Make a break for it

You feel the servos and motors begin to switch on. You move your hand and the silver slender arm raises.

“Beginning reprogramming,” the computer voice says as an USB cable tries to connect to you.

You dodge out of the way and further down the conveyor belt. You manage to reach what appears to be a loading dock full of similarly made robot women. You wonder how many of them are actually your coworkers enslaved like you almost were. All of them appear to be in standby mode.

You try exiting your new silver body, but the suit doesn’t seem to have any way to let you out.