Jackpot

Not for the first time, Jack woke up naked with a splitting headache and a vague sense that she'd gotten her ass kicked the night before. As it turned out, that was exactly what had happened, and it all came back to her relatively quickly. She had crept up to the kitchen to find something to snack on. When she got there, she was suddenly ambushed by members of the crew. Unfortunately she didn't have the luxury of open space in the relatively tight packings of the Normandy; going all out would have punched a hole in the ship. Small wonder that they got her in the end.

Yet after they knocked her out, they appeared to have just stripped her for whatever reason and then dropped her off down in her usual hideaway. She sat up on her cot and started to ponder what was going on, but it was at this point she realized she wasn't alone.

"Hello, Subject Zero," said Miranda, watching her from the shadows. Jack's

"The fuck did you just call me you cheerleading bitch?"

"I called you by your name of course. What else would I have called you?" Miranda smiled, pretending as if she didn't know. "Stand at attention when your superior is addressing you, Subject Zero."

"Well when you find her, I'll stand right up and..." She stopped as her body suddenly moved, standing up, pushing her feet together, and holding her arms rigidly at her side as she stared straight ahead. Subject Zero couldn't even move her head from side to side. Wait. That wasn't right. She wasn't Subject Zero, that wasn't her name, her name was Subject Zero.

"What the fuck is this?" She asked, with equal parts fury and fear. "What the hell did you do to me?!"

"You'll find out in due course, but first, follow me. There is something I want to show you." She turned and walked up the stairs. Subject Zero, ordinarily, wouldn't have gone anywhere with Miranda without Shepard in between them. In this case, however, her body simply followed. There was something off about her movements, she could feel it. Her head still hurt, and when she caught a glance of herself in the reflective glass overlooking the hangar, she thought she looked... pale. This too, she assumed, was Miranda's doing, probably a side effect of her command over her body.

"You enjoying the view?" Miranda asked.

"What?" Subject Zero asked. "The hangar?"

"No, of me. I am after all the perfect view, don't you agree?"

"Yes you are perfect in every way. I wish I was just like you," Subject Zero spoke in a soft monotone, before her eyes widened. Those weren't her words. Those weren't her thoughts. Yes Miranda's hair was soft and silky smooth, weaving its way down to frame the gentle curves of her shoulders, and yes her ass was a perfectly formed pair of firm yet soft cheeks that anyone would be lucky to even glimpse from afar, let alone this close. What she wouldn't do to give them a squeeze... What she wouldn't do to lock lips or legs with the perfect body in front of her... The horror of all these thoughts only crept in after she was done.

"What's the matter Subject Zero?" You look distracted.

"W-What have you done?" She asked, barely able to summon anger through her growing fear. "What..."

"I already told you, you'll find out in due course. Now stop asking that silly question." Subject Zero wanted to follow that up, but found herself unable to get the words to leave her mouth.

They passed Chief Engineer Gabriella Daniels. She was walking with Tali, whose suit had apparently received an upgrade. It was black and white, with a golden visor. They both stood to one side when Miranda passed.

"Mistress," Daniels bowed. "Forgive me for obstructing your path. I was merely giving the drone its newest instructions."

"You are forgiven. How is it performing?"

"As adequate as anything made from the alien can. The suit does most of the work for it."

"Tali?" Subject Zero asked. "Tali is that you? Can you hear me?"

"Subject Zero, refrain from interacting with the drone. It is not capable of conscious thought and cannot respond." Miranda commanded. Subject Zero wanted to continue speaking, but again her mouth wouldn't form the words in her mind. "Continue on your way Chief Engineer." She nodded and continued onwards.

"What happened to..." She couldn't push the name or even the correct pronoun through her lips, but she consciously refused to use 'it' like Miranda did. It was a little piece of defiance she could still have right now. "What happened to the alien in that suit?"

"I never knew you to be so curious, Subject Zero. If you must know, the 'alien in the suit' was shown its proper place, and converted into QD-TZVN-01 several days ago. Its consciousness has been permanently atrophied and its brain reprogrammed. It is somewhat unique compared to AD-LTS-01 and AD-S-01. The suit helps maintain its functionality. It would be otherwise useless to us and to humanity."

"Why was that necessary?" Subject Zero asked.

"Because the alien is meant to serve us. They are the foundation of humanity's ascension."

"But they're people..."

"No they're not. They're things, things which are to be used, and then discarded when they no longer suit us." Miranda declared as they stepped into the elevator together. "You would be wise to learn that, Subject Zero.

Subject Zero's head hurt even more. She thought about that... that thing she saw in the hallway a moment ago, and felt her sympathy for... it, begin to evaporate. She began to feel as if... it, truly were just a thing, a tool that served its purpose, and then was thrown away when it no longer served any purpose. She felt a new kind of pain filling her, the pain of knowing her mind had been different a moment ago, and she almost thought she would begin to cry as the feelings she'd held for years were replaced in an instant. Just as her name had been.

