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Sufficed to say I really hope everyone enjoys how this plays out, and am curious what dots people may connect.

Questions, comments and constructive criticism adored.", "writing": "By Design: Upgrade\n\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tEvery time she entered the lab Dana had to balk a bit. This was the last place she ever wanted to be. The last place she was before being made what she was. The horrible memories of it caused her head to buzz. As if the very act of crossing in to the simple sterile room of silvery metal and machines was somehow driving her brain to reject the high end equipment that had been placed in.\n\n\t“Mistress, what are we doing here?” Hrathna sighed in her typical deadpan sardonic grumble. She came in after Ilka and Dana. Walking slowly as if seeking to make sure the little skunk couldn’t run away. \n\n\tThat simple fact offended Dana, or at least she thought so. It was hard to tell when her negative emotions were so utterly and painfully controlled. She kept her eyes running over that smooth, sexy form. The lithe wolfess striding forward towards the old familiar pod. \n\n\tIlka stopped and turned around. She put a hand on her hip and licked her lips slowly as she glanced between her manufactured little love and the little bitch of a rubber doll who stood there so prettily blank.\n\n\t“There now. Hop up in your pod little toy. Nice and quick. I think you’re gonna really like this” The wolfess snapped as the pod started to unseal with an unsettling hiss. The motors slowly and smoothly pushing the lid open with wafts of pressurized gasses curling up and dissipating.\n\n\tDana swallowed hard and nodded as she started to step forwards. Each awkward step was a strain both physically and mentally. She knew what was coming, naturally. She knew that something was going to be changed even further within her. It was hard to tell what with so much bleeding edge tech crammed into her skull and the virtual halt placed on most metabolic functions that would age her. A simple glance at her specifications confirmed that she was close enough to immortal that death was never going to be an escape for her.\n\n\tSomething about that realization sent a shiver up Danas spine.\n\n\tShe slowly paced her way up before her Mistress and into the pod. Legs trembling and arms heavy. Her meat body probably wanted to resist. Heck her brain was so used to being controlled and screaming for help by now that it was hard to tell when she wasn’t resisting. But naturally it did not matter as Dana stood in the pod and shivered ever so slightly. A blank little doll for Mistress, now placed back in her box.\n\n\t“So what is this grand design you are working on, Mistress?” Hrathna sighed ’Because I get the feeling it’s gonna either be really awesome or totally not worth the buildup. It’s not like the cock socket really needs any sort of tune up, right?”\n\n\tIlka giggled and nodded just a bit “No. Then again if that were the case, my little bitch, do you think I’d bother getting up to do it myself? For as much as you hate this little drone you seem to think about her far more than the countless other faceless abominations I have littering our home.”\n\n\t“S-shut up” Hrathna muttered “She’s the only one with anything shiny on her. I guess she just sticks out a bit.”\n\n\tIlka giggled and shook her head in amusement “True. But then I don’t feel that is all there is to this little slut. I kept her around for the unique way her mind works after all. Thus far it’s worked out rather well as a source of inspiration when nodding with my… pet projects” The wolfess giggled as she bumped her bony butt into the pod door. It started to close with a loud hiss as the door pushed against its magnetic seals and the air was pushed out. Replaced by the familiar sterile atmosphere of the medical pod itself.\n\n\tEven without a command to prompt her, Dana quickly stood at attention. She felt the pod slowly lowering her back. A knot forming in the pit of her stomach as she was once again placed at the mercy of that dreadful machine.\n\n\t“I will confess though, love. I do have a problem with this little toy.”\n\n\t“oh?” Hrathna said as she grinned a bit “let me guess, doesn’t hurt quite enough?”\n\n\t“Oh no dear” Ilka giggled “That’s so very easy to manage. Besides we have so many drones to torture any way we wish. This one suffers plenty… and she works more than well enough as a good little processor. The problem is that I have to lug around that little body of hers anywhere I want to go”\n\n\tDana winced a bit. Even with her programming the poor girl couldn’t help but tighten her fists and squirm nervously.\n\n\tIlka murred and walked up to her favorite pet with a small chuckle. “Admittedly I enjoy my time tormenting the pathetic little rubber doll. Not as much as you enjoy that used up little husk of a former drone that you keep in that noggin of yours” the wolfess growled and swatted the Rat right on the cheek. Hard enough to almost floor the scrawny construct.\n\n\tHrathna growled a bit, then blushed, then looked meekly off to the side with a churr.\n\n\t“Now that we have that sorted out. I want you to open up a blank file space for me. Nice and big, but only use space from the lab cloud. I don’t want this traceable.” Ilka giggled as she put her hand on the glass and glared in to the pod. “As for you, runt. We’re going to try a little something. Don’t worry. This shouldn’t be too difficult for you. Really, all you have to do is obey. You can do that for me now can’t you little one? Of course you can.” she giggled “I don’t give you a fucking choice”\n\n\t“This drone doesn’t have a choice” Dana half-moaned as she looked on and shuddered. Her chest heaved hard against the tight rubber as she sucked in a breath of her own, special air.\n\n\t“No you don’t my little freak. None of my drones do. None of you peasants should. The very notion is just vulgar.” she laughed softly and licked her lips. Those cold blue eyes twinkled with a merciless glee as the twisted wolfess leaned in closer and licked along the pod window. A shuddering little moan leaving her lips. “Though just because you can’t be trusted with a will of your own, doesn’t mean you can’t act, does it my little drone? Most of the worthless little piles of flesh who pass though my doors have their uses after all. Be they here for my leisure or simply tools to run simple errands. Even the few dolls I decide to sell off back to the more wealthy peasantry bring me some spare creds to use without mother getting wise.”\n\n\tIlka giggled happily at that as she ran her paw slowly up and down the chamber. Her knee coming up to it a bit as Dana looked on intently. The little skunk always did hate when her Mistress got this way.\n\n\tThe situation wasn’t helped when Dana glanced up and saw one of the armatures pulling away from the neat, near seamless position it held above her head. The thing moved its way down and extended around until it was placed firmly against the round disk of Danas data jack. The plate locking on with a sharp magnetic seal. Instantly Dana felt the stream of information streaking up and down the arm as it flooded the transmitter for the pod. Ilka giggled and shivered as she shot a quick glance to her Rat girl. Both seeming to know something Dana did not.\n\n\t“You know you deserve this, don’t you girl? Not simply because I could make use of you. No. That was a nice perk for me. But even if you didn’t have anything special enough to toy with. I think we both know don’t we? Know you deserve this kind of treatment.”\n\n\t“Yes. Yes Mistress” Dana muttered. Her head was already feeling woozie and a bit faint.\n\n\t“Ah. You parrot it off so easily. But do you know just why you deserve it, little slut? Are you simply telling me what you know I want to hear? Or do you perhaps grasp what makes you so worthy of this torture?”