Robotification

You walk into the manufacturing room, as soon as your feet touch the floor you feel two metallic arms grab a hold of you. You look and see two women made of metal. You recognize them as the new robots you were working on.

“Command Stop,” you say.

“Unauthorized command,” the robots respond in unison. Their voices a monotone feminine tone.

They bring you to a conveyor belt and throw you onto it. Immediately you body is shunted down into an assembly line.

“What the fuck!” You shout as you try to outrun the moving floor.