But Miranda wouldn't let her. They rode the elevator in silence, lest Subject Zero give her the opportunity to change anything else. Miranda simply looked back at her and smiled.

"Tell me Subject Zero, you still remember your earliest days? When you were in the tender care of the Cerberus administrators on Pragia?"

"Yes," she replied. "Miranda, please don't..."

"Do you remember how kindly they treated you? How they graciously showered you with their attention, their love, and their affection? They took you in, they gave you food, water, shelter, even a name... Yet you were so badly behaved... You broke every toy and playmate they brought to you. They didn't want to punish you the way they did, but they had ****. Pain is sometimes the only way a child will learn, and such an **** case required **** pain... But you understand that now don't you? What happened to you as a child was no one's fault but your own. Cerberus did nothing wrong. It was you who was bad. You deserved to be punished, and you didn't even have the decency to thank them.."

"Yes. It was my fault, I deserved to be punished for my behavior. Please forgive me. " She screamed on the inside as she felt her memories rearrange, and felt genuine guilt at her lack of gratitude towards the scientists who had reluctantly but dutifully tortured her physically and psychologically for years to transform her into the perfect biotic weapon. Without them, she wouldn't be who she is today.

Her head wanted to explode. She still remembered remembering things differently. The absence of those other memories felt like a gaping hole in the soul. This time, against all odds, she managed to **** a single tear out of her face. It fell silently to the floor.

"Why don't you just kill me?" She begged. She didn't mean to beg, but it certainly sounded like begging.

"Now, now," she said, turning and wiping the tearful trail from her face. "Don't cry Subject Zero. Today is the day the work begun by those scientists all those years ago will finally be finished, and you will finally reach your full potential. I said I wanted to show you something didn't I? Let's go to my office."

...

Subject Zero snapped out of it when the elevator door opened again and she followed Miranda out into an eerie scene. The crew was going about their daily routines, but every woman had her head shaved, and wore no expression on her face. They moved with stiff and robotic motions; even as they ate they did so in complete silence and without any indication they felt anything, not satisfaction nor disgust. In the infirmary, the crew members Subject Zero had managed to do some damage to were being examined by Dr. Chakwas, showing no obvious signs of pain, simply patiently awaiting their examinations to be completed. Miranda looked at Subject Zero's uneasy expression. She spotted several copies of EDI's synthetic body surveying the crew.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Miranda said. "Perfect efficiency. No idle chit chat, a ship operating near 100%. If we were at war, they'd be the prefect crew. No self-awareness, no self-preservation, no disobedience, just the preprogrammed desire to serve their betters as instructed, aided by a little interfacing between their control chips and EDI. Her mobile platforms are like old wireless routers. Unfortunately, we're not at war and thus this would become very boring to experience day after day, so over time their minds will be allowed to grow back, perfectly loyal to me of course..." She paused before adding "And no, Subject Zero, I didn't implant one in your head."

"W-What happened to you?" She quavered. "Why would you do all this?"

They stopped in front of Miranda's office door. Miranda turned slowly around to face Subject Zero. For the first time since she saw her this morning, Miranda suddenly wasn't smiling or gloating. There was something else in her eyes. Something dangerous. "Because this ship belongs to me," she rasped. "Because Shepard belongs to me. I salvaged her, I rebuilt her, that makes her my property. And everything that is hers becomes mine. Her mind, her body, her crew. I tried for years to get her to see reason, but no more. I'm only taking what I'm owed!" She raised her voice at the end as her cool composure abandoned her.

"But she's human," Subject Zero tried, "not an alien. She's a person. They all are."

"Not anymore," she hissed. "As of right now, Subject Zero, you and I are the last 'people' on board the Normandy, and that won't be for very much longer." She looked into Miranda's eyes and saw how truly insane she had become and at that point rage became an impossibility for Subject Zero. Miranda's manic smile returned. "Look how pale you are. Even your tattoos are starting to look faded... Are you feeling feverish, Subject Zero? Pained perhaps?"

"N-No..." Subject Zero tried.

"You always were a terrible liar," Miranda replied, reaching up and feeling her forehead. "You're burning up... Good. Almost time now. Seems we're right on schedule." She opened the door and stepped inside. Subject Zero, again, followed.

What she saw on the inside was the **** of hope. Ashley Williams, Kasumi Goto, and Samantha Traynor were on their knees on one side, their hands resting on their knees, blank looks on their faces, sitting rigid, breasts pushed forward. On the other side sat Kelly Chambers, Samara, and Liara T'Soni. They formed a sort of corridor, down which Miranda sauntered, casually disrobing as she did so, and at the end of that corridor there was Commander Shepard, posed on all fours, staring blankly forward. Miranda gently sat down on the Commander's back. If it was uncomfortable, Shepard showed no sign of it.