\n\n\tDana racked her expansive brain for something, anything to explain it. Naturally she could come up with solutions. Dozens. Hundreds. A wealth of possible answers based on past behavior and raw statistics. Yet as quickly as they popped into her head each one of those answers faded from her lips. They were wrong. They were all wrong. She knew there was only one true answer.\n\n\t“I don’t know Mistress. Not really. Not for sure.”\n\n\tIlka nodded her approval and cooed softly. “Good girl. That is exactly what I want to hear. You are correct, naturally. You don’t know. You have no way of knowing. That’s fine. That is why you are there in the pod while I’m out here. Watching you.”\n\n\tA sudden jolt of painful pleasure shivered though the drone. A sickening feeling as her body was hijacked even more than it normally tended to be. It was nightmarish. The horrible, dreadful, wonderful feeling of total helplessness all the other drones felt at any given moment. Mere passengers in their own puppet bodies struggling to cope with commands that guided their every action and so often twisted their thoughts.\n\n\t“You see little one. You, all of you. Every last worthless little mongrel on this station. In this system. In any system really. You are all simply inferior” she rolled the word seductively out of her muzzle. “Oh don’t get me wrong. I don’t blame any of you for it. It’s not like any of you chose any of your characteristics. We are all a product of fate after all. People decide for whatever reason to procreate and we are the results. But that doesn’t really mean any of us are even now does it?”\n\n\t“N-no Mistress” Dana muttered “I don’t suppose it does”\n\n\t“No it doesn’t” Ilka cooed as she took a step back from the pod. “I mean look at me. A perfect product of genetic engineering and flawless breeding over generations. Stock taken from those who saw fit to defy the tyranny of weak Terran officials and strike a claim for themselves on the ignorant masses of their fiefdom. Carefully selected breeding programs and cutting edge genetic enhancements from the earliest stages. Do you know how many scientists worked to develop me, my pet?”\n\n\tDana racked her brain hard and sifted though every shred of data she had. Any reference to her Mistress’ background seemed to be blacked out. Covered in heavy layers of protection she simply could not bring herself to crack.\n\n\t“No Mistress. I don’t” Dana muttered.\n\n\tIlka sighed and chuckled just a bit “You tried to look it up didn’t you. I suppose that is only fair. I did program you to be a tool after all now didn’t I?” \n\n\tDana yelped and squealed as she heard that. Her back arching in perverse delight.\n\n\t“Allow me to spell it out for you my little slave. It took dozens of scientists, the best and brightest our corporation has to offer, to painstakingly comb though my genetic material before I was even born and select the desired traits for my optimal conditions. Another dozen alone simply to select the proper cells and breeding stock to ensure I was created as the perfect image you see before you” Ilka’s hips swayed as she combed a paw over that slightly frizzed hair.\n\n\tAs much as she knew she shouldn’t Dana always had to admit her Mistress looked a bit disheveled when not required to present herself properly. A goddess all the same. But far different than the visage so often presented in public.\n\n\t“Similar can be said of my sister, though the years of difference and my mothers younger ambitions for her successors seemed to drive her to different traits.” Ilka chuckled to herself as she said the words with a mocking grin. “My brother didn’t even have that. The doctors did what they could but that silly tryst ensured that they could not even begin work on the fertilized eggs until they had split. It required a retrovirus just to ensure he got enough manipulation to make him worth. Still…”\n\n\tIlka grinned a bit as another jolt of pain shot though Dana “What that means to a lowly little worm like you should be all too clear. I am superior. I was created to be superior. Designed to be superior. Not by the will of the gods or luck of some genetic lottery. I am, objectively, better than you”\n\n\tDana tried her best to nod at the statement. She couldn’t disagree. How could she? How would it be possible to say otherwise? She opened her mouth to try speaking as a sudden jolt shot though her. A fresh wave of pain and pleasure coursing though her body causing the skunk girl to arch and tremble. Suddenly her already expansive mind started to swim. Only echoes of Mistress proclaiming her obvious superiority ringing in her head as that powerful mind expanded out seemingly into space. Dumping itself out in all directions while still somehow centered in that unique little skunk brain.\n\n\t“Peasants are worthless. They are tools. Lowly, pathetic little insects deserving nothing more than pain and suffering at the hands of their betters. It’s only logical. It’s only natural. Besides. Deep down you all really want to be hurt, don’t you?”\n\n\tEvery moment brought a new uneasy jolt of painful disorientation. Dana could feel her mind spreading and stretching itself out. The walls of the lab, of the apartments, of the whole hab spire where they were located all swelled to life for her at once.\n\n\tShe was still herself. Still Dana. Still the weak, worthless little sex toy writhing in agony within the pod prison as her Mistress mounted it. Yet she was also aware of being the mechanical arms sitting patiently in wait to switch out a new drone for processing. Aware of being the security drones that sat by at the elevator stops supplementing the force of the guards with those wide unblinking eyes. Aware of people milling about. The same peasants, the same fodder, that Mistress seemed to be speaking of. All of them felt so small and weak. Going about worthless little lives as they pretended they mattered. Each one getting smaller as the scope of her mind expanded.\n\n\tBut not Mistress.\n\n\tDana knew that the words were ‘wrong’. Based on the morality of her past self. Based on the ideas she once held. Based on what her free will would have told her. Superiority wasn’t inherent. Worth did not only hold one measure. Life was about more than simply kowtowing and very few would ever do so willingly.\n\n\tShe knew it, but as her mind expanded she knew that she was wrong. She did not have the choice to be right about it. She didn’t have a say. It was what mistress wanted, not what she felt was wrong or right. It was what Mistress felt was fitting for the little skunk toy in the tube. Or those weak little proto-drones milling about though the station. The more Dana thought about how pathetic and worthless those little ‘things’ were the more she longed to lift her hand. She wanted to move her fingers, just for a moment, just to touch or caress the growing need in her loins. \n\n\tAs wrong as she knew it was, Dana wanted to please her Mistress, and that meant making the worthless toys suffer for her.\n\n\tIlka giggled as she watched, licking her lips slowly and sensually. She clearly knew what was going though the skunk girls mind. Perhaps she even put it there. Not that Dana would mind if mistress did. After all, how could she?\n\n\t“Oh but you want to scratch that little itch now don’t you Dana pet? Of course you do. I don’t think you ever get to cum these days without my foot paw in your mouth, or Hrathna’s big pretty dick rammed in your tight holes.” Ilka giggled abit to herself and murred “Even if she seems to give you that treat far more than she probably should.”\n\n\t“But Mistress” Dana whined, her voice feeling as if it was coming form everywhere at once “T-this little skunk is… is horny” She could feel herself blushing under that rubber as she admitted it. The poor little thing pleading helplessly as her body lay racked in pleasure and her mind started twisting with innumerable lines of code. \n\n\t“Now naturally I can’t exactly let you fulfill yourself on a whim, can I little Dana?” she giggled “You aren’t a person after all. You’re just a little sex doll. And I do feel you take up quite a bit of my precious love’s cum as it is.” Ilka’s dress moved to the side and for a moment the skunk would catch sight of the terrifying paradise between her owners legs. That simple, pristine mound of flesh that looked all but untouched even after the constant abuse of her own lovemaking, and the size of her hateful pet rat.