Samus demands an explanation

Samus's jaw clenched as a fresh convulsion shook her body. "AI, provide a detailed analysis of the M.A.R.E. upgrade's effects," she demanded, her voice tight with urgency.

The screen flickered, and the robotic voice responded with detached serenity. "M.A.R.E. upgrade: Primary transformation phase concluded. Neural reconfiguration.. pending. Secondary effects include enhanced endurance, increased muscular density, and the integration of equine behavioural patterns. Would you like to proceed with the next stage?"

As she steadied herself against the console, her elongated fingers splayed across the surface. "No! Is there a means to suspend or reverse this process?!" She said in a slight panic.

The AI's response was unyielding. "Reversal protocols are not available for this upgrade. However, I can offer guidance on adapting to your new physiology."

"What does it stand for? Define Mare!"

The AI's voice remained detached, it had not been programmed to display emotion or comprehend it. Its clinical tone was a stark contrast to the growing unease that gripped Samus.

"M.A.R.E. stands for: Mind, Alteration, Repurpose and Enslavement."

A chill ran down Samus' spine as the word "ENSLAVEMENT" hung in the air. Her mind reeled, but before she could press for further explanation, a sudden jolt of pressure rocked her skull. Her vision began to distort, with static creeping in at the edges as unfamiliar impulses coursed through her brain. She let out an involuntary high-pitched whinny; it had escaped her lips before she had processed the impulse. The sound alien and yet somehow her own, as her thoughts fragmented and fled like startled animals.

The AI's words looped in her mind, echoing like a dark prophecy. Samus' grip on the console tightened, her fingers digging into the surface as she struggled to maintain a semblance of control. The transformation seemed to be accelerating, her body and mind hurtling towards a destination she couldn't yet foresee.

She feels at the back of her neck where the chip is but the port has closed refusing to open while the upgrades are in process. "Fuck" she cursed under her breath as a wave of nausea hit her like a gutpunch.

With a **** snarl, Samus slammed her fist into the AI terminal, the reinforced plating buckling under her augmented strength. "Override protocol! Emergency extraction NOW!" she bellowed, her voice roughened by a primal edge as a strangled nicker burst from her lips. The screen shuddered violently, static distorting the AI's impassive face as sparks flew behind the cracked display.

"Warning: Aggression detected. Neural synchronisation intensifying," the AI announced, its voice stuttering between syllables. A fresh wave of pressure crashed through Samus' skull, her vision blurring as alien instincts—flee, submit, conform—stormed her mind, threatening to overwhelm her fragile grip on reality.