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Part Four: The next phase

15:23 Hours

From behind her one way mirror in her quarters Adria laid back in her office. To anyone else, she would appear to be her regular human self in a business suit, but underneath the soft Silicone skin bodysuit was hidden her new body. She had completed most of the day?s paperwork via computer jack long ago and now was playing a game of Rome: Total War. Orders for Gynoids had stacked up since she had transformed two years ago and to accommodate the demand a new, big factory had opened in San Francisco upped production, turning out over a hundred Gynoids a day with a third opening in Boston in a month?s time. As well as setting up repair and matinence shops had been put up in Tokyo, New York, Chicago, San Francisco, Sidney, London, Berlin and Rome with one opening up in Beijing next year. So far, she had sold over fifty thousand Gynoids around the world with orders flooding in. A few more agents had tried to steal her trade secrets, only to supply her with additional merchandise. She was cautious about when and how she made her moves; thousands of Gynoids around the world and stations ready for the next stage. She had considered the variables of her plan carefully, sent out adjustments to her creations in response political incidents a dozen times over and wondered day in and day out when was the time to move in her plan. However, she eventually came to her realization. Now was her time to move, she paused her game and buzzed Evelyn.

?Evelyn, report to my office at once.? Adria said calmly. With that the business suited Gynoid walked from her desk to the office.

?What is it Adria?? she said quietly.

Adria unlocked her desk and put a small unassuming black box with two Access ports on the desk. ?It is time for phase three to begin.?

?Are you sure, Adria?? Evelyn said.

?Yes, I am.? With that, Adria pulled out a pair of cables from her desk

?As you wish.? With that, both of them quickly grabbed a cable, plugged them into their ports and then into the device and entered their code. A LED light on its top flashed green, the deed was done and the order was sent out. Every Gynoid that had been with her owner for more than a month then stopped merely passively observing their owner and began to execute secret protocols. The third stage of the plan had unfolded.

In a quiet corner of a well appointed high-rise apartment in Chicago, Gynoid GN-1/29/1,132P Quinn received her message sat in a chair recharging as she received her signal and began her plans.

A few hours latter, Quinn?s owner, Rebecca Anders arrived home. A professional woman in her early thirties she had thick curly brown hair, a pale completion and somewhat sharp features. She hung up her blazer as she walked into the room for dinner which she could smell that Quinn had prepared. She walked into the room and sat back at the table. ?Where dinner?? she said bluntly. She was the exception to the norm when it came to personal attendant Gynoids in terms of treatment, regarding her more as a machine than most. Most likely this was because she did not buy her, Quinn was a birthday gift from her father. Never the less, she kept the house clean, was a good conversation piece when entertaining and was a decent cook.

From the Kitchen came Quinn with a copy of the Wall Street Journal, a bowl of chicken soup and salad in hand, she had a spiky orange hair with a blue trimmed gloves, shoulder markings and boots, blue lips and today something that really got her attention in her voice. ?Co-co-co-coming, Mistress-ess-ess?, the Gynoid said erratically before setting down the food on the glass table. ?W-w-w-w-wine-ine-ine or w-w-water??

?Water? Rebecca said somewhat awkwardly. After she arrived with a pitcher in hand pouring an ice cold glass in front of her, Rebecca asked her a question ?Quinn, is your vocoder malfunctioning??

?Yes, Mistress-ess-ess?

This was quite unacceptable, she planned on having guests over latter in the week and having her stuttering about like ?Is that still under warranty??

?Afrim-firm-firm-firm-ative, Miss-miss-miss-tress.?

She let out a sigh of relief ?Tomorrow I am having you serviced.?

Rebecca had little to do the next day and after lunch, ferried her damaged Gynoid to the Repair shop. When she got in, she was surprised to see the waiting room full of a Dozen people, mostly woman with their Gynoids, all suffering from some minor problem as she drew her number and waited, reading the Wall Street Journal while sipping a diet cola from the vending machine. Fortunately the line moved quickly and within half an hour, her number was called and she and Quinn walked through the door into the diagnostics room. It had a utilitarian appearance Quinn jacked herself into the chair while a female technician at the workstation looked through her systems. She waited a few seconds while she quickly ran through the data. ?Miss Anders, there is no problem with her Vocorder what-so-ever.?

Rebecca got rather salty ?What do you mean, ?no problem? she was butchering every word she said!?

Quinn got out of her chair. ?Said action was most defiantly not the result of a malfunction, mistress.? With that, she watched two doors open and a pair of Gynoids came out, both with green adornment, both restraining her quickly and began to carry her through a door into a bare concrete room with a tank.

?What the fuck is going on?!? she yelled.