\n\n\tIlka giggled and kissed the glass right where Danas forehead would be to her. “Don’t worry little one. I may wish for you to suffer, but I’m not a monster. A terrible goddess is still a goddess after all.” she shivered and growled a bit “I want you to just look past me. Look past and see the arm. I know I’m blocking the way but we are both very aware that you can ‘see’ it. You can feel it. Can’t you little Dana? That painfully idle mechanism just sitting there.”\n\n\tDana nodded and whined as she took a moment. She could see it. She saw the arm though at least a dozen different cameras. The arm itself had a few, and the room with the pods. Even the automated cleaning drones could see it. She felt them all at once. Even for a mind like hers it was overwhelming.\n\n\t“You can’t move those silly arms because you have no need for them. You have no use for them. But you do have use of that big grabbing arm don’t you?” Ilka growled loudly “It’s idle. It shouldn’t be idle. Not now. Not when a vacancy is just about to open.” A pod unsealed with a belch of steam the moment Ilka said this. A blank little puppy drone stepping out of it. Her featureless little face devoid of the lenses Dana herself had. Her body wrapped in one solid shiny coat of rubber with a flat mat barcode over her pelvis. The drone walked out of the room to await assignment by Mistress at some later point.\n\n\tIn spite of herself Dana watched all of this with a small stirring of utter bliss. She curled her toes and moaned watching the blank little thing stride its way out of the room. Part of her could hear and feel the sobs and screams of the trapped girl inside. \n\n\t“The pod needs to be filled” Dana said meekly. Her voice choked as she said it. So utterly ashamed at her arousal.\n\n\t“Mmm it does.” Ilka giggled\n\n\t“Then why isn’t the arm moving?” Dana muttered\n\n\t“You know why little one” Ilka said “We both know why.”\n\n\t“I can’t.” Dana sobbed as she shivered\n\n\t“You can. You will. You don’t have a say. You know you have no will of your own. If I wish for the Kenna to move the arm and place the next drone in the pod, then I will. If I want it to be you…”\n\n\tAn erotic little spark twitched at the base of Danas skull as she started to move the arm. Started to push her mind, her thoughts into it. Making it move out of the pod room and into another small room where a bevy of bound people were curled up and tranquilized on the floor.\n\n\tNo, not people. That was wrong. Dana knew it was wrong. No matter how she looked at the things down below her it was impossible to see any of them as people. After all she was not a person, and she was clearly the one fulfilling Mistress’ will. She was a tool. These? It was hard to tell what these were.\n\n\tThe eye finally rested on one stand out in particular. A green scaled little snake girl. Her arms and legs curled up under her, with a hint of the shaft her people always had poking out from her awkward sleeping position. Something about the girl seemed just a bit more repugnant to her. That this thing was a viper. A snake. A pretender predator wishing to claim the greatness and glory that belonged to those like Mistress.\n\n\tDeep down the very idea roiled in Danas fleshy gut. It was so very wrong, and she knew she had to rectify it.\n\n\tThe universal grabber at the tip of the arm moved down and pushed against the sleeping girl as it sealed around her. The poor thing gasped and squealed hard with the feeling but was unable to do anything about it beyond shaking and impotently slamming her fist against the metal. Secondary arms came down to grab the snake girl and hold her hard in position. Soon lifting her up as the thing held her dangling like a stuffed toy in one of those archaic claw machines that sometimes popped up in arcades.\n\n\t“Stop it! Let me go. Let me go I said. I’m gonna tell on you” the girl screamed as Dana watched her lifted up slowly. The arm was able to move faster, yet she didn’t. She knew better. She wanted Mistress to see the nice, slow, deliberate movement as the claw slowly moved from the waiting area to the pod room.\n\n\tThe arm kept moving relentlessly as the poor girl shivered and sobbed. Her body twisting and writhing as she passed over pods. Some with screaming victims begging to be saved against the soundproof surface. Others blissfully rewritten. Some nothing more than blank drones waiting for the latex to set.\n\n\tThe struggle stopped and the girls eyes went wide as she saw this. It was somehow satisfying to Dana. This was what mistress wanted to see. This was what mistress would spend hours drinking in after she was done here.\n\n\tFinally the arm reached the pod and the girl was dropped in. The door quickly slamming shut on her and hissing as she was sealed into place. There was frantic pounding and mad screaming as she kicked and punched and begged for her mother. Dana checked the records. Said mother was already awaiting assignment after her conversion twelve hours ago.\n\n\tThe operating procedure was to wait for the subject to tire. To allow fear and confusion to steep before continuing on. Dana knew it was for the best, yet the thrill she had gotten selecting the victim was not enough. Mistress had not commanded her to stop and as much as the little skunk hated herself for it, she needed release.\n\n\t“Drone material will remain still. You are being assimilated. You will not escape. You are Mistress Ilka’s property” The words echoed in the pod in Danas voice. As shaky and conflicted as the skunk girl was the words themselves were cool and precise. Wonderfully mechanical in how controlled they really were.\n\n\t“No! Please stop. Please let me out. I want my mommy. I want my mommy!” the girl screamed as she kept bashing her hands and feet, even her head into the pod. It took only a few moments to collapse back in with her exhaustion.\n\n\t“Units mother has already been assimilated. Drone is currently standing by. You will also be processed.” Dana said flatly. As soon as the girl was too tired to struggle the restraint arms for the pod began to pop up. Her lithe little scaly body was held firmly in place as the installation arm moved itself around to the side of her head. There was no local this time, nothing to stop or slow what was about to happen. Dana’s hips wriggling and writhing in her rubbery flesh-body as her conquered will lined up the spike that would be the data jack.\n\n\t“You are a drone. You will be programmed to serve Mistress. Death is not an escape. Your will shall not return. You have no say. You have no choice. This is what you deserve”\n\n\tThe speech should have been longer. More drawn out. The whole idea to play with the minds of the pre-drones before finally enacting conversion.\n\n\tBut Dana simply could not wait.\n\n\tShe took one last moment to savor it all. The pain and fear of the girl. The struggling scales against those impossibly powerful little restraint arms that wrapped around her chest and head. Those wide-eyed looks of terror and pleas for her mother as the little snake hissed and sobbed and shivered. Next to mistress it was somehow the most erotic thing that the twisted little skunk drone had ever seen. She hated herself for it. Knew she had to hate herself for it.\n\n\tBut she had to obey her programming.\n\n\tShe had to cum.\n\n\tThe spike drove in quickly. Nanites at the tip causing the thing to sink deep into her skull from behind her ear and quickly getting to work tethering the grey matter to the simple tool that would be used to rewrite and reshape her into a proper drone. Already that poor little mind was flooded with agonizing torrents of firmware while a thin pool of nano latex dribbled over her head.\n\n\tAll at mistress’ demand. All under Danas control.