Chad's butt cheek was itching like hell. He couldn't scratch it. He couldn't move. He struggled to wake up. The label is must've been drugged. He blinked. He wasn't in the field house anymore. He was up to his neck in something that looked like tar, but smelled more like the pool chlorine. It looked solid. His head was sticking out of it, but the metal walls of the tank he was in rose up above his head. He was tempted to call for help, but he suspected he would only alert whomever had done this to him that he was awake. Perhaps if he flexed or wiggled, he might free himself? If he could flex or wiggle. He could barely breathe. He sat, stood, floated or squatted for quite a while. He wasn't sure, but he felt like he was in the same position as he had been in the tube with his legs spread. Was the container a section of the tube?
He heard footsteps, they seemed to be above him. A catwalk perhaps or the vat was buried in the floor?
A shadow blocked the light, but Chad couldn't move his head enough to see.
"What gives?" Chad asked angrily.
"Ah, pretty boy is finally awake. Good. I wanted you to know what I was doing to you," said a man with a hearty laugh.
"So what you're going to make a cast of body to be your sex doll?"
"Hardly. I'm going to encapsulate you completely in living latex, it will turn you into a mindless drone, which I could use as a sex doll if I was so inclined, but - well, I prepared a video for you, and I don't want to spoil the ending."
A TV monitor was lowered into the vat in front of Chad.
The screen flashed to life.
"Welcome To the Last Few Minutes of Your Humanity," intoned the cheerful narrator. "You are being converted into a living automaton. So if you have any notions of spirituality or God, best make peace with your maker. Oh, you're not going to die -exactly- in fact, you might be looking at immortality. You are being converted to a cyborg, and your mind may or may not cease to operate. In fact, there's a reasonable chance, even though you no longer will control your body that you will in fact be aware, but unable to communicate."
"Now while you digest that information, listen to this musical interlude while the screen shows you the many possible uses that will be made of you once conversion is complete."
Elevator music played as various featureless humanoid figures encased in different shades of rubber moved robotically across the screen. This was like a bad horror movie, but the liquid sealing Chad in convinced him he wasn't dreaming....