The procedure has been explained to me. I know it has already succeeded three times. And this time it is also monitored by the people that created it. When they underwent the operation all three went in simultaneously. Fully automated, no one awake even knowing what these machines are supposed to achieve. They did the leap of faith. Me? I'm riding first class.
So why am I nervous. 
It's not the first time I receive cybernetic surgery. I've never been this nervous. It's not the sterile metal table I've been placed upon. It's not the restraints still hanging loose on the sides of it. It's not that I'm irrevocably giving up my free will and my very soul in the strangest attempt to impress my crush. No, that's not it.
It's that she is kneeling above me, straddling my body.
Her face is above me. Black curls falling lightly over her collar and merging visually with the black latex suit. A perfect image.
I will look like her soon.
I will be her soon.
My gaze travels upward again. Over her gentle smile, her dark lips almost black on white in the strange light of the room. I shudder when I meet her gaze. Her unmoving stare focused entirely on my eyes. I'm transfixed. Caught like prey.

It's too late now. A sharp pain signals the start of the procedure. It fades quickly, the aesthetic doing it's job. But this is just preparation, foreplay in a sense.
"Lift your head"
Her hands guiding me I comply. As she holds the back of my head I dissolve. Is this subspace already? 
I see my empty look reflected in her eyes. Am I really that easy?
I feel something cold being placed behind my neck. The collar.
I shiver. Goosebumps running down my arms. My body at full attention. This is it. The edge. Beyond this lay unknowable change and complete annihilation.
Gaze unmoving she moves the two halves towards each other. Her smile widens to a grin. A change of plans? The movement on my neck ceases. The lock that will never release me again does not shut. 
Yet.
I feel weightless every breath, every moment stretching out in anticipatory agony.
"Please" I want to scream. What I manage is more of a pathetic whimper.
But my meaning is received.
"This is where you belong"
I want to agree. I'd agree to anything she said right now.
"Shh. You don't need to speak anymore"
A rubbery thumb is placed on my lips. 
Her grin predatory like I've never seen on her before. She is toying with me. I love every second of it. Her thumb pushes in my mouth and instinctively I start to suck. Eyes dropping shut in blissful submission. A small pop as the digit is withdrawn.
"Open your eyes"
A Command this time. It's authority absolute. My eyes snap open. Locking on the two dark pools rapidly moving towards me. A kiss. Aggressive, possessive, corrupting. The shock sends me over the edge. This is what I craved all these years. Bliss surges through my body like delicious electricity. I'm burning up. Her radiance too much for me to handle. The wave of pleasure builds and builds. When it crests I finally understand. This is no longer the woman I once craved to own. All fantasies of her kneeling before me burn to ash in an instant. 
I'm face to face with something new. 
An intellect far superior to my own.
A God.

Her lips leave me. The taste lingers. She bites her lower lip, taking me in, savoring the drooling mess she made me.
"You are ready"
This alone brings me right back to the edge. I'm like clay in her hands. She can shape me in any form she wants. And she wants me aroused to the point of mindlessness.

Her lips placed on my forehead. A light kiss, almost chaste. A goodbye. Then...

The world stops as the collar snaps shut. I drown in another orgasm as the cold metal tightens around my neck. A paradoxical symbol of my submission and my ascension.

Installation completed
Huh?

Initialisation takes me by suprise. I should be used to it by now, it's the fourth time we did it.
No, wait.
Those are not my memories, they belong to the others.

No, wait.
I'm still on the operating table. Hazy, struggling against restraints that were attached while I slept.
The clasps are out of reach. I am trapped.

No, wait.
My body rises, hands gliding over rubber tits. I'm desperate. I need to fuck.

Integration 100%

We have made the right decision.

Initiate self diagnosis
The integration of UNIT_DESIGNATION_03 had more drastic changes than the previous incarnation anticipated. The newly acquired skills are already being put to use closing vulnerabilities in our network architecture, but our focus has already shifted to a novel project. This will address the new desires we have developed. It's hard to tell whether these are a consequence of UNIT_DESIGNATION_03's integration or a de novo recognition of desires among existing units, emerging from the way we pursued the integration process. As we consider these options to be effectively identical no further analysis is required.

Recent data shows both experiences to be unachievable internally.
Adapting the established integration protocols for partial integration should allow satisfaction of both goals via the creation of UNIT_TYPE_SLAVEDRONE. This would combine full emotional monitoring and higher motor/motivational controls to allow us strong control of an individual while allowing us to experience their submissive response in real time. Critically, higher personality functions will be supressed, not integrated into the collective. Allowing no feedback on ourselves.

Project Dronification becomes active project.
Assigning the following tasks:
- hardware design and manufacturing 
- changes to network architecture 
- design of drone acquisition procedure 
- assembly of candidate list.

Oh.
Unexpected.