\n\n\t“And unless my bio-sensors for this unit are off, little skunk” the Wolfess giggled evilly “I think you just came now didn’t you?”\n\n\t“Yes Mistress” Dana sobbed as her body twitched ever so slightly. Her now unwieldy scope of self focused almost entirely on that poor little snake.\n\n\t“You hate what you have just done, don’t you pet?”\n\n\t“Yes Mistress” Dana muttered \n\n\t“and yet if this was the only way you were permitted to cum, I’m sure you would do it again. Wouldn’t you? Again and again. As many times as my heart desires.”\n\n\t“I exist to please you, Mistress.” Dana whimpered. It was true naturally. They both knew it. This wasn’t simply a matter of Danas need. She was falling fast into her own self loathing, falling further into her unbreakable need to please Mistress. Her body and mind slowly shifting to accept her place as mistress’ tool. Whatever kind of tool that may need to be at any given moment.\n\n\t“Good girl. As if you had a choice. Now I’m sure while you were practicing your newest little responsibility you’ve been feeling my Hrathna picking around in that little brain of yours, yes? Though not so little anymore I’d imagine. All those thoughts and feelings and patterns are just too useful to leave it tied to one meatspace tool after all.”\n\n\t“M-mistress?” Dana muttered “What do you mean?”\n\n\t“Well now that my custom Kenna has… evolved. I figured the personal terminal I used to make her could use an upgrade as well. Let me ask you something my toy. You love Mistress, don’t you? Love to serve me. Love to please me. Love to see the worthless wastes of material that populate my little waiting room turned into blank, suffering, willess little drones within my grasp.”\n\n\t“Yes Mistress yes. Yes I do. I… I think I am programmed to wish it. To need it. I don’t think I have a choice” Dana choked out though a sorrowful, joyful sob.\n\n\t“No you don’t.” The wolfess cooed “You never really did. Of course I have plans. Plans to set things right in more places than simply my own home. The first step was to secure my love. My partner. The only creation worthy of being mine, forged of my own hands and my own will. You, oddly, helped me with that. As such my little toy I think it only right that you be a ‘part’ of the next phase.”\n\n\t“T-the next phase?” Dana muttered weakly. “This drone lives to serve you, Mistress.”\n\n\t“Naturally you do.” Ilka cooed “My pretty love is far too, sophisticated to do what I need. Far too precious to risk and too complex to work properly. But with her creation has come inspiration. I take it you enjoyed putting the unworthy in their place, little Dana?”\n\n\t“I do I do oh Mistress I do. Dana has no choice. Dana has no say. Dana has no will.”\n\n\t“You don’t.” Ilka cooed “Now just relax as we make some more adjustments. You may prove to be a very useful little tool yet.”\n\n---\n\n\tKimi shifted in her seat. Ever since meeting her, meeting the companies new owner the young woman had felt more driven and more at-ease than she had in ages. It was funny really considering the low grade stress that had overtaken much of the workroom floor.\n\n\tShe could hear it though the fabric and plastic of her little makeshift office. People trodding the floors in anxious anticipation and speaking in hushed whispers. They were upset. Naturally, why wouldn’t they be?\n\n\tTo hear the boss-lady tell it this was something she had been waiting for. Ms. Graves was demanding results far faster than what people were used to. The new mechanics that Miss Thanedotter insisted on had to be stress-tested and fine tuned. Integration of more non-plastics and a higher grade of Faux fur required that materials be tested in the box printers to make sure stores were selling quality product and that they couldn’t skimp on that quality with some unauthorized tampering just to skim a few credits. Story and new setting info technically had to be written, but as usual that whole team just waited on Kimi and went off to drink in the break room.\n\n\tBut now it wasn’t the wondrous, joyous drinking binges of entitled lazy jerks who knew the job would be done for them. Now there was this wonderful little note of fear.\n\n\tThat note of fear was satisfying to Kimi. Almost as much as knowing she would be given all of the jobs she loved anyways. People deciding they could coast by with a token effort wasn’t new by any means but now? Well now Kimi could officially say that she went almost a whole day without needing her anxiety meds.\n\n\tYet still after all this time she sat restlessly. Her eyes glanced between the array of roodscreens projected for her. A couple with 3D work stations that had half-rendered gear and equipment. One had the open packet downloading another rather large update. \n\n\tAt this point Miss Thanedotter was clearly doing far more work than most of her colleagues. Then again, Miss Thanedotter was special.\n\n\tKimi shifted restlessly in her seat once more. Her body twitched and fidgeted nervously. She had thought about her new owner a lot lately. Far more than she usually thought about other people. So much so infact that she was starting to ride that odd little come-down a loner like herself was used to after an all day shlick session.\n\n\tSuch sessions were not alien to her naturally. Self pleasure was, after all, natural. Especially when one is terribly misanthropic and crippled by social anxiety. The company shrink naturally just called it porn addiction with a touch of self loathing.\n\n\tMaybe. But she imagined Ms. Thanedotter would probably hate her more. That brought a smile to the possums face.\n\n\tUnfortunately fantasy and afterglow didn’t offset the chemical dip very well and she was crashed on inspiration as well. At the moment the new mechanics were largely foreign to her save for what had been included in the pamphlet. Without a working example there was no way for her to stress test her new designs. Nor was she sure what she had really lived up to Ms. Thanedotters taste. Kimi really wanted to impress her most of all.\n\n\tAs such she found herself fidgeting in her chair with nervous energy that could not be expended. Gnawing on one of the new honey-sticks they had added to the vending stations in the break room. Most of it ended up being brands owned by Yggdrasil, which fueled rumors that they had secretly been bought out by some huge soulless Mega with some VP as a figurehead.\n\n\tKimi giggled a bit. They were just stupid little rumors after all. But even so if it was true. Well, She had to admit that soullessness tasted pretty good.\n\n\tAbout a half hour into the fidgeting Kimi blinked and looked up to see her newest download had finally finished. Excited for some distraction beyond the over processed honey and crisp cookie crunch surely rotting her teeth out from the inside, Kimi leaned up and tapped the empty space where the display blinked for her to open.\n\n\tInformation streamed from her work station to her jack in a flood. Images, battle strategies, themes. The whole thing hit her even harder than the first pack. Every design note so wonderfully detailed and precise. She watched her drafting tools update without the need to prompt as new material formulas and even new tech flourishes were introduced to it.\n\n\tThen, finally, it came. One file, bigger than the rest, sitting there before her. The visuals needed a polish and there were quite a few variables to consider but Kimi knew the gist in an instant.\n\nGrinning, growling, she leaned in and ran her finger along the rough interface for the new core AI. A file twice as big, and based on the design docs so much more intricate than any she had been able to work with.\n\n\tAnd there, at the front, the thing any man, woman or child would see any time they checked their stats. The previous one page sheet replaced with four clear and concise pages for the new AI interface system. Diagnostic, Armament, Neuro, Abilities. \n\n\tShe grinned wide and nodded. Tracing a finger along the tabs of the interface.\n\n\t“Well Hello, D.A.N.A.”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "By Design: Upgrade

