Elizabeth had no time to deal with the screaming woman in the chair. Quickly she moved from console to console, typing various commands in order to transfer as much data as possible to the server located in the university’s basement. However just as she had managed to get 65% taken care of, the machine let out a large rattle as wires and mechanisms gutted out from the sides. As the machine groaned into its final death moans The girl in the chair was forcibly ejected from the contraption while a huge plum of smoke filled the room. Dr. Elizabeth barely had time to move out of the way as a piece of the head motion capture sensor came crashing down inches from her arm.
As for the newly transformed girl, things were not any better. For staters, the woman had lost most of her brain functions in the machine failure. She operated on a endless drive to have sex and be a huge slut. Additionally, the goal of wanting to be a woman had become corrupted and the drooling girl felt an insatiable urge to help others achieve this state of being.
But worst of all, she was injured. Upon ejection, the girl had hit the back wall and broken several ribs and an ankle. Even with such a diminished intelligence, the girl in animalistic fashion could sense danger was in this room and begun to make her way to safety. In the confusion and chaos, neither her nor Dr. Elizabeth saw one another
As she made her way outside, the girl had a clear moment of thought: hospital or house