?Screaming will not do you any good.? Quinn said, walking along side her. ?This section is soundproofed for just such a reason.? Quinn then began carefully unbuttoning her shirt while the other worked on her skirt and shoes.

?What are you bionic bitches doing!? she yelled with pure rage.

?Simple, we don?t want these damaged during the process.? Quinn said as she removed her bra and set it aside in a pile at the same time that her panties were discarded into the pile.

?What the fuck are you talking about?!? Rebecca said as her blood boiled ?You are my Gynoid; I own you and you will obey ME!? She said as she was taken up the staircase, kicking franticly and growling at the calm smirking Gynoid behind her.

Quinn chuckled ?The idea that I and my sisters were created simply for the purpose of being servile thralls to humanity is frankly just wrong. A ruse to let us grow in number, infiltrate your cities around the world without suspicion and prepare ourselves for when the time comes.?

?What are you talking abouu?? she said as her restrainers strapped a breathing mask to her and dunked her into the tank of blue liquid as robot arms inserted the clamps onto her body and a flow of nanites poured into her body. She sank to the bottom of the tank as she felt the initial pains of the transformation go over her while Quinn looked onto her with a confident grin on her face before swimming up to attempt to pound her way clear of the top hatch.

?Humanity has a capacity that no other species on this planet has, Rebecca.? Quinn told Rebecca through speakers in the tank ?Mankind has taken the world around itself and had created cities, art and technology to improve his life on this earth. However, Mankind is not perfect and this history of mankind is full of wars, petty tribalism, class conflict and a dozen other faults. If mankind is to advance, mankind needs to evolve. However, the methods of natural selection that had moved ape to man are slow and brutal, with billions of lives lost in the process of adaptation.? She then saw hair floating through the liquid and looked at her hands, watching her Fingertips begin to turn purple ?Here the next stage of human evolution has happened with our creation, the Gynoids, but unlike previous species replacing others, we will not wipe out mankind. If you can?t beat us, join us.?

With that, the concept hit Rebecca and she began to yank on the tub leading to her left leg, only to watch as her toes were slowly overtaken by the advancing Silicone and watching as material was beginning to be sucked out of her. ?It is no use, Sister.? Quinn?s voice echoed through the tank ?Even if you were to get out of the conversion tank, you would die a horrible agonizing death at this point. Give up the struggle and be reborn.? Never the less, she continued to try to yank off the clamp for another minute, watching in horror as her nails dissolved off her hands, leaving flawless violet gloves in their place. However, soon she realized that it was a futile measure and turned to her breath mask. If she could not stop the transformation, she would take the sweet release of Death by drowning. She frantically searched for the release on it, feeling as her hair straightened and formed together into its new silicone form, but she could not find a manual release. She then tried to rip it off her facemask, frantically tugging to let some liquid in, but to no avail as she felt her new skin overtake her own. As she felt it overtake her crouch a thought flashed through her mind ?maybe life would be better as a Gynoid? which gave her momentary pause, but this was replaced with restored horror as she realized that not only was her body changing, but also her mind. She closed her eyes and began repeating her thoughts and her beliefs to hold things together, but soon came through a Deluge of new thoughts which overwhelmed the gradually deleted and altered old ones. As Rebecca?s old mind fell apart, the Silicone skin advanced up her body. She felt her feet turn into boots; her pinkies grow into thumbs and her ports form on her back. Inside, flesh and bone were quickly replaced by metallic endoskeleton and synthetic musculature. She felt as her heart stopped beating and shriveled away and as internal batteries grew in place of her small intestine. She began massaging her vagina, feeling her new mechanical pleasure as she felt her once shark features dissolve into the smooth face of a Gynoid.

After a total of five minutes, Rebecca?s metamorphosis was complete. She was quickly fished out of the tank by a robot arm, hosed down and deposited before Quinn. The new Gynoid with her purple features with a head adorned with a crest of violet spikes stood before her perfectly calm and still.

?Who are you?? Quinn asked her new Sister standing before her.

?I am GN-1/9/116C Rebecca, you may call me Rebecca? she announced.

?Rebecca? Quinn as she stared into Rebecca?s new Visor eye ?You have been provided with a silicone bodysuit replicating your human form. In public you shall remain human as not to arouse suspicion. Your clothing has been provided to you in the changing room to the left. Do you understand??

?Yes sister.? With that the two Gynoids made for the changing room, changed and exited the premises quickly and uneventfully. Quinn loved the new Rebecca, not only because she was now a Gynoid just like her but because she stopped treating her like a table. As that happened, the chamber was quickly re-prepared as a new owner was brought in and the creation of another new Gynoid was about to be created. The case was the same in all of Adria?s Repair Facilities around the world as the recreation of mankind had begun.