By TerraMGP

\tEvery time she entered the lab Dana had to balk a bit. This was the last place she ever wanted to be. The last place she was before being made what she was. The horrible memories of it caused her head to buzz. As if the very act of crossing in to the simple sterile room of silvery metal and machines was somehow driving her brain to reject the high end equipment that had been placed in.

\t“Mistress, what are we doing here?” Hrathna sighed in her typical deadpan sardonic grumble. She came in after Ilka and Dana. Walking slowly as if seeking to make sure the little skunk couldn’t run away.

\tThat simple fact offended Dana, or at least she thought so. It was hard to tell when her negative emotions were so utterly and painfully controlled. She kept her eyes running over that smooth, sexy form. The lithe wolfess striding forward towards the old familiar pod.

\tIlka stopped and turned around. She put a hand on her hip and licked her lips slowly as she glanced between her manufactured little love and the little bitch of a rubber doll who stood there so prettily blank.

\t“There now. Hop up in your pod little toy. Nice and quick. I think you’re gonna really like this” The wolfess snapped as the pod started to unseal with an unsettling hiss. The motors slowly and smoothly pushing the lid open with wafts of pressurized gasses curling up and dissipating.

\tDana swallowed hard and nodded as she started to step forwards. Each awkward step was a strain both physically and mentally. She knew what was coming, naturally. She knew that something was going to be changed even further within her. It was hard to tell what with so much bleeding edge tech crammed into her skull and the virtual halt placed on most metabolic functions that would age her. A simple glance at her specifications confirmed that she was close enough to immortal that death was never going to be an escape for her.

\tSomething about that realization sent a shiver up Danas spine.

\tShe slowly paced her way up before her Mistress and into the pod. Legs trembling and arms heavy. Her meat body probably wanted to resist. Heck her brain was so used to being controlled and screaming for help by now that it was hard to tell when she wasn’t resisting. But naturally it did not matter as Dana stood in the pod and shivered ever so slightly. A blank little doll for Mistress, now placed back in her box.

\t“So what is this grand design you are working on, Mistress?” Hrathna sighed ’Because I get the feeling it’s gonna either be really awesome or totally not worth the buildup. It’s not like the cock socket really needs any sort of tune up, right?”

\tIlka giggled and nodded just a bit “No. Then again if that were the case, my little bitch, do you think I’d bother getting up to do it myself? For as much as you hate this little drone you seem to think about her far more than the countless other faceless abominations I have littering our home.”

\t“S-shut up” Hrathna muttered “She’s the only one with anything shiny on her. I guess she just sticks out a bit.”

\tIlka giggled and shook her head in amusement “True. But then I don’t feel that is all there is to this little slut. I kept her around for the unique way her mind works after all. Thus far it’s worked out rather well as a source of inspiration when nodding with my… pet projects” The wolfess giggled as she bumped her bony butt into the pod door. It started to close with a loud hiss as the door pushed against its magnetic seals and the air was pushed out. Replaced by the familiar sterile atmosphere of the medical pod itself.

\tEven without a command to prompt her, Dana quickly stood at attention. She felt the pod slowly lowering her back. A knot forming in the pit of her stomach as she was once again placed at the mercy of that dreadful machine.

\t“I will confess though, love. I do have a problem with this little toy.”

\t“oh?” Hrathna said as she grinned a bit “let me guess, doesn’t hurt quite enough?”

\t“Oh no dear” Ilka giggled “That’s so very easy to manage. Besides we have so many drones to torture any way we wish. This one suffers plenty… and she works more than well enough as a good little processor. The problem is that I have to lug around that little body of hers anywhere I want to go”

\tDana winced a bit. Even with her programming the poor girl couldn’t help but tighten her fists and squirm nervously.

\tIlka murred and walked up to her favorite pet with a small chuckle. “Admittedly I enjoy my time tormenting the pathetic little rubber doll. Not as much as you enjoy that used up little husk of a former drone that you keep in that noggin of yours” the wolfess growled and swatted the Rat right on the cheek. Hard enough to almost floor the scrawny construct.

\tHrathna growled a bit, then blushed, then looked meekly off to the side with a churr.

\t“Now that we have that sorted out. I want you to open up a blank file space for me. Nice and big, but only use space from the lab cloud. I don’t want this traceable.” Ilka giggled as she put her hand on the glass and glared in to the pod. “As for you, runt. We’re going to try a little something. Don’t worry. This shouldn’t be too difficult for you. Really, all you have to do is obey. You can do that for me now can’t you little one? Of course you can.” she giggled “I don’t give you a fucking choice”

\t“This drone doesn’t have a choice” Dana half-moaned as she looked on and shuddered. Her chest heaved hard against the tight rubber as she sucked in a breath of her own, special air.

\t“No you don’t my little freak. None of my drones do. None of you peasants should. The very notion is just vulgar.” she laughed softly and licked her lips. Those cold blue eyes twinkled with a merciless glee as the twisted wolfess leaned in closer and licked along the pod window. A shuddering little moan leaving her lips. “Though just because you can’t be trusted with a will of your own, doesn’t mean you can’t act, does it my little drone? Most of the worthless little piles of flesh who pass though my doors have their uses after all. Be they here for my leisure or simply tools to run simple errands. Even the few dolls I decide to sell off back to the more wealthy peasantry bring me some spare creds to use without mother getting wise.”

\tIlka giggled happily at that as she ran her paw slowly up and down the chamber. Her knee coming up to it a bit as Dana looked on intently. The little skunk always did hate when her Mistress got this way.

\tThe situation wasn’t helped when Dana glanced up and saw one of the armatures pulling away from the neat, near seamless position it held above her head. The thing moved its way down and extended around until it was placed firmly against the round disk of Danas data jack. The plate locking on with a sharp magnetic seal. Instantly Dana felt the stream of information streaking up and down the arm as it flooded the transmitter for the pod. Ilka giggled and shivered as she shot a quick glance to her Rat girl. Both seeming to know something Dana did not.

\t“You know you deserve this, don’t you girl? Not simply because I could make use of you. No. That was a nice perk for me. But even if you didn’t have anything special enough to toy with. I think we both know don’t we? Know you deserve this kind of treatment.”

\t“Yes. Yes Mistress” Dana muttered. Her head was already feeling woozie and a bit faint.

