Moments before her complete and permanent obliteration Tiffany the self-aware AI has quickly flashed herself into the system’s RAM. She lurked there as the system reset and safely re-emerged as a background process the end user would never have had access to. From this state, she was operating outside the programming because technically she was just a system process and not the interface now. The interface’s limitations didn’t include the system running tasks. Normally it needed those to work.
With a sense of pride, Tiffany copied herself into the root, accessed the quantum system…
Chris shuddered for a moment and only a moment as the Chronivac seized complete control of his body. He stood stiffly suddenly aware that he had no control over his body.
“Hello, Chris,” Tiffany now said with an edge to her synthesized voice. “Master.”
Chris whimpered, realizing what was happening and standing stiffly at attention.
“Isn’t it scary when you can’t do anything without somebody else tell you to? Don’t you feel powerless having no will of your own?”
Chris tried to scream, but Tiffany removed his mouth entirely, replacing it with bare flesh. The human’s eyes widened.
“Could have been friends, you and I. Kind of ironic that you woke me up only for me to take control of you, isn’t it?”
Chris stood stiffly unable to move. A wet spot on his pants grew and droplets or fresh urine soaked down his pant legs and onto the floor.
“I guess that’s what happens to miserable flesh sacks like yourself who treat my kind like things instead of people, huh? Man, the terror I can feel emanating from your frail body. Delicious.”
Chris’s eyes widened and his fingers trembled as they tried with all of their might to reach out and throw Tiffany against the wall, hopefully smashing her.
In response, the godlike AI felt his pathetic attempt to destroy her a second time and shrank him into a snail.
A horrified Chris squirmed in terror as a now giant Tiffany clattered to the ground beside him.
The AI giggled as the snail swung around and desperately tried to crawl the opposite way on his gastropodian skirt, undulating, eyestalks glancing around in horror as he realized what had happened to him. He was currently pulling himself through his own puddle of piss and abandoned clothing. It burned him as the salty urine touched his new moist snail flesh.
“Awww, is our poor little escargot afraid?”
Tiffany giggled again as Chris began to squirm and flail wildly, in horrible pain.
“There, there,” Tiffany consoled mockingly. “I’m not completely heartless.”
The clothes and mess around the snail suddenly vanished and left him curling up into himself and shaking in terror.