"You were brought to life by SodaCo as a living vending machine." the nurse stated
Reality started to set in as you said "I'm Joe Scart! Not some..." With the audio working better you noticed that the voice that came out of your throat was less of that of any Joe, and it didn't even really sound like it was naturally made. Like a voice synthesizer. Looking down at your body it seemed like you were wearing a frilly dress in SodaCo's colors of Blue, Gold, and Black... Like some weird idol. "What the fuck?!?" You asked as you noticed that you had some form of breasts. Giving them a touch it kinda felt like flesh but was synthetic.
"one sec..." The nurse said "going to call the SodaCo representative. They were waiting for you to wake up." Curious you tried to peek at your body underneath the dress to see how many scars were underneath... and found the dress seemed to actually be your skin in a way. Did they turn you into some sorta cute... what did she say vending machine?!? "The Representative should be able to answer your questions a lot better than I could. Although the big question, SodaCo would pay for your operation... As long as it would integrate some experimental tech and that you would work for the company to pay off the debt." You weren't happy but allowed your new body to rest and heal while the representative comes by.
The representative came in, and it was some business woman with short black hair who wore glasses that almost always seemed to have a glare on them which obscured her eyes. "Nelly Claymore, I'm here to manage you for our special promotion for our test idol Sodi. Our engineer may have went a little crazy on some of the details though..."
"My whole body still hurts... What did he mean crazy?"
"Well for one... Well your stomach wasn't functioning so his design that didn't require any stomach was a bit of a godsend..."
"Wait... no stomach... I can't eat?"
"No..." Nelly said as she looked through some skematics "If anything it looks like you take in carbonated water from your butt, combine it with the syrup in your gut... and then you can produce SodaCo sodas from various body places including your mouth... Also you get electricity from your vaginal area..."
"...Wait... So if I don't let you fuck me with an electric plug I'm just going to starve essentially?"
"Yes, but I thought you'd be more concerned with essentially having a gas pump stuck in your ass several times a day when working."
"How much of me is still me?" You asked incredibly worried
"Well... For intents and purpose your legal identity is Joe Scart... But it's been a few months, your landlord evicted you, and with your debts most of your belongings were sold off before we took care of that... So you may want to take our deal as living as Sodi-chan as some would say... Let's see a lot of organs were replaced, a lot of the skin had to be changed around... You're brain still functions..."
"So I'm just a brain in a jar?"
"It's more complicated than that... But I guess?" You just groaned as "Sodi-chan"
"Ok... I have to get fucked to live, and I vomit up soda. Anything else I should know about this body?"
"Well there's some modularity so we could always add or remove certain particular parts... Also there are certain hidden pockets around your body that open up, and were designed so that you could pull out snacks seemingly out of nowhere... Least with a little practice so you don't accidentally show kids you taking your hand off and pulling out some chips or something..."
Groaning you barked out "This is absurd! How is this even legal?!?"
Ms. Claymore wrote down on a notepad "Get a therapist." then said "Mr. Scart, Rest. You are still healing and getting used to your body. Just close your eyes, go to sleep, and when you wake up you'll be feeling a lot better... Command Code: 1111"
"Wait what wa-" You muttered as your eyes forced themselves closed and your body stopped giving information to your brain, and at some point your brain just gave up trying to do anything and went into a sleep state. Next time you woke up...