The whir of caster wheels underneath your body wakes you up. You're on a conveyor belt, which is never a good sign. A chill wafts over your body... wait, you no longer have the socks on? Eyes open, you notice that the hypnotic visor is gone. You reach down to your groin... yes, totally naked. Yes, freedom! You sit up and pump your fists in victory!
Huh, are you supposed to be so... shiny? Your fingers run along your unusually glossy skin; your arms are smooth and slick in a way they weren't before. Wait a minute, your peach fuzz is gone! You touch your head and feel only baldness, even where your eyebrows once were. Totally shaved, not cool at all. But why would they want to- what would they NEED to-
Your head tilts down slightly and you see an abyss of glistening, bubbling black five meters below you. You're about to get dunked! Instinct alone stirs you to back away from the tank of black goo you're about to fall into, yet your slippery body can't get enough traction to stand up or even crawl quickly. As a last ditch attempt to stop the inevitable, you flip on to your belly and grasp at the sides of the conveyor belt, which is only slightly wider than your body. All this does is cause you to slide long with the sound of fingertips on steel until-
KERPLUNK.
All color and sound are wiped away in an instant as your mortal body is plunged into black oil. Thrash, thrash go your limbs. You try to swim, to make any movement at all, but it's like being suspended in an endless bowl of jelly. Your lungs begin to strain as holding your breath becomes difficult. Despair begins to set in... when you feel a large steel claw scoop under your shoulders and pull!
As soon as it feels like you've breached the surface you wipe your hands over your face and take a deep breath. A dank industrial scent invades your nose as you brush the black gunk out of your eyes. Nothing but air swishes under your dripping feet.
"Aah! What... where... BLLG"
There's barely any time to react before a blank metal mask is pasted on to your face! A pair of squishy bags are stuck to your chest, and a second pair are pressed on to your thighs.
"Ouuf! Heegh, sthhap eet!"
You don't have time to say much else before you're dunked into the tank once more. The second dip feels shorter, perhaps because you saw it coming this time. After you're lifted out of the tank, this time you feel a strange spray waft over you...
"Huuh?"
Heat begins to caress your oily black form as it cures and dries around you! Further attempts to wipe away the gunk is futile; within seconds you are stuck within a stretchy black shell, a silhouette of a small and vaguely feminine human. The mechanical claw drops you down on painted concrete- probably a factory floor, but it's hard to see what's going on through the thin black film over your eyes. The world feels padded around you, like wearing a pair of thick gloves except all over your body. Is it... over?
The large hands grabbing you disagree. You're being dragged off to a second room, where your uniform awaits...