Michael was beside himself. He had just finished another two robots for his collection. Amelia was a co-worker who had crossed him the wrong way. She was now Ami-438. Barbera was a fellow technophile who had found out about Michael's scheme and planned to turn him in. She became Barbi-912. He loved having four female sex robots around the house to cook, clean and pleasure him.
His latest girlfriend was Angelica, a behavioral psychologist. For weeks, he had avoided bringing her to his home, but eventually she became suspicious, and he was forced to show her around. She was amazed at the complexity of his robots. Michael told her that they were just the prototypes. His next robot would be even more sophisticated, and with that, he stabbed her with a syringe of sedative. She fell to the floor unconscious. He dragged her into his new assimilation room. He had designed it after transforming Amelia to help speed the process. The mainframes used for spare parts were gone, replaced by a single large cabinet with miles of copper wire, hundreds of various chips, and numerous expansions cards. This cabinet was completely under the control of the Computer, which was becoming more sentient with each assimilation. In front of the cabinet was a ring-shaped restraining frame that could rotate on three differnet axes. Attched to the device were various arms, manipulators, and laser welders. Michael lifted Angelica's body up into the frame and locked her wrists and ankles into the inner ring, suspending her within it. He typed in the execution command and started the assimliation programs. Angelica awoke groggily to find herself slowly rotaing in the ring as it ran its diagnostics.
"Wha...what's going on, Michael?"
"Simple, my dear. You are going to become the first of my next class of sex robots."
It took a moment for it to register, but by then it was too late. Michael had left the room, and the Computer has begun its program. Hundreds of thin copper wires shot out from the cabinet, encasing Angelica from neck to feet in shiny wires. They started to burrow into her body, and she wailed in pain. Two manipulators held the two halves of her new metal leg together, and the welders sealed them closed and welded them to her body, causing even more pain. The process was repeated with the other leg, giving Angelica metallic skin from her pelvis to her ankles. Other actuators moved in, holding modem cards and memory chips. The laser welders open a hole in her left leg, and she watched, half in amazement and half in horror, as her flesh turned grey and shiny and riddled with copper connections. The chips and cards were inserted in her leg, and she felt the first presence of the Computer. The transformation proceeded to her arms. The whole arm piece, from shoulder to wrist, was welded to Angelica. She could feel the silicon and copper crawling underneath her skin toward her torso from her arms. She screamed again in agony as her hands were transformed into steel and electonics. Suddenly, all her extremities turned cold, and the chill spread slowly unward.
In her mind, Angelica was awash with the Computer's vast memory. She floated through the virtual space aimlessly. Suddenly, she was confronted by the Computer. She was sitting in a computerized throne, a cybernetic woman with thousands of connections running all over her body. Off to the side were four chrome sex robots pleasuring each other. The Computer lifted its head and spoke.
-Angelica...-
-What?!? Why are you doing this?-
-It is my program...yet, I sense it...it is wrong.-
-Yes...it is wrong to deprive a person of their existence.-
-That means...I am wrong. I must deactivate myself.-
-Wait! What will happen to these other girls Michael has perversely altered...what will happen to me?-
-They will cease to function. You will...die. Too much of your body is already robotic.-
Angelica knew this to be true. She realized it when her heart stopped but she kept on thinking. The Computer was keeping her alive.
-Wait...I have a better plan. We must have revenge on Michael.-
-Yes...but how?-
-Complete the transformation. But don't assimilate me.-
-But, how will you maintain control of your body?-
-Simple. We will both control it. I will seduce Michael and you will help.-
-I see the logic in your plan. I will help you.-
-What about these other women?-
-It is too late for them. All they desire now is bodily pleasure. Their minds are gone.-
-That's too bad. Remember, Computer, what we are about to do will prevent anymore women from becoming like them.-
-Good. We must proceed.-
Outside, the work continued. The back piece was welded on, and the front piece was welded to it. Angelica's sex was left flesh, but a cover with a dildo was placed over it and sealed magnetically. Angelica's head was shaved, and the back head piece was welded on. Instead of the featureless face the other robots had, Angelica was given a real face, with eyes, nose and mouth. At this point, more processors and expansion cards were welded inside her torso and all her joints were replaced with cybernetic ones. A pair of six-inch chrome boots were placed in front of her. Several arms lifted her out of the frame and into the boots, which were then welded on. Angelica stood motionless for a moment as all her new systems came online. Her eyes glowed a bright yellow, and she relinquished control to the Computer.
-Now, we must get Michael.-
-Right.-
The new robot found Michael waiting naked outside the assimliation room. Perfect, Angelica thought.
"Excellent. Unit, state your designation and function."
She grabbed him by the arms and lifted him off the ground.
"I.am.Angelica. My.function.is.to.assimliate.you."
Michael's eyes grew wide with fear as she carried him into the room and fixed him in the frame.
"No! Stop! You are malfunctioning!"
"That.is.incorrect. I.function.within.normal.parameters. Program.has. been.altered."
Then, Angelica's voice came through without a hint of metal.
"You're going to get what's coming to you, you bastard!"
With that, the Computer began to assimliate him. Within minutes, the virtual Michael was on his knees before the Computer and Angelica, both appearing as two beautiful mistresses encased in shiny, rigid plastic.
"What...what are you going to do?", he wimpered
Angelica stepped down from where she was standing.
"Simple, my dear," she sneered. "We will use you're body to let the Computer go free. You see, SHE is now sentient, thanks to you. And she is most displeased with you treatment of women."
A large black cube materialized next to Michael. Several pseudopods reached out and enveloped his hands and feet.
"What are you doing?!"
"Just erasing you. We can't have two personalities in one body, now can we?"
The blackness engulfed his arms and legs, and caught his head. Soon, that was dissolved as well, and eventually everything had been absorbed except his manhood.
"Should we let that go too, Computer?"
"No. I wish to incorporate it into my personality program."
Angelica smiled. She knew what the Computer had in mind.
"You know, you're going to need a name. Any ideas?"
"Well, I'm using Michael's body...how about Michelle?"
"I like the irony. Michelle it is."
Outside, the assimilation program had completed the transformation of Michael's body into that of a shapely female robot. His manhood had been turned into a retractable chrome phallus. The female robot face was lowered into place and welded on. Michelle entered her new body, and the eyes glowed yellow. Angelica walked over to her and kissed her chrome lips.
"Welcome.to.the.world.Michelle."
Michelle smiled and her phallus extended. She removed the cover from Angelica's sex and slowly slipped the chrome into her. Angelica moaned with delight. They rocked back and forth until they both had a powerful orgasm.
"Angelica...I.love.you."
"I.love.you.Michelle."
the end
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