Maya watched as the metal from the broken screen reformed into hardened claws, a renewed sense of touch slowly replacing the numbness of her hand. Strange powers thrummed where her bones used to be, the patterns of circuits glowing in sync.
The metallic liquid had now covered her entire torso, continuing to spread over her other limbs. Additional tendrils of silver suddenly shot out, piercing the walls and floors of the station, searching for other pieces of tech to assimilate.
Maya struggled in vain as the liquid rose over her head, then her scream was cut short as it reached her throat and nostrils. The cold metal wrapped itself tightly around her head, the same numbness fighting against her body’s urge to breathe.
She was drowning, the silver liquid filling up her lungs. But somehow, Maya was still fully conscious, bright multicolored lights beginning to flash in her vision as the alien tech tapped into her optic nerve. Then, Maya had a literal ear splitting headache as the silver reached her brain.
Unfathomable amounts of data poured into her mind, Maya felt as if her brain was filled to the brim, then was forcefully expanded again to cater for more. As the silver rewired her nervous system, Maya could vaguely move again, but all she could do was grasp her head in agony as her mind was reformatted.
Overhead, the silver tendrils have found the station’s power lines and computer cables, and now they pull the cables back into Maya, to fuel the birth of a new being.
D Banks
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