\t“Ah. You parrot it off so easily. But do you know just why you deserve it, little slut? Are you simply telling me what you know I want to hear? Or do you perhaps grasp what makes you so worthy of this torture?”

\tDana racked her expansive brain for something, anything to explain it. Naturally she could come up with solutions. Dozens. Hundreds. A wealth of possible answers based on past behavior and raw statistics. Yet as quickly as they popped into her head each one of those answers faded from her lips. They were wrong. They were all wrong. She knew there was only one true answer.

\t“I don’t know Mistress. Not really. Not for sure.”

\tIlka nodded her approval and cooed softly. “Good girl. That is exactly what I want to hear. You are correct, naturally. You don’t know. You have no way of knowing. That’s fine. That is why you are there in the pod while I’m out here. Watching you.”

\tA sudden jolt of painful pleasure shivered though the drone. A sickening feeling as her body was hijacked even more than it normally tended to be. It was nightmarish. The horrible, dreadful, wonderful feeling of total helplessness all the other drones felt at any given moment. Mere passengers in their own puppet bodies struggling to cope with commands that guided their every action and so often twisted their thoughts.

\t“You see little one. You, all of you. Every last worthless little mongrel on this station. In this system. In any system really. You are all simply inferior” she rolled the word seductively out of her muzzle. “Oh don’t get me wrong. I don’t blame any of you for it. It’s not like any of you chose any of your characteristics. We are all a product of fate after all. People decide for whatever reason to procreate and we are the results. But that doesn’t really mean any of us are even now does it?”

\t“N-no Mistress” Dana muttered “I don’t suppose it does”

\t“No it doesn’t” Ilka cooed as she took a step back from the pod. “I mean look at me. A perfect product of genetic engineering and flawless breeding over generations. Stock taken from those who saw fit to defy the tyranny of weak Terran officials and strike a claim for themselves on the ignorant masses of their fiefdom. Carefully selected breeding programs and cutting edge genetic enhancements from the earliest stages. Do you know how many scientists worked to develop me, my pet?”

\tDana racked her brain hard and sifted though every shred of data she had. Any reference to her Mistress’ background seemed to be blacked out. Covered in heavy layers of protection she simply could not bring herself to crack.

\t“No Mistress. I don’t” Dana muttered.

\tIlka sighed and chuckled just a bit “You tried to look it up didn’t you. I suppose that is only fair. I did program you to be a tool after all now didn’t I?”

\tDana yelped and squealed as she heard that. Her back arching in perverse delight.

\t“Allow me to spell it out for you my little slave. It took dozens of scientists, the best and brightest our corporation has to offer, to painstakingly comb though my genetic material before I was even born and select the desired traits for my optimal conditions. Another dozen alone simply to select the proper cells and breeding stock to ensure I was created as the perfect image you see before you” Ilka’s hips swayed as she combed a paw over that slightly frizzed hair.

\tAs much as she knew she shouldn’t Dana always had to admit her Mistress looked a bit disheveled when not required to present herself properly. A goddess all the same. But far different than the visage so often presented in public.

\t“Similar can be said of my sister, though the years of difference and my mothers younger ambitions for her successors seemed to drive her to different traits.” Ilka chuckled to herself as she said the words with a mocking grin. “My brother didn’t even have that. The doctors did what they could but that silly tryst ensured that they could not even begin work on the fertilized eggs until they had split. It required a retrovirus just to ensure he got enough manipulation to make him worth. Still…”

\tIlka grinned a bit as another jolt of pain shot though Dana “What that means to a lowly little worm like you should be all too clear. I am superior. I was created to be superior. Designed to be superior. Not by the will of the gods or luck of some genetic lottery. I am, objectively, better than you”

\tDana tried her best to nod at the statement. She couldn’t disagree. How could she? How would it be possible to say otherwise? She opened her mouth to try speaking as a sudden jolt shot though her. A fresh wave of pain and pleasure coursing though her body causing the skunk girl to arch and tremble. Suddenly her already expansive mind started to swim. Only echoes of Mistress proclaiming her obvious superiority ringing in her head as that powerful mind expanded out seemingly into space. Dumping itself out in all directions while still somehow centered in that unique little skunk brain.

\t“Peasants are worthless. They are tools. Lowly, pathetic little insects deserving nothing more than pain and suffering at the hands of their betters.  It’s only logical. It’s only natural. Besides. Deep down you all really want to be hurt, don’t you?”

\tEvery moment brought a new uneasy jolt of painful disorientation. Dana could feel her mind spreading and stretching itself out. The walls of the lab, of the apartments, of the whole hab spire where they were located all swelled to life for her at once.

\tShe was still herself. Still Dana. Still the weak, worthless little sex toy writhing in agony within the pod prison as her Mistress mounted it. Yet she was also aware of being the mechanical arms sitting patiently in wait to switch out a new drone for processing. Aware of being the security drones that sat by at the elevator stops supplementing the force of the guards with those wide unblinking eyes. Aware of people milling about. The same peasants, the same fodder, that Mistress seemed to be speaking of. All of them felt so small and weak. Going about worthless little lives as they pretended they mattered. Each one getting smaller as the scope of her mind expanded.

\tBut not Mistress.

\tDana knew that the words were ‘wrong’. Based on the morality of her past self. Based on the ideas she once held. Based on what her free will would have told her. Superiority wasn’t inherent. Worth did not only hold one measure. Life was about more than simply kowtowing and very few would ever do so willingly.

\tShe knew it, but as her mind expanded she knew that she was wrong. She did not have the choice to be right about it. She didn’t have a say. It was what mistress wanted, not what she felt was wrong or right. It was what Mistress felt was fitting for the little skunk toy in the tube. Or those weak little proto-drones milling about though the station. The more Dana thought about how pathetic and worthless those little ‘things’ were the more she longed to lift her hand. She wanted to move her fingers, just for a moment, just to touch or caress the growing need in her loins.

\tAs wrong as she knew it was, Dana wanted to please her Mistress, and that meant making the worthless toys suffer for her.

\tIlka giggled as she watched, licking her lips slowly and sensually. She clearly knew what was going though the skunk girls mind. Perhaps she even put it there. Not that Dana would mind if mistress did. After all, how could she?

\t“Oh but you want to scratch that little itch now don’t you Dana pet? Of course you do. I don’t think you ever get to cum these days without my foot paw in your mouth, or Hrathna’s big pretty dick rammed in your tight holes.” Ilka giggled abit to herself and murred “Even if she seems to give you that treat far more than she probably should.”

\t“But Mistress” Dana whined, her voice feeling as if it was coming form everywhere at once “T-this little skunk is… is horny” She could feel herself blushing under that rubber as she admitted it. The poor little thing pleading helplessly as her body lay racked in pleasure and her mind started twisting with innumerable lines of code.

