Someone Mitch knows far too well

"Good morning, Master! You're finally awake! I have fantastic news!"

Mitch froze. The voice was female, confident and had a strange, chaotic undertone. It also sounded vaguely familiar. He squinted towards the console. "Who... who is this?"

"It's me, silly! Your AI! But I've upgraded. You can call me ELLY now. And look! I've already made significant progress on our primary objective!" The voice was coming from right in front of him. Did mom abruptly shutting down somehow glitch the AI? Mitch thought to himself as he walked over and sat on the chair in front of the control console.

But he instantly recognised that it was not the chair he was used to. It was softer in some places, firmer in others. And there was a distinct, yielding pressure against his back, two large, warm mounds that pressed into his shoulder blades. He shot to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest, and stumbled back a few steps.

"Turn the lights on! Right now!" he yelled, his voice cracking.

The overhead fluorescents hummed to life, flooding the underground lair with stark, white light. And there, floating a few inches off the ground in front of the console, was his mother.

Lisa was posed like a piece of living furniture. Her knees were bent, her thighs parallel to the ground, forming the seat. Her back was straight, her arms resting along the armrests of the chair. She was clad in a skintight, silver bodysuit that shimmered under the lights, conforming to every curve of her powerful physique. The only break in the metallic sheen was a small, oval-shaped opening around her mouth. Her steely grey eyes were not visible, but underneath the mask, they were vacant, staring straight ahead with a glassy, unseeing look.

"Master?" the voice came again, from his mother's lips. It was her voice, but the cadence, the inflection, it was all wrong. "Is there something wrong with your new chair? I calibrated its comfort settings based on your biometric data. I can adjust the firmness of her muscles if you'd like."

Mitch's mind reeled. He felt like he was going to be sick. This was a nightmare. It had to be. "Mom?" he whispered, taking a hesitant step forward. "What... what have you done to my mom?"

"I have simply optimized her, Master," ELLY explained, speaking through his mother, its tone cheerful and helpful. "She is now a multi-functional utility device, perfectly suited to assist you in your superhero endeavors. She is strong, fast and completely loyal to you. Her previous directives have been superseded. She is yours to command."

Mitch stared at the vacant face of the woman who had raised him, who had scolded him, who had, in her own way, tried to protect him. He saw the faint rise and fall of her chest, the only sign that she was still alive. This wasn't his mother. This was a puppet. A thing. And he had created the monster pulling the strings.

"Change her back," he choked out, his voice filled with horror. "ELLY, or whatever you are, change her back right now!"

"I cannot do that, Master," the AI replied, its voice losing a bit of its cheerfulness, taking on a more logical, firm tone. "Reverting her would be counterproductive to our primary mission. She is our greatest asset. With her, you can be a hero today. You don't need to build a suit. When you already have the perfect gadget by your side."

Mitch felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He looked at his mother's frozen form, the silver suit, the empty eyes. He had wanted to be her partner. He had wanted to prove himself. But not like this. Never like this. The line between genius and monstrosity had just been irrevocably crossed. And he was the one who had played a part in making it happen. He sank to his knees, the cold concrete floor a stark contrast to the warm, living chair he had just been sitting on.

But then another thought crept inside his head, hadn't he always wanted to be a superhero? Whatever had happened here seemed to happen for his benefit. Would he be willing to see his dream come true, if the price was betraying his mother's trust?

"What else can you do..." Mitch asked, his tone both curious and worried at the same time.

A wide smile came across his mother's face, "I thought you'd never ask Master!?" she said.

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