As New Servants

If there's one thing you can agree on with the succubi, as well as the now silent voice that once screamed in your mind, it's that humans are extremely flawed. The voice would have had them all rendered mindless drones, you included, and the succubi likely would have picked a scant few 'lucky' souls to ascend to their ranks while leaving the rest to mindlessly fuck themselves for the rest of their lives. Such sad and limited views, you think, but what can be expected of a mere computer program and a couple of immortal sluts? If humanity is to truly ascend to something great it will be under your vision, and these poor, frail humans will be the first to bask in your glory.

You raise your hands and tiny wires eject from your fingers, snaking all over the room. As they reach the captives they embed into the first bit of exposed skin they can find, it doesn't matter where. Nanomachines from within you flood into their bodies and soon their bodies grow still and their screams stop as their eyes begin to emit a dull red glow. The nanomachines that are even now being generated within you were created to convert humans into loyal machines and so they will - but they will be loyal to you, not some archaic machine in pursuit of some inscrutable agenda, and besides humanity will be better off under your guidance. Those succubi showed you just how good it felt to dominate others and you were now going to do it on a level they could only dream of.

As the nanites continue their work you can feel the minds of everyone you are connected to. Their thoughts, their knowledge, their very personalities are all not only open to you but seem to flow into you. You can feel yourself absorbing it all, their very minds subsumed into you and the feeling is exquisite. It doesn't just bring you pleasure but you feel smarter in a way you can't quantify, almost as if you can think faster. As you consume their minds their bodies change as well, becoming sleek machines of polished black and gold. They retain their sexual characteristics, something you have some sinister ideas for, but otherwise their physical individuality fades. As your work finishes the wires detach and retreat back into your body and the red mechanical eyes of your new servants begin to glow.

"We live to serve the Queen." A chorus of robotic voices state. You smirk as you watch them easily tear free of their bonds so they may kneel in deference to you. You look over them with pride and then turn your sight to the corner of the room with the lone untouched human still bound to the wall: Jenny. As much as you disdained your previous self you still felt a strong attachment to her, enough that you had spared her the fate of the others. Instead you had something else in mind for all the kindness she had shown you.