A loud thrum filled the air as Frey@ properly came back online, her metallic irises whirring as she focuses her gaze on the again-human Mono. "A volunteer has stepped forth, and thy charging services have proved... quite adequate."
The sight of a cyber-unicorn-horse-goddess brushing slightly would rank higher on the list of strange things anyone present had been witness to if not for everything else they'd all been through.
"You will now be reconfigured to gather more energy for future charging. Do not resist this."
As Mono raises a finger to question that last bit, a slick metallic tube bursts up from the ground, surrounding him, sprouting leafy branches in a perfectly mathematical pattern on the outside, and a series of grasping claws and small needles within, restraining Mono and injecting him with... what he has to assume were nanites or raw magical energy, or robo-tree-sap or something. Whatever it is, it's oddly painless, and brings along a number of rapid changes.
First, his whole body just stretches out vertically. He generally becomes quite thin and willowy as his body stretches to a height of just over eight feet tall. As he is pumped full of more... whatever it was, he then began to fill back out, hips and chest swelling out, first to something of a nice tasteful hourglass shape, and then a good bit further, breasts growing to nearly the size of Frey@'s, really straining at the fabric of the T-shirt which was really more of a severely distressed crop-top given the new proportions. The accompanying shorts likewise had a hard time holding in Mono's notably wider hips ripping and tearing but not quite falling apart completely, and straining even further as a rather impressively large bulge tents them out in the front.
Mono briefly experiences a sensation a bit like being tickled with a set of pom-poms as his hair simultaneously grows out to an unruly mop reaching down to the top of those rather distressed shorts, and transforms into a mop of soft vibrant leaves, each adorned with golden circuitboard traces. The tickling leaves feel quite natural after a moment, or at the very least less of a concern than the strip of skin between the nape of his neck and the bottom of his spine, transforming to smooth, hard, yet somehow still flexible wood. This odd wooden accent further flowing around Mono's waist, which seems to sinch in as this happens, with further wood paneling flowing down the outside of each leg, and another band circling around to lift and support those new breasts that were already starting to cause a bit of stress on his spine... before it turned to wood at least.
Next, shiny chrome spreads out from those wood-paneled accents along each leg, giving extra strength to them, and a far more feminine shape, particularly as the built in heels raise that already somewhat ridiculous standing height by another good six inches. A wide panel on the inside of the tree opens, from which a pair of those restraining arms next proceeds to carefully pull down those much abused shorts, and two more, rather alarmingly, undo some complex fasteners and disconnect a large triangular section between Mono's hips containing the entirety of his (much more sizable, and also metallic) crotch. Just after his manhood is pulled into the wall, the whole panel begins rotating, with a series of other crotch plates being briefly gingerly, snapped into place, prodded gently, and removed. In addition to several different decidedly phallic and yonic options, the rotation seems to include a variety of cable ends. Two-pronged AC, 3-pronged, european style, USB A B and C (and of course the OTHER USB, for socketting into Frey@), ethernet, serial, firewire... it's quite a selection.
After this testing cycle returns back to the original hardware, and some other changes, pointed ears, elven features, nice nails, all the classics, Frey@ begins to speak in that distant mechanical drone again.
"HARDWARE RECONFIGURATION COMPLETE."
"DRIVERS INSTALLED."
"CONNECTING BASE UNIT TO DRIODE NETWORK..."
Yet another cable pops out of the wall, inserting itself into a port at the top of Mono (or is it "Driode" now)'s wood paneled neck, establishing a connection with the rest of "the Driode network," spare bodies, all exactly like this one, housed in techno-tree-chambers, all exactly like this one, in precisely 31 other locations around the world, any of which can be instantly switched over to when plugged in like this, for an instantaneous means of transportation, in a manner that would likely be quite existentially unnerving to anyone who hadn't just spent a fair deal of time as some sort of sentient holographic projection jumping around the internet.
"INSTALLING HANDSHAKE PROTOCOLS..."
"INSTALLING ASSSHAKE PROTOCOLS..."
"UPGRADING VOICE PACKS AND KINEMATICS..."
"RECONFIGURATION FINALIZED."
The tree/chamber retracts its various needles and clamps, one pair quickly returning to pull those shorts back up, and opens a set of double doors facing out towards everyone else again.
Returning to a more regal tone, Frey@ says. "It is done. Thou art now properly befitted to travel the world, seeking out energy both electrical and spiritual, store it within thyself, and transfer it to my holy person in the proper manner. We have also granted thee thy wish for..." she sighs, and her mane flickers in a more vibrant flashing pattern, "TRULY EPIC TITS! BIG BEAUTIFUL NATURALS YOU CAN REALLY SINK YOUR HANDS INTO! RIPE JUICY MELONS RIGHT THERE!" She twitches a bit and her main returns to a cool pulsing green. "Our will will eventually reshape this entire world, but such efforts are... draining upon us." Her horn seems to have noticeably dimmed from that "network establishing" step.