Standing in the afterglow, you hear a low chuckle and an amused "well that worked perfectly~" that your mind instantly registers as 'Mistress Lisa's'. You process that for a heartbeat, confusion registering on your features as you stare at the lizard girl, an internal designation clearly registering her as your mistress and owner. It's a strange feeling, not like you lack free will, but more an awareness that if she asks you to do something, you'd feel a strong compulsion to do it. Maybe not necessarily happily, but you'd probably do it.
"W-what?!" you gape out. "What just...what just happened?!" You bonded with your suit. You and Mari became one. It may have been a stupid idea, but you feel great. The rest of this though, well, "Why are you my Mistress now?!" purple face wide eyed as you stare at the laughing lizard woman.
Lisa leans in, toothy grin looking awfully predatory. "So, little confession; this entire thing, turning you into a girl, giving you this suit, it's all a little plan of mine. Now see, true Artificial Intelligences, like, actually thinking instead of copying from examples, are impossible to actually make reliably. You can do it with a lot of money, a lot of luck, and lots of failures. And if it does work, most ‘natural’ AIs are, well, weird. They don’t think like people do. You know what's a whole lot easier and cheaper? Digitizing a person's consciousness and making them into what's basically an AI. Still expensive, but a whole lot less than growing one, actually thinks like person, and a whole lot more reliable."
You gulp a little, uncertain, wanting to panic but Mari's unvoiced presence acts like a hug, calming and comforting you. "And....and you've digitized me?!"
"Started the process at least, irreversible before you ask. You're now, under most laws in the galaxy, no longer a 'person'." She lazily smirks at you, showing far too many teeth, "give me current status of conversion process, and pick a new designation for yourself, that's an order."
You feel several things. The first is your mouth involuntarily opening, a monotone stating "Current status; stage two, neural integration. Integration at 94%; overall organic mass at 91%." with a HUD opening up in your mind's eye, giving you that data as you say it. The second is more terrifying. You know you have a name, one you grew up with and have had since you were born. A name that may not fit now but it's still *yours*. And now you feel a deep and abiding need to pick something else. You *have* to pick something else. You fumble for a heartbeat, mind blank with the shock of the order and need to comply when your companion offers a suggestion that you gratefully blurt out with a perfectly even tone belying none of the confusion and panic you feel. "Setting designation to Mari with owner's permission."
Your mistress looks satisfied, "Set." You feel the name settle in. You had a name before. Your name is now Mari. If someone called you your old name you'd likely react because you're polite, but it's not your name. Your name is Mari. Until she orders you to change it again. Still, it makes sense; it’s what the suit is named and if you’re one, then it’s only fitting that you take her name. It’s that thought which calms you down, or makes you feel calm. You again, know you should probably be panicking now, but you’re not. You’re calm. Even. Rational.
“What now, mistress?” Your tone is near emotionless, unnaturally calm. You’re feeling unnaturally calm too. You don’t want this. You should hate this. She just said that you're no longer a person! You should be fighting and screaming, but you’re calm, accepting. And maybe a part of you, the part that was the suit but is fully integrated, inner Mari, maybe, is actually happy at this.
“Well Mari” Her addressing you by your name sending a little thrill through you; that part of you that was the suit filled even more joy at the address. The delight is a little infectious and a little smile breaks out onto your face. That rush of joy from the once-suit is even more intense as Lisa rubs your head affectionately, “there’s a reason why I took the effort I did on that little trap, after all, I’m….”