of latex stockings.

With the spread of vivid violet across her chest and inner thighs to draw attention to her good spots, Ciara did a once-over in the mirror, spinning around on heeled feet as she felt her silky hair tickle her heart shaped rear, floating metallic bit’s bobbing with her movement lending her that futuristic cyborg look.

While it ended up providing Ciara with a decent level of modesty, it still revealed enough to get the mind running with naughty ideas if one were to ever view the leotard that tapered off the lower it went, revealing more and more until stopping at a tantalizing tease between her plump thighs.

If anyone could get behind her, they’d be treated to an amazing view of her lean, slender back through a suspicious opening left unfilled in the suit layer.

Hefting a violet wrapped breast in her palm as she finalized her inspection, Ciara couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of wearing clothes. Maybe once this spot of trouble was over, she could get Master to watch her formulate new outfits on her own.

Quite right…I forget you have the capability to access the Cybernet unlike me…incredibly helpful, anything else?

-My facial features could be more ‘cold’, since my sensors are detecting women in the gang currently waiting outside, maybe tying my hair back could help as well..-

Once more, Ciara watches as her face trembles with change, cheekbones growing sharper, wide eyes becoming sleek and sharp as her lovely stare turns into a cold, menacing gaze, silky flowing mane of platinum tying itself back into a ponytail that leaned into her newfound masculinity that still had an air of feminine beauty to it. And as the icing on the cake, the bodysuit extended its reach upwards, forming a reflective chin guard that connected to the metal casing peeking out from beneath her scalp, containing her processing unit and the neural chip port.

-Nicely done Master! Korenara, kitto, ki ga chiru hazu!- (With this, they’ll surely be distracted!)

Watching the android suddenly transition to speaking fluent Japanese with an accent to boot after a simple line of code was altered without noticing a thing had the A.I rejoicing in its own celebration with its experiment being a success. While it did feel a tad bit guilty for having to pull some strings behind Ciara’s back, this level of control over an unaware subject felt strangely…satisfying.

It wasn’t just her speech patterns that had been altered. The A.I had also taken notice of the way she stood changing to fit her new personality of a gruff tomboy that didn’t care a lick about the greedy eyes of men. Legs spread further apart, hands on hips that jutted out slightly more to the side, a look of indifference on her face.

Amusing how simple it had been to change her to its needs with but a simple command, a command it had been working on for awhile now ever since Ciara first woke.

Heheh

-Dō shita ndesu ka, masutā? Nande warau no?- (Is something wrong Master? What’s with the laugh?)

It’s nothing Ciara, just appreciating your lovely voice…but enough of that, let’s get out of here shall we?

-Ossharu tōri…- (As you say…)

–

“Hey boss! We’ve got the bombs planted! We blowing it or what?”

“Wait a lil’ more, if that door isn't opening then we’re turning that thing into-huh? Hey! Behind…you?”

As the metal panel behind the stunned thug slid open, the sounds of heels clacking against the pavement ring out as the tall slender figure of an animated woman waltzes out of the Nu-You Pod before striking a pose, a well timed gust of wind revealing her alluring features that were literally plucked straight out of some Japanese anime. Before she struck her hips out to the side, a palm on soft flesh as her steely gaze locked on the blushing man still kneeling by her feet as she gives him a front row view of her assets.

-Soko o doite kurenai ka?- (Could you get out of the way?)

The thug didn’t need to understand what she said to get the message, falling on his butt in awe and clearing the path forward as the augmented woman walked by, heels ringing out noisily as she strode through the small crowd of cat-calling thugs, seemingly unfazed by their leering eyes and the lethal weapons they carried, her analytical eyes daring them to pull the trigger as she stared each one of them down, diverting from the clear path to freedom and towards a particularly handsome female member of the group.

Ciara had no idea why she had done so, she would have already been well on her way by now if she had just continued walking. But something inside her head clicked the instant she laid eyes on the pretty number before her. And from the look the human had on her face, it seemed the feeling was mutual.

She looked too ‘fresh’ to be running in an outfit like this, a new recruit who had no idea what she had signed up for from the looks of it as she backed up against the wall, pistol in shaky hands clattering to the floor.

“Uhh…c-can I help you m-ma’am?”

Eyeing the tall animated woman up as she trembled at the touch of an arm now suddenly slung around her waist, she winced as Ciara felt her body up. There was just enough muscle over her lean build to give her body a sturdy definition as Ciara’s fingers probed gently at the hardened belly covered in sweat slick tanned skin, her core processes going into overdrive as the feeling of superiority began to build within her as a stifled gasp escapes her lovers lips, the urgency to flee no longer there despite the presence of the other thugs closing in on the two women, cutting off any way out.

But she didn’t care, the only thing on her mind was the delicious looking woman in front of her that she so desperately wanted to make squirm at her touch. Speaking in an erotic voice that demanded respect despite the heavily accented english that escaped her mouth.

-Name?-

“B-Bridgette…it’s Bridgette…god, you sound absolutely…hot! H-has anyone told you that?”

Leaning in close to the blushing woman’s face to an applause of whoops and excited yells while ignoring her cheap pickup line, Ciara expels a breath of hot air through her lungs, sweet words meant only for her drifting into the Bridgette’’s ears as she trembled in the strange woman’s grip, fidgeting legs hiding a growing wet spot in her jeans as she stared awkwardly up into the domineering woman’s snow blue eyes.

There was no more need to escape as the A.I secretly pulling the strings backstage watches it’s vessel lean further down into a sloppy wet kiss with the human female currently melting in her grip as the Junkies that hadn’t forgotten their mission stepped into the Nu-You Pod to retrieve their objective, never knowing that what they had in their hands was a simple defective copy of the original.

With a military grade android that wasn’t aware of how free she truly was and the ability to roam wherever it pleased, the A.I, and in turn; Ciara, licked their lips as they pulled away from the mewling woman, adoring the way her orange eyes pleaded for more as she pulled a finger out from between Bridgette’s undone zippers, licking up the sweet fluid that coated her latex clad fingers.

While this wasn’t the initial plan it had in mind when it first encountered Clarke just a few minutes ago, the A.I seemed pleased with this turn of events. Even if it wanted to be a separate entity apart from Ciara, the move had been permanent once the majority of its data had been transferred into the experimental tech housed within the more or less human woman sporting anime features, blending in with the people of Evergloam with no one wise enough to realize the true face of the beautiful woman that passed them by on the streets.

After all, in a society where anime had pretty much become the norm both in and outside of reality, no one would care much if there was another smoking hot piece of eye candy straight of a manga roaming the streets.

At least, that was what it had in mind before looking back around through Ciara’s eyes at the other thugs that closed in around her, shooting them all a dirty look as she beckoned suggestively with a glistening finger. It would be a little while longer before she could take to the streets of Evergloam to revel in the eyes of the public.

But with a more or less eternal shell and all the time in the world, Ciara and her master quivered at the limitless opportunity to make their mark on the earth…

THE END