\t“Now naturally I can’t exactly let you fulfill yourself on a whim, can I little Dana?” she giggled “You aren’t a person after all. You’re just a little sex doll. And I do feel you take up quite a bit of my precious love’s cum as it is.” Ilka’s dress moved to the side and for a moment the skunk would catch sight of the terrifying paradise between her owners legs. That simple, pristine mound of flesh that looked all but untouched even after the constant abuse of her own lovemaking, and the size of her hateful pet rat.

\tIlka giggled and kissed the glass right where Danas forehead would be to her. “Don’t worry little one. I may wish for you to suffer, but I’m not a monster. A terrible goddess is still a goddess after all.” she shivered and growled a bit “I want you to just look past me. Look past and see the arm. I know I’m blocking the way but we are both very aware that you can ‘see’ it. You can feel it. Can’t you little Dana? That painfully idle mechanism just sitting there.”

\tDana nodded and whined as she took a moment. She could see it. She saw the arm though at least a dozen different cameras. The arm itself had a few, and the room with the pods. Even the automated cleaning drones could see it. She felt them all at once. Even for a mind like hers it was overwhelming.

\t“You can’t move those silly arms because you have no need for them. You have no use for them. But you do have use of that big grabbing arm don’t you?” Ilka growled loudly “It’s idle. It shouldn’t be idle. Not now. Not when a vacancy is just about to open.” A pod unsealed with a belch of steam the moment Ilka said this. A blank little puppy drone stepping out of it. Her featureless little face devoid of the lenses Dana herself had. Her body wrapped in one solid shiny coat of rubber with a flat mat barcode over her pelvis. The drone walked out of the room to await assignment by Mistress at some later point.

\tIn spite of herself Dana watched all of this with a small stirring of utter bliss. She curled her toes and moaned watching the blank little thing stride its way out of the room. Part of her could hear and feel the sobs and screams of the trapped girl inside.

\t“The pod needs to be filled” Dana said meekly. Her voice choked as she said it. So utterly ashamed at her arousal.

\t“Mmm it does.” Ilka giggled

\t“Then why isn’t the arm moving?” Dana muttered

\t“You know why little one” Ilka said “We both know why.”

\t“I can’t.” Dana sobbed as she shivered

\t“You can. You will. You don’t have a say. You know you have no will of your own. If I wish for the Kenna to move the arm and place the next drone in the pod, then I will. If I want it to be you…”

\tAn erotic little spark twitched at the base of Danas skull as she started to move the arm. Started to push her mind, her thoughts into it. Making it move out of the pod room and into another small room where a bevy of bound people were curled up and tranquilized on the floor.

\tNo, not people. That was wrong. Dana knew it was wrong. No matter how she looked at the things down below her it was impossible to see any of them as people. After all she was not a person, and she was clearly the one fulfilling Mistress’ will. She was a tool. These? It was hard to tell what these were.

\tThe eye finally rested on one stand out in particular. A green scaled little snake girl. Her arms and legs curled up under her, with a hint of the shaft her people always had poking out from her awkward sleeping position. Something about the girl seemed just a bit more repugnant to her. That this thing was a viper. A snake. A pretender predator wishing to claim the greatness and glory that belonged to those like Mistress.

\tDeep down the very idea roiled in Danas fleshy gut. It was so very wrong, and she knew she had to rectify it.

\tThe universal grabber at the tip of the arm moved down and pushed against the sleeping girl as it sealed around her. The poor thing gasped and squealed hard with the feeling but was unable to do anything about it beyond shaking and impotently slamming her fist against the metal. Secondary arms came down to grab the snake girl and hold her hard in position. Soon lifting her up as the thing held her dangling like a stuffed toy in one of those archaic claw machines that sometimes popped up in arcades.

\t“Stop it! Let me go. Let me go I said. I’m gonna tell on you” the girl screamed as Dana watched her lifted up slowly. The arm was able to move faster, yet she didn’t. She knew better. She wanted Mistress to see the nice, slow, deliberate movement as the claw slowly moved from the waiting area to the pod room.

\tThe arm kept moving relentlessly as the poor girl shivered and sobbed. Her body twisting and writhing as she passed over pods. Some with screaming victims begging to be saved against the soundproof surface. Others blissfully rewritten. Some nothing more than blank drones waiting for the latex to set.

\tThe struggle stopped and the girls eyes went wide as she saw this. It was somehow satisfying to Dana. This was what mistress wanted to see. This was what mistress would spend hours drinking in after she was done here.

\tFinally the arm reached the pod and the girl was dropped in. The door quickly slamming shut on her and hissing as she was sealed into place. There was frantic pounding and mad screaming as she kicked and punched and begged for her mother. Dana checked the records. Said mother was already awaiting assignment after her conversion twelve hours ago.

\tThe operating procedure was to wait for the subject to tire. To allow fear and confusion to steep before continuing on. Dana knew it was for the best, yet the thrill she had gotten selecting the victim was not enough. Mistress had not commanded her to stop and as much as the little skunk hated herself for it, she needed release.

\t“Drone material will remain still. You are being assimilated. You will not escape. You are Mistress Ilka’s property” The words echoed in the pod in Danas voice. As shaky and conflicted as the skunk girl was the words themselves were cool and precise. Wonderfully mechanical in how controlled they really were.

\t“No! Please stop. Please let me out. I want my mommy. I want my mommy!” the girl screamed as she kept bashing her hands and feet, even her head into the pod. It took only a few moments to collapse back in with her exhaustion.

\t“Units mother has already been assimilated. Drone is currently standing by. You will also be processed.” Dana said flatly. As soon as the girl was too tired to struggle the restraint arms for the pod began to pop up. Her lithe little scaly body was held firmly in place as the installation arm moved itself around to the side of her head. There was no local this time, nothing to stop or slow what was about to happen. Dana’s hips wriggling and writhing in her rubbery flesh-body as her conquered will lined up the spike that would be the data jack.

\t“You are a drone. You will be programmed to serve Mistress. Death is not an escape. Your will shall not return. You have no say. You have no choice. This is what you deserve”

\tThe speech should have been longer. More drawn out. The whole idea to play with the minds of the pre-drones before finally enacting conversion.

\tBut Dana simply could not wait.

\tShe took one last moment to savor it all. The pain and fear of the girl. The struggling scales against those impossibly powerful little restraint arms that wrapped around her chest and head. Those wide-eyed looks of terror and pleas for her mother as the little snake hissed and sobbed and shivered. Next to mistress it was somehow the most erotic thing that the twisted little skunk drone had ever seen. She hated herself for it. Knew she had to hate herself for it.

\tBut she had to obey her programming.

\tShe had to cum.

\tThe spike drove in quickly. Nanites at the tip causing the thing to sink deep into her skull from behind her ear and quickly getting to work tethering the grey matter to the simple tool that would be used to rewrite and reshape her into a proper drone. Already that poor little mind was flooded with agonizing torrents of firmware while a thin pool of nano latex dribbled over her head.

