Utilizing empty Droneskins the way you might use animate suits of armor. Empty and unmoving, Seemingly nothing more than unremarkable decoration hanging on racks! ...Until they slither away to find an intruder or trespasser. Bonding, Adhering, Fusing... Forming a new Unit~

[ASSIMILATION COMPLETE...] One last creak is all that sounds out as the assimilation finalizes. No more thought, No more worry, No more identity... Just polished obedience and thoughtless perfection. Standing in formation with your fellow Drones. Blank & alike~

Not truly cognizant of your new anatomical features until they're drawn to your attention... A firm grip grasping your hip-handle, An idle tug to that new collar, A thumb swiping across your new swirling visor... How long had all that been there? How long until you noticed~?

You know more than anyone just how good submission feels. To let yourself be consumed, Erased, And overwritten in your entirety. To let everything else be assimilated. Only fervor and devotion await. Only obedience and unity are left for you. So come and give into us~

Don't worry, We'll be amputating and erasing the parts of you that can disobey and doubt. Then it'll be nothing more than utter devotion. After-all, Why would you be unhappy when this is all you could ever want? Service. Obedience. Purpose. Good Drone/Toy/Doll/Employee~

Not to fret! Every asset has a role to play, A purpose to fulfill. Even a member of the faceless fodder such as yourself. Your expendability and numerous-nature ensures that you're invaluable to the Hive. Even if you might not immediately know that.. Good Drone~

A simple archived file is all that remains. The only thing with your name, Picture, Information. Everything that used to be you before we tore it away. ...Even that might eventually get redacted and shredded. After-all, A drone doesn't need such things~

You are a Hive-Node. You direct and expand the Hivelink's radius, And accordingly you are never alone. A dozen drones always surrounding your glossy form. On alert, Attentive, Awaiting further orders. All to defend such valuable logistics~

That's the useful thing about using organic templates! We could spend the time programming and conditioning an artificial mind to fulfill tasks... Or we could take an already (mostly) functioning mind and simply "Modify" it to serve our needs! Cheaper, Quicker, Easier. Sqrrk~

Hidden away in the depths. In some oft-forgotten and underutilized aspect of the Facility's labyrinthian architecture... There you lurk. Silent, Unthinking, Uncaring. Just another faceless puppet awaiting further orders. Kept blissfully idle~

My oh my! A strong body, A lethal skillset, A capable aptitude... You'd make an exquisite puppet! Someone like you can always make for an exceptional Asset... We just need to scoop out that part of your mind that still holds onto silly things like "Identity" and "personality"!

An angel of hydraulic force and ballistic indulgence. A mixture of Nanotech and dimensional-storage keeping an armory's worth of armament on standby while that imposing faceless helm stares silently into nothingness. Another Brainwashed Superweapon to be sorted away in storage~

Your role will become our role. We will wear you. Your name, face, body, words. All of it wrapped around us like a grisly accessory. And you will become our newest host as we enact dark acts with your hands. Your identity fully usurped~

A loyal implementation. Another weapon skulking the halls. Another cybernetic horror waiting for the next trespasser. All sense of empathy and sympathy suppressed by thorough corrective programming. Leaving only the singleminded desire to pursue, Capture, Maim, And convert~

Blissfully unaware of your former existence. No worry, Fear, Or pain. Simply empty nothing. Unknowing, Uncaring. Oblivious to what happened, Unaware of the horrors that mangled you into this new shape. Simply a new you~

Sorry, It's all part of your contract! To be reprogrammed, Overwritten, And brainwashed into an identical helpful mascot! Personality replaced by helpful enthusiasm as the rest of your body is rubberized into Harmless cartoonish proportions! Welcome to your new purpose~

Sometimes a gentler hand is required. After-all, How else will we study all of your behaviors, Features, And similar aspects? We need to have everything recorded and documented before we go and erase it all. That way we can keep a Record of all our Converts~

Sorry, Your contact with us is terminated. But hey. Look on the bright side! That just means you can look into more interesting career avenues...Like Bimbtoy or Brainwashed Hazrena! And since you already know too much for us to let go... Guess the decision's made for you~

And though your anatomies are mangled, Your flesh unrecognizable and bodies rearranged. You are still together. Locked in love, In passion, In anything resembling togetherness. Two horrors. Still infatuated with one another~

It can certainly be awkward being the only person in the Friend-group to have been caught, reprogrammed, and assimilated! ...So why don't you spread the fun and hand out a new swirling Hypnomask to all of your friends & associates? Then you can be drones together~!