Nefarious Nanobots - Part Two

My eyes bulges I stare within the metallic thermos, my gaze locking to a roiling mass of silver that appears to shimmer vibrantly no matter how I look at it. Nanobots, built up and trained rest in the bottom of the container as they eagerly look for biological material to integrate with.

"I can't seriously..." I wheeze, bringing the thermos to my lips as I notice the faint copper scent of blood in the rapidly shifting sea of seemingly liquid metal. Placing my hand on the seat to heave myself up and leave I spot the container with the blinking light and my phone, my stomach singling as I find my will rapidly breaking under the promise of further rewards.

"Shit..." I huff, slumping into the seat before weakly bringing the thermos to my lips. "Bottoms..." I begin to sigh, my words cutting off as the used blob of tiny machines quickly fling up to coat my lips and force their way into my mouth.

My eyes go wide and a muffled scream struggles to breath the writhing wall of shifting metal quickly covering my face. I gag and wheeze, forcing myself to breath through my nose as I feel my lips begin to grow numb thanks to the invading force sealing them shut. A long warm blob of oozing machine begins to worm itself deeper into my mouth, using my tongue as a spring board before lurching itself to my back of my throat.

Tears begin to streak their way down my cheeks as what feels like a hot ball of lead drops itself down into my stomach, my whole face soon loosing sensation as the numbness of my lips begins to spread out. Despite the discomfort I find myself unable to so much as make a peep, the thick layers of nanites holding in all but the short sharp breaths I barely manage to wheeze out.

"Oh don't be such a drama queen" huffs a rough feminine voice. Looking from the table I find myself staring through bleary eyes at a pale woman in her fifties with short yet well styled raven black hair. She peers down at me over a set of half-moon glasses, the small black frames matching her hair and contrasting her icy blue eyes.

I watch as the older woman slides into the booth across from me, her smile lines deepening as she smirks only to reveal a set of coffee and wine stained teeth. She fumbles momentarily with her long thick black coat, adjusting it as a white ruffled blouse and a dark muted purple scarf momentarily reveal themselves from beneath the high collar.

"So..." she begins, pulling out a cheap entry level smart phone from her pocket before eyeing with an almost painful squint. "Oh, curse these awful little..." she huffs, an air of refined pretentiousness gripping each word as she holds out the device with one hand and pecks at the screen with the other.

As her nails click and clatter at the screen I feel the numbness slowly yet disconcertingly begin to fade, the boiling hot bundle in my stomach reducing to a more subtle warmth along with it. Parting my lips I begin to pant and groan, inhaling deeply as I try to catch my breath.

Suddenly, as I inhale I feel my lips deform and stretch with the increased suction. My gut twists at the sensation, my mind struggling to understand why I can feel my lips at the base of my tongue and lodged behind my teeth.

I quickly shift my arm from the table to touch my face, only to find the limb drooping to my side as the skin begins to pools out against the well-worn leather seat. Layers upon layers of deformed skin slowly oozes over the cool cushioning, the tissue and sinew inside dissolving into a slurry bound only by the loose sack of skin surrounding it.

A gargled utterance spills from my mouth as I find myself collapsing to the right, my spine giving way as my muscles are dissolved from inside my own body.

"Apologies Mr Hughes" the older women mutters without much in the way of showing an ounce of actual sympathy. "We need to break things down a little in order to rebuild sometimes, and your body and mind are no different."

Pained bubbling emerges from my throat as I feel my neck slowly begin to collapse in on itself, the fear of suffocating soon gripping me as I lay staring at the bubblegum covered underside of the table.

Before long I find my movement ceasing, my body acting more as I container for meat and raw material for something new while my clothes barely manage to hold my original shape. With a loud squeaking I listen as the dark-haired woman stands, the sound of her heels against the sticky tiled floor soon pacing around the booth before stopping next to me.

"Oh these won't work at all" she grumbles, clicking her tongue disapprovingly as I feel her begin to tug at my clothes. Whimpers and whines escape my heavily deformed lips as she slowly but surely pulls my jeans and top free from my numbed and floppy limbs.

With a thud I listen as the clothes are dumped on the table, the woman soon pacing back down to her seat and crossing her legs as she begins to fiddle with her phone once more.

"Okay..." she mutters, obviously struggling with the small screen and the likely smaller text it displayed. "How did they do it at... Ah!" she chirps, a low chuckle rumbling out as I hear another click of a hard pointed nail against the cheap glass screen.

A suddenly heat ripples through my puddle of a body, sweat soon building on across my skin as I feel as though I'm cooking from the inside out.

"There we go" the older woman coos, clicking her tongue once again as she begins to bitterly spit out her words.