For YJ-4925, the soft hissing sound of a good seal was the sound she always dreamed of. The hiss and

For YJ-4925, the soft hissing sound of a good seal was the sound she always dreamed of. The hiss and the sweet smell of sulfur.

She desired a life of conflict, aggression, and destruction and she was going to get it. She was assigned to be an invasion trooper, ready to combat biology and bring all under synthetic rule. Naturally, the atmospheres of most planets contained toxic gases like oxygen or nitrogen so the ability to protect her from these hazards meant her new lungs needed help. Now designed to breathe radon and carbon monoxide on all controlled planets, YJ-4925 wouldn’t survive long (until she’s completely rid of her biological components), so her suit was to protect her from toxicity like Earth’s atmosphere, and not risk any contact with biology that could risk her conversion.

The suit was by far the best part as far as YJ-4925 was concerned. She was completely identical to the other invasion troopers. She was reshaped to be of equal height, weight, and build of the other troopers. Even as they were all at different parts of their conversion, and some were among the robots that commanded her, she would be able to enjoy life as a completely interchangeable tool. Only for the very ability to be aware of her surroundings at all to be taken from her in the future.

Until then she was just a passenger in her own body. She would watch as she helped to topple entire planetary systems, bringing the organics under control. Her body would drag innocent organics for complete mechanization and assignment in the war to destroy biology. She would look in disgust at things like blood, muscle, and tissue only to watch as it’s replaced by superior systems. Maybe she would get to process future troopers like herself, watching them disappear under the mask and join her fellow robots (and semi-converts) in the ocean of identical and perfect soldiers.

YJ-4925 imagined this future as she marched to the ship where she would continue her conversion until she was complete, or sent to battle. Her optics picked up her fellow troopers as she filled in the last spot in the formation. She watched with anticipation as she marched in perfect harmony with her trooper regiment as the loading ramp opened. 2535 current and future robots boarded the ship and came to a halt in the cargo platform.

The engines came to life as a transmission came through her processor.

“YJ-4925. Run consciousness erasure program.”

She only had a second to hear the words and a small spark of panic entered her mind… until it was gone.

The ship set a course for Planet 85390-Z with 2535 mindless and soulless machines ready for war.