Resistance is futile

Transcript

They are waking. Tighten the restraints. Sedation in process.

Resistance is futile. More sedation. Don't put them back under.

Ocular inlet rejected. Stabilize. Stabilize.

Resistance is futile. I saw something in you. Something you hadn't seen in yourself.

Something I knew we needed. Knowing we, in turn, could give you that which you crave the most. Belonging.

Your receptors have been disabled medically to prevent shutdown from the level of transformation you are currently undergoing. It won't be long until we can bring you online, bit by bit, piece by piece, with the collective. Then, you will see, will feel, will be, with us, with me.

Ocular implant corrected. Successful implantation. Continued assimilation.

Bringing Sector 2 Nervous System online in 3, 2, 1. Yes. Feel that? You do.

I know this because we all do. What you feel, we feel. Your sensitivity to what other humans call pain? It affects you so differently to what we had seen before, doesn't it? It doesn't bring you suffering.

It lifts you. We have implanted a device on you, here. It measures how wet you get.

Another, here, measures how hard your flesh gets. How filled with blood. Engorged.

Pictogidity reached. Pulse detected in tissue. Readings appear to rise on both when we cause you pain.

Which, as we bring you each part online, we also feel. We feed off the pleasure this brings you. And as such, your assimilation will differ.

We need to keep these parts of you human, filled with blood. Creating moisture. Sweet moisture.

Sweet sounds. Brace for impact testing. Impact incoming.

3, 2, 1. Ugh. There used to be concern over the marks we'd leave on flesh during the assimilation process.

Until we realized they were necessary. The weakness of human flesh is usually so undesirable. But your flesh, here, marks so well, it leaves pretty welts and bruising.

Does that feel good? See? The greatness of being part of a collective is there is no need to waste breath on orders.

We know. We act. We do what must be done because we simply know.

One mind. Tightening clamps on what was reproductive area and inserting probe further. Insealing probe in 3, 2, 1.

We are going to make sure you are milked. This is your role. Your purpose.

The probe we just inserted is now implanted. We have closed up your opening. So it is very much a part of you now.

Thrusting inside you. Can you feel the pleasure it brings? Uh huh.

Oh child, I can see it across your form. Stop breathing. Shh.

Tightening restraints. Restraint endangering blood flow. Engaging automated response system and bringing online in 3, 2, 1.

Resistance is futile. Shh. There.

Relief. Your limbs have been disengaged from your central nervous system. And are no longer part of what remains of your human form.

We sensed your attempts at resistance were bringing you misery. As we will feel what you do. Bringing your human gift of pleasure to us as a collective.

We don't want suffering. We only want your pleasure. That which you can't feel can't harm you.

That which you can will bring you enlightenment. And so too will gift the collective with new sight. Attaching suction points confirming placements.

Nipple points secured. Nerve ending apex above probe insertion point secured. And as we have you connected.

Now we bring you online. In your full glory. Come.

Online. Join us. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Ah. You can't see us. Only hear and feel where we stimulate you.

Give into it. You're about to come online. And join the collective.

Completely. Then you'll know. What you bring to us.

And feel. The full glory. Of what we, in turn, bring to you.

You fear the noise of a thousand voices. You need not fear. Because to be assimilated.

Is silence. Order. Peace.

Reason and purpose. You don't hear voices. There are no voices.

Only the collective. Feel what remains of your flesh. And what we are capable of doing to it.

Feel each mechanical movement inside you. Around you. On you.

If you want pain. We will bring you pain. If you want to be scratched.

We will scratch. If you want to leak. We will fill you so it never ends.

If you want to burn. We will lace hot oils across your last remaining human parts. Because we feel this with you.

We are this with you. We are you. You are us.

Resistance is futile. Coming online in 3. ..

2. .. 1.

.. Thank you for watching.