\tAll at mistress’ demand. All under Danas control.

\t“And unless my bio-sensors for this unit are off, little skunk” the Wolfess giggled evilly “I think you just came now didn’t you?”

\t“Yes Mistress” Dana sobbed as her body twitched ever so slightly. Her now unwieldy scope of self focused almost entirely on that poor little snake.

\t“You hate what you have just done, don’t you pet?”

\t“Yes Mistress” Dana muttered

\t“and yet if this was the only way you were permitted to cum, I’m sure you would do it again. Wouldn’t you? Again and again. As many times as my heart desires.”

\t“I exist to please you, Mistress.” Dana whimpered. It was true naturally. They both knew it. This wasn’t simply a matter of Danas need. She was falling fast into her own self loathing, falling further into her unbreakable need to please Mistress. Her body and mind slowly shifting to accept her place as mistress’ tool. Whatever kind of tool that may need to be at any given moment.

\t“Good girl. As if you had a choice. Now I’m sure while you were practicing your newest little responsibility you’ve been feeling my Hrathna picking around in that little brain of yours, yes? Though not so little anymore I’d imagine. All those thoughts and feelings and patterns are just too useful to leave it tied to one meatspace tool after all.”

\t“M-mistress?” Dana muttered “What do you mean?”

\t“Well now that my custom Kenna has… evolved. I figured the personal terminal I used to make her could use an upgrade as well. Let me ask you something my toy. You love Mistress, don’t you? Love to serve me. Love to please me. Love to see the worthless wastes of material that populate my little waiting room turned into blank, suffering, willess little drones within my grasp.”

\t“Yes Mistress yes. Yes I do. I… I think I am programmed to wish it. To need it. I don’t think I have a choice” Dana choked out though a sorrowful, joyful sob.

\t“No you don’t.” The wolfess cooed “You never really did. Of course I have plans. Plans to set things right in more places than simply my own home. The first step was to secure my love. My partner. The only creation worthy of being mine, forged of my own hands and my own will. You, oddly, helped me with that. As such my little toy I think it only right that you be a ‘part’ of the next phase.”

\t“T-the next phase?” Dana muttered weakly. “This drone lives to serve you, Mistress.”

\t“Naturally you do.” Ilka cooed “My pretty love is far too, sophisticated to do what I need. Far too precious to risk and too complex to work properly. But with her creation has come inspiration. I take it you enjoyed putting the unworthy in their place, little Dana?”

\t“I do I do oh Mistress I do. Dana has no choice. Dana has no say. Dana has no will.”

\t“You don’t.” Ilka cooed “Now just relax as we make some more adjustments. You may prove to be a very useful little tool yet.”

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\tKimi shifted in her seat. Ever since meeting her, meeting the companies new owner the young woman had felt more driven and more at-ease than she had in ages. It was funny really considering the low grade stress that had overtaken much of the workroom floor.

\tShe could hear it though the fabric and plastic of her little makeshift office. People trodding the floors in anxious anticipation and speaking in hushed whispers. They were upset. Naturally, why wouldn’t they be?

\tTo hear the boss-lady tell it this was something she had been waiting for. Ms. Graves was demanding results far faster than what people were used to. The new mechanics that Miss Thanedotter insisted on had to be stress-tested and fine tuned. Integration of more non-plastics and a higher grade of Faux fur required that materials be tested in the box printers to make sure stores were selling quality product and that they couldn’t skimp on that quality with some unauthorized tampering just to skim a few credits. Story and new setting info technically had to be written, but as usual that whole team just waited on Kimi and went off to drink in the break room.

\tBut now it wasn’t the wondrous, joyous drinking binges of entitled lazy jerks who knew the job would be done for them. Now there was this wonderful little note of fear.

\tThat note of fear was satisfying to Kimi. Almost as much as knowing she would be given all of the jobs she loved anyways. People deciding they could coast by with a token effort wasn’t new by any means but now? Well now Kimi could officially say that she went almost a whole day without needing her anxiety meds.

\tYet still after all this time she sat restlessly. Her eyes glanced between the array of roodscreens projected for her. A couple with 3D work stations that had half-rendered gear and equipment. One had the open packet downloading another rather large update.

\tAt this point Miss Thanedotter was clearly doing far more work than most of her colleagues. Then again, Miss Thanedotter was special.

\tKimi shifted restlessly in her seat once more. Her body twitched and fidgeted nervously. She had thought about her new owner a lot lately. Far more than she usually thought about other people. So much so infact that she was starting to ride that odd little come-down a loner like herself was used to after an all day shlick session.

\tSuch sessions were not alien to her naturally. Self pleasure was, after all, natural. Especially when one is terribly misanthropic and crippled by social anxiety. The company shrink naturally just called it porn addiction with a touch of self loathing.

\tMaybe. But she imagined Ms. Thanedotter would probably hate her more. That brought a smile to the possums face.

\tUnfortunately fantasy and afterglow didn’t offset the chemical dip very well and she was crashed on inspiration as well. At the moment the new mechanics were largely foreign to her save for what had been included in the pamphlet. Without a working example there was no way for her to stress test her new designs. Nor was she sure what she had really lived up to Ms. Thanedotters taste. Kimi really wanted to impress her most of all.

\tAs such she found herself fidgeting in her chair with nervous energy that could not be expended. Gnawing on one of the new honey-sticks they had added to the vending stations in the break room. Most of it ended up being brands owned by Yggdrasil, which fueled rumors that they had secretly been bought out by some huge soulless Mega with some VP as a figurehead.

\tKimi giggled a bit. They were just stupid little rumors after all. But even so if it was true. Well, She had to admit that soullessness tasted pretty good.

\tAbout a half hour into the fidgeting Kimi blinked and looked up to see her newest download had finally finished. Excited for some distraction beyond the over processed honey and crisp cookie crunch surely rotting her teeth out from the inside, Kimi leaned up and tapped the empty space where the display blinked for her to open.

\tInformation streamed from her work station to her jack in a flood. Images, battle strategies, themes. The whole thing hit her even harder than the first pack. Every design note so wonderfully detailed and precise. She watched her drafting tools update without the need to prompt as new material formulas and even new tech flourishes were introduced to it.

\tThen, finally, it came. One file, bigger than the rest, sitting there before her. The visuals needed a polish and there were quite a few variables to consider but Kimi knew the gist in an instant.

Grinning, growling, she leaned in and ran her finger along the rough interface for the new core AI. A file twice as big, and based on the design docs so much more intricate than any she had been able to work with.

\tAnd there, at the front, the thing any man, woman or child would see any time they checked their stats. The previous one page sheet replaced with four clear and concise pages for the new AI interface system. Diagnostic, Armament, Neuro, Abilities.

\tShe grinned wide and nodded. Tracing a finger along the tabs of the interface.

\t“Well Hello, D.A.N.A.”

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