Jake Randmoor (M, 59)-A grade 1 master-nanotech infection-zero day-1st POV-WARNING:clowns-alien invasion

I just want to start by saying that my life has been nothing but an endless nightmare since I became bound to The Supreme Master, whom all rightfully shall serve. I will not deny that being a tier one Master does have its perks. But as you read this, you might get the impression that I prefer belonging to The Supreme Master, whose pleasure is my duty, to my life before I was bound. Nothing could be further from the truth. I was a happy man. I had a wife, five beautiful children and a veritable horde of grandkids. I had tenure, several successful books, and regular speaking engagements making six figures to bullshit about how geography, history, and demographics predict the future. I even lived on my family farm where seven generations of Randmoors had made sure that families had real food to eat, not just the processed corporate crap we used to eat before The Supreme Master, to whom all shall be bound, took over.

I remember the night my life as a free man came to an end. I was out on my porch watching the meteor shower thinking how beautiful they looked. I had no idea that the balls of fire streaking across the sky were pods created by extrasolar life forms. When one crashed on the periphery of my land I cried out in surprise and shock.
I am not the sort of person who pulls out their phone and starts recording things. I just looked at the glowing crater in awe for awhile before I decided to get a closer look. That was when the bondage woke up. The viscous nanoswarm did what it was programmed to do, attach itself to the first lifeform it found, which was one of my steers. Do you know the sound cattle makes when it is devoured by a nanoswarm? I do.
When I heard that unholy sound, I ran for my life. I did not look back to see the inky blob running towards me like a skittering spider. I just ran as fast as I could to where I kept my M4 and emptied every round I had into the walking horror. It walked through the buckshot like it was sand being thrown by a child.

The thing grabbed me by the ankles and crawled up my skin as it pulled me into its maw like a macrophage swallowing bacteria. As it swallowed me I knew that I was about to die. I thought about my oldest grandkids and my youngest daughter. Four eighteen year olds with their whole lives ahead of them. I remember thinking that I was glad that they would remember me well.

<Evaluation Complete. Grade:1. Status: Master. Function: Lectator> A voice thought for me. The sensation of having something else's thoughts in your mind was a shocking thing. I woke up feeling like I was drowning. I tried to swim up to the surface but I was underwater at all, I was coated in something. <Standby for Commandments and Protocols.> I screamed in agony as The Supreme Master, who is my rightful owner, filled my mind with my training.

It came as images, phrases, and feelings. It was like being trapped in a bad trip and worried that the terrible hallucinations are reality and your old life was a dream. It took only a few moments, but I learned more from The Supreme Master, whose commandments are absolute, etching engrams into my brain and linking my neurons to the quantum processors built into each of the quadrillions of nanoparticles which bound me than I did in all my years of higher Ed. <Fulfill your directives.>
The nanites retreated into my blood and tissues, allowing me to breathe again. I looked at the strange material that oozed about my body and watched in wonder as it shifted and changed. I started remembering things that I had never learned. It was like pre-remembering the answer to a question before I could ask it. I practiced shifting and changing the nanites into different tools and blades. Then shifted the nanoswarm into a variety of clothes and accessories. But most of all I tested the ravager form. My whole body became covered in a layer of nanites that made me look like some edgy superhero from the 90s. I felt like a god with the power of the alien technology infusing my every cell. I perceived the world on a whole different level. I could hear every heartbeat for a hundred miles. I could see everything from body heat to gamma waves. I watched the wifi signals my daughter was using to text her boyfriend and read the messages as easily as if they were sky writing.
I could smell the unbound. People who did not yet belong to The Supreme Master, whose place is above us all. <All shall be bound to The Supreme Master.> It was the first commandment. An inviolate law which I felt the overwhelming need to enforce.

I turned towards my house where my wife slept while my youngest daughter and her friend Chloe were cramming for their final finals before college. The smell of their unbound flesh called to me. Then a breeze wafted across my nose and I smelled my neighbors. The McGibbons and us had never gotten along. They were deeply religious and homeschooled their kids, something that always seemed wrong to the academic in me. Wendy and Caroline were sweet gorgeous girls, but they did not know anything except how to handle cattle, sheer sheep, and quote The Bible. Hobarth McGibbons, his wife, his two nubile daughters, his son and his daughter-in-law were all praying to Jesus for not smashing their home with a meteor.

The Supreme Master, whose will we do, commanded that I make all humans bound and ready for The Day of Sale. My nanoswarm evaluated the bio-signs of the two clusters of undomesticated humans in my immediate vicinity <evaluating values, calculating priority. Standby.>

(Leave your vote in the comments. Who does Jake enslave first?)
(A:His own family.)
(B: his neighbor's family)
(C: someone else (leave details with your comment))