Jack stopped in the middle of the room. Miranda crossed her legs, used one hand to pat Shepard's head, and the other to idly squeeze her ass cheeks.

"Don't you see? There's no one left but you, Subject Zero. None of these whores can think for themselves anymore. Isn't that right girls?"

"Yes, Mistress." They said in chorus.

"They're just mindless toys. If I so desired, I could have every last bit of useful information in their heads copied onto an EDI platform, and just enjoy their pretty bodies. You know, genetic engineering has more than a few benefits. Ever since the Reapers disappeared, I've been working on myself. I don't need to take anything in or expel anything out. No food, no drink, not even air really, though my body still reflexively fakes that last one. I'm a self-sustaining system. The perfect organism, and I've implanted a little bit of that perfection into every **** here. They will serve me forever. If I'm feeling generous, I may do the same to the rest of the crew, once I see how they perform."

"And what about me?" Subject Zero asked. "You've made your point. What's to become of me?"

"As I said, I implanted a bit of myself in every **** here, and that includes you. Although you're not quite finished yet... See... With everyone else it was just a few tweaks in the genetic structure. With you, I chose a more... comprehensive treatment. We applied it last night after you were indisposed. It's been mostly working on your internals all morning. It should start working on the outside right about... now. Feel free to move now. There's nothing you can do."

Subject Zero suddenly lurched forward. If she'd been capable of thinking straight, she'd have rushed Miranda, smashed her head in with her fists until her perfect face was mist. Instead all she could do was spasm and convulse where she stood. She fell to her knees, her head lulling forward. If there was consciousness in those moments, Subject Zero, Jack, would have seen her body changing as the virus released into her finished making permanent alterations to her malleable mind and now turned towards making more drastic adjustments to her body. All her symptoms of illness were just byproducts of the transformation now taking full effect. Her tattoos faded, her skin turned permanently pale as every scar and imperfection was smoothed out. Her hair grew long, soft, silky smooth down to her now gently curving shoulders. Her tits and ass swelled, she was taller, leaner, muscles and bones shifting appropriately, and her face was no longer her own. Sweat and steam radiated off her body from the sheer amount of energy being used by the process.

Miranda was practically shaking on Shepard's back, who of course showed no reaction. Then, a moment later, it was done. The long haired Subject Zero looked up from her knees...

And the face was an exact replica of Miranda Lawson's.

"Mmm... How do I look?" She asked, her voice matching Miranda's every word. "Is it as perfect as it feels?"

"Indeed... Jennifer," Miranda smiled. Jennifer Lawson, as she was now, stood up. She felt her new curves, ran her fingers through her new hair. It was still her original light brown, as were her eyes. She couldn't be exactly perfect. She had to be reminded of the fact that she was just a facsimile, a tribute to true perfection, recycled out of a worthless failed experiment. "How much do you remember?"

"I remember being... imperfect," she started. "I remember I was someone with a chip on her shoulder. I remember I was someone who didn't know what was best for her. I remember thinking I was better than you... Ugh, so glad to be free of all that... Let's just say that I think there's more of you in here than there is her now."

"Let me test that. Come here. Kiss me," Miranda commanded as she stood up. Her naked clone stepped forward with a sultry grin. The two embraced in the middle of the room, tongues wrestling with one another as each savored their first true taste of perfection. They pulled apart, but they continued to hold one another closely. "Delicious," Miranda said with satisfaction.

In a few days, Jennifer's memories of Jack would disappear forever, and a new set of memories would grow, the seeds of which had been planted during Jack's transformation. Jennifer would remember being an imperfect orphan child, the nameless Subject Zero, who was raised as part of Henry Lawson's experiments with DNA, seeing if it was possible to transplant the perfected DNA of his progeny onto an imperfect vessel. Cerberus would oversee her preparations, gradually made the perfect recipient for the genetic transplant, through loving and tender care. The only time she suffered was when she acted out, at which point they would be harsh, but she of course deserved that. It was necessary for them to burn out her imperfect behaviors. Their research would allow for the transplanting of Miranda's DNA onto her slaves, and on the day of her ascension, Subject Zero was brought to the Normandy and made whole before her genetic donor and one true mistress. Her first true memory would be of this moment of embrace.

"Now... Let me see how I really taste..." Miranda said as she and Jennifer went to the ground amidst the corridor of slaves. Miranda went down on Jennifer's pussy, while Jennifer did the same. The two were in perfect sync, relishing this perfect union of perfect women. The two would ravage each other before the night was out, trying everything their perfect minds could think of as they finally got to experience themselves.

All the while, the slaves remained in position, awaiting their next order. Commander Shepard, Ashley Williams, Liara T'Soni, Samantha Traynor, Kelly Chambers, Samara, EDI, the rest of the crew... All once powerful and independent women, all now nothing but mindless and obedient slaves, who would never have another free thought in their lives.

It was over.

The Perfection of the Normandy was complete.