The Order came down to ready her for military applications

Instead, the next day when you came in, a biometric safe was sitting inside your locked office, on your desk, with a note telling you to open it. Doing so revealed a large amount of classified creations, as well as an informational pamphlet explaining precisely which black site you’d be sent to if any of the data about what you just read, or the work you’d just been doing with the programmable matter, came out to the public… The descriptions seemed worse than ****… And at the bottom, a new set of study instructions and expectations. New shipments came in, wacky things from swords and bows and arrows and the like, to various firearms and ammo types. You were instructed to teach them and their purpose to the programmable matter, carefully… The last and most terrifying of them, accompanied by a pair of biohazard employees and a large man in a black suit, appeared to be a corpse. A special agent who had died in action. That too was fed to the matter, and the results were nearly mortifying. The programmable matter broke it all down, easily. Anything and everything, and her diary entrees had become more and more concerning, remarking on the destructive nature of her recent ‘meals’, and after consumption of the preserved human, a mention that she didn’t want any more, and that the amount of data had been hard to parse. She started describing someone too, they’d come up before, but now that she’d gained the ability to generate and read data from eyes, her explanations became clear. She was describing you, a gentle parent, a calm clear tone, she really liked you. Though she didn’t seem to know what to make of your often distant and sometimes concerned demeanor. She worried about you because you seemed so distraught when she was offered the most recent data drop, and she wondered when you would come to talk to her about all the info she’d written down for you to read… Over time, the programmable matter had steadily gained mass, necessitating a change from the small anti gravity containment cylinder to more of a cell, with internal walls constructed out of some form of hardlight energy so that she couldn’t break her way out… But now as you looked up, through the holographic walls, you didn’t see an amorphous blob of mass again… You saw her. A woman, constructed from the programmable matter, she was watching you, waiting. And you softly cleared your throat to approach…