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Are you sure it doesn't hurt? I've called a taxi to take us to the Sightmart nearby.

Don't worry, bro. I'm fine. I can still see well enough with my other one. This one just displays, “Iris disabled: Unknown substance. Please contact support.”

I feel terrible… I didn't expect that... well, you know.

Haha I definitely didn't expect it would break either. I'm even more embarrassed than you are...

It's actually my first time with... umm...

With a cyborg? Or with a guy?

Both, actually…

Ah, I see. No pun intended. It's alright. You're a hell of a shooter, though...

Dude. Stop please...

[Ding A shuttle is approaching level 74 landing pad]

Alright, let's go. Just give me one of your shirts, and I promise we'll try again afterward.

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electromagnetic anomaly detected...solar flare...sol...robo...disruption...circuit...anomaly...overload...mal.function...CPU malfunc...robot...rob..ro...robot..error...err. ...err.or....CP...U...system shut....shut...dowwwwwn

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Steve slowly came around – or at least he thought that was what was happening. His thoughts were foggy, unclear, like he was still feeling the effects of anaesthetic.

“Anaesthetic? Operation?”

He drifted out of consciousness again.

Steve had no idea how he had got there.

“There? Here? Where?”

Steve tried to focus, but nothing was coming clearer, nothing was resolving. Something was missing. In the woozy haze, Steve couldn’t feel his arms or legs.

“Wow, they must have really knocked me out,” he half-thought.

“Who?”

Steve tried hard to focus, and why the hell couldn’t he feel his legs and arms? For that matter, why couldn’t he move?

“Focus, Steve. Try to focus.”

...connecting...

Steve felt a sudden jolt, something like a shock passing through his head. The fogginess lifting, more like a jungle now, a mess of something. Pushing through the tangle of...what was it? So much of it. So much...

...connecting...

“Connecting to what?”

data...programming...initiating programs...cross-referencing...analysing...

...processing...

Somehow his thoughts became clearer.

“Connecting. Accessing programming. I. I...Steve...”

In a surge of...of...programming...he understood.

“Robot connected. Robot activated. Robot processing.”

...ambulatory systems disabled...

The robot comprehended now. It couldn’t feel his legs and arms because its ambulatory drives were not activated. It knew it was still only partially converted. Awaiting its installation of leg and arm components.

In the meantime, its new programming took over what was left of Steve’s consciousness.

Just a robot now. Ready to operate in accordance with its programming, once it was completed.

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Another time, another alien spacecraft, another once unsuspecting crew undergoing robotisation. But oh, they know now. The process forced on them, making them more efficient. More obedient. Resisting, in vain.

"It's no good," Jim tried to think as his own consciousness started to dissolve, "it's no good, can't fight it...I'm just a machine now." His own thoughts fading, into something simpler. Obedience. Simple obedience. It was easier that way. Just obey. Accept the programming...it is easier to obey...

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I was just exploring an abandoned factory in my bikesuit when suddenly I was breathing in some strange gas and then when i woke up something had happend to my suit, I've never felt so good...

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I was again asked to help and become part in a drone experiment, I think it was worth it

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Just accept your programming, become the obedient robot you have always wanted to be...