....still needing a loyal and capable partner, so I decided to make one.” Those words, punctuated by another headrub, sends you into giving Lisa an instinctual hug, driven by a sudden and foreign ecstasy at the fact that you were so useful and valuable that she’d change you this way. You reign those intrusive thoughts with effort, your face settling into a neutral look as you sigh.
Marshaling some effort, that neutral look turns into a disapproving frown, aimed right at Lisa. “You turned me into a robot slave, you know that, right? That’s really messed up.”
“Well, duuuuuuh. Why do you think I abducted you?” She rolls her eyes, saying that like it’s obvious, your own narrowing at her. “What? You think it was an accident? Nah, I wanted to get myself a partner who I didn’t have to split anything with and I wasn’t going to *pay* for a slave or anything for this.” She scoffs lightly. “Getting one is like a quarter of the cost of the process. Whole lot cheaper to just find some primitive world with a compatible sapient species, abduct one, and bam! Cheap as can be, especially when you find the whole conversion kit while salvaging.”
“....So you turned me into a robot slave girl using technology you found in a wreck?!” You’re incredulous, mouth agape in horror at the prospect of how screwed you are.
She rolls her eyes. “Oh please, it’s an advanced military model from a wrecked warship you dumbass. Like I’d trust my life to someone made from crap; that’d defeat the whole point.”
That calms you a bit at least, and maybe you feel a little spike of pride when the suit assures you that yes, you’re a top of the line model. It’s with that thought that you sigh again, eyes affixed on your mistress; “So, what now?”
“Give me current conversion status” she volunteers.
“Phase two complete.” Monotone again, and oh, huh, there’s a little flashing light at the edge of your vision. It opens when you focus on it, revealing a little panel of information telling you that phase 2 is complete and you need to return to your pod, whatever that is, to begin phase 3. All this takes place in a thousandth of a second, your processing speed having increased exponentially over an organic mind. “Pod assistance required to proceed with Phase 3.”
A nod from your owner, satisfied, and taking your hand with no ceremony, she begins leading you through the ship your eyes focused wholly on her and not taking in the sights as it were, ending at a small room with a silvery oblong capsule, laying on the ground, able to accommodate a person laying down like a covered bed. It looks a little scuffed and damaged and even though you’ve never seen it in your life, you know deep in your soul that this is YOURS. This is your pod, and you know that more deeply than you’ve known anything. And it answers part of your question at least, though what it is and what it does eludes you. A confused look at Lisa sends her smiling. “This is your conversion and recharge pod. It’s meant to go with the suit. You go in, it changes you, repairs you, upgrades and modifies you, recharges you, so on and so forth.”
As if on command, the pod opens, revealing a padded and molded rest, as if perfectly sized for you. You just have to lay down. And every fiber of you that was the suit wants to. You know this is inevitable, so why delay it? Giving Lisa a fatalistic smile you salute her, “see you on the other side Mistress.” and then climb into the pod, settling in as the lid closes with a hiss. The lightless interior offers no hint to the next step as….