Short Story: Slow Conversion

Female's Point of View - Robot Theme - Technology

It’s happening faster that I thought it would. 

​The nanites coursing through my body had reached critical mass. It scared and excited me to know that the technology was even possible. Why try to find a way to make them replicate when you could instead, use them to convert every single cell in the human body.

The concept was revolutionary. If it worked, it would mean the end of diseases. Hunger... Old age... Even death.

The technology was so radical that almost all religions would campaign against it. In fact, the more I thought about it, I could easily imagine a world plunged into a war that would ultimately decide to future of humans as we know them.

But all that was if the tech actually worked. 

---

And if people ever found out that it actually existed.

The whole project was run my a reclusive billionaire that had made his fortune by funding wild and weird projects. Most of them didn’t pan out, but when they did, he held the patent and made millions.

If this one worked...

I shivered to think what would happen.

Then again... Would he even make it public? Or would he use it to fuel his desires? After all, world domination wasn’t really something he wanted. Never mind curing the world...

Oh no...

What he wanted was exactly what I wanted. I had volunteered for this insane project on the hope that it would actually work. I had always longed to be a synthetic person.

Or more precisely, a synthetic sex toy.

So far, I was happy to see that most of my body would convert from the organic shell that was who I am to a perfect synthetic version of myself. I could even follow the progression of the nanite's evolution as my skin cells turned and went from pale skin color to a dull silver.

It scared and excited me so much!

I could feel that they had reached my brain. My thoughts were getting sluggish, which told me that my neurons were also being converted to the artificial. I was told it would eventually happen. I was somewhat ready for it.

But since I was the first, no one knew how much of my real self would be left after the conversion. No one could say with certainty if I would keep my memories. If I would remember who I once was. The theory was that I would.

Which comforted me.

But it also made me wonder if another aspect of the change would eventually be possible. Since my brain and body would essentially become artificial, the theory also assumed that a computer would be able to interact with my brain.

And that possibly, I could interact with a computer...

The second part sounded cool, but it was the first part that retained my attention and ultimately convinced me to volunteer. To think that someone could connect directly with my mind and mess around with my thoughts... With my code...

It made my pussy pulse with need.

And since I knew the billionaire funding all this was a pervert of the highest order, I knew he would use that ability to hack my mind and turn me into his personal toy.

Or I hoped he would...

Besides, it all hinged on the tech and how it would convert my brain. No one could be sure how I would turn out.

So I sit and wait.

I wait and watch my skin slowly turn to silver as my thoughts slow down.
I watch and hope as the nanites slowly turn each of my cells into artificial perfection.
I hope that I’ll wake up one day soon as an artificial person.

That I wake up as a pleasure unit compelled by ones and zeros to obey and please my Owner.

I can hardly wait...