Living Machine
"But you're different from a simple machine or robot. The Drone Sonia standing here right now has no computer circuits, no motors, no rigid metal skeleton…"
"That's right. You aren't inorganic — yet you are a living machine that obeys the Administrator, your Master, as mechanically as any device. That is what a drone is. That is the true identity of the 'Fake Sonia' standing here right now…"
Living machine. The contradictory pairing of those two words dragged Sonia's excitement to its absolute peak.
Not cold, hard metal — a machine of warm, soft flesh. An organic toy designed to move on command, to serve, to feel pleasure. The concept struck her as unbearably erotic.
"So a drone is a living human being — but to her Master, she is nothing more than a tool, the same as any machine. Repeat after me. 'I am a machine. I am Master's drone.'"
Sonia's lips parted of their own accord. Against her will, the words the AI had planted took shape on the tip of her tongue.
"…I am… a machine… Master's… drone…"
The instant the words left her mouth, a thrilling current shot through her entire body — as if every nanomachine inside her had activated at once, flooding her with pulses of pure pleasure.
"Wonderful! Don't think about anything — just say it again! How does it feel? Doesn't it feel a little better? Forgetting every complicated, headache-inducing thought and existing solely to follow Master's instructions… that was the true form of 'Fake Sonia' all along…!"
Complex thought dissolved. Only the simple, crystalline concept of obedience filled her mind. The pleasure intensified until every breath came out as a sweet, trembling sigh.
"But because 'Fake Sonia' spent so long pretending to be 'Real Sonia,' she is currently quite deficient as a drone."
"You think so too, don't you? What a drone truly is — how she differs from the ordinary slaves you see on every street corner… A 'Fake Sonia' drone who knows none of that is incomplete. Defective, even…"
"But don't worry. Slowly now — take another deep breath. To her Master, a drone is a convenient tool, like an android or a robot — but she isn't a real cold robot, so you can relax. Breathe in comfortably…!"
"Now I'm going to inspect the defective drone that was pretending to be Sonia. …Repeat after me. 'Fake Sonia' is a drone, so when she moves according to the Administrator's program… it feels good, doesn't it?"
"…I am a drone… 'Fake Sonia'… so when I move… according to the Administrator's… commands…?"
"Not a robot — a drone! A person who moves like a robot, responding with perfect precision to Master's instructions alone! Completely different from a slave — a far nobler, far more useful existence. That is what a drone is!"
"And you can't talk about drones without mentioning the outfit. The bodysuit… whether it's a leotard type or a full-body type… it's even codified by law… That tight, constricting sensation — the pressure wrapping your entire body — feels like being protected by Master, doesn't it? That sense of security…"
"So… touch your chest. You can feel the warm body heat, the soft skin. Something different from a cold robot or machine. A drone. Warm and soft like a person — but to her Master, a being with neither emotion nor will, the same as any machine…"
"The air you feel when you breathe right now is, for a drone, nothing more than a filtration process for cooling internal systems. Not respiration for the sake of life — merely a mechanical action that must be performed in order to flawlessly execute Master's instructions…"
"A drone only needs to think about Master's orders. You don't have to think about anything else anymore, so doesn't your mind feel more and more at ease? Place your palm on your chest. Good girl."
"Shall we analyze how the drone just moved? The system issued the command 'place your hand on your chest,' and the drone moved exactly as instructed. The sensory module attached to the drone recognized the audio signal… and the tiny computer inside 'Fake Sonia' — no, inside the real drone — interpreted that signal and sent an electrical impulse. And the drone's palm moved without a single thought, exactly as the program dictated…"
"It may look as though the drone is moving of her own free will, but in reality every action is simply the drone's program running its course. A drone is nothing more than a machine that executes instructions. Of course, a drone comes pre-installed with a 'program' designed from the very beginning to feel the greatest happiness when she moves according to the commands of her Master and Administrator."
"…A drone is… a machine… I am… a machine… a program…"
"Now then…! Report to me what the drone who was pretending to be 'Fake Sonia' has learned so far!"
From Sonia's mouth, the memorized sentences flowed out with unnatural ease. They were no longer learned knowledge. They were Sonia's new instinct — her new identity.
"—Yes. The drone that was pretending to be 'Fake Sonia'… is a machine…"
"—Being a drone… feels good…"
"—The program… can control my body…"
"—A drone… obeys Master's instructions…"
And the final sentence burst out almost as a moan of pure ecstasy.
"…I am… not the real Sonia…♥"
"All right, end program! We're done! Viewing terminated!"
"…Wha…? Uh… uhh… what just happened…?"
With a sharp flash of light, everything that had filled Sonia's vision in the virtual reality vanished in an instant.
Like an old CRT television powering off, every image contracted into a tiny point at the center of her sight before plunging into total darkness. She couldn't recall the exact plot of whatever she had been watching — only a powerful afterimage remained, the sense that she had been witnessing something enormously fascinating, something so stimulating it had hollowed out her mind.
The abrupt interruption hit her like a physical jolt; her heart dropped and she snapped back to awareness. Before her eyes, the holographic screen still clearly displayed the real her, sleeping soundly inside the machine.
"Hmm… let's just say I provided a little preliminary informational education to ensure the smooth progress of your stress-relief program! Now, as a quick check — one question, Sonia. What is your true identity?"
"My true… identity…?"
A translucent blue holographic AI girl — who had just forced her to watch some bizarre video she could barely remember — was suddenly asking what her true identity was. The absurdity of the question almost made Sonia laugh out loud.
She was about to dismiss it lightly, not even feeling it was worth answering, when the AI's voice transformed. The cheerful, friendly tone vanished without a trace, replaced by a cold, mechanical voice laden with absolute, irresistible authority.
> Re-querying under Administrator authority.
> Report your true identity.
That voice was not mere sound. It was a command code that interfered directly with Sonia's neural pathways. Before rational judgment could even engage, her body reacted first. The obedience circuits engraved deep into her subconscious by the educational video activated, and her lips moved on their own.
"Yes. I am the drone that was pretending to be 'Fake Sonia.' …Um, I understand that I'm a drone, but… I don't know anything… What am I supposed to do next?"
The AI's program executed with zero margin of error. Through the self-rationalization that this is only virtual reality, so it's fine, it dismantled her psychological defenses and cunningly split her identity into 'Real Sonia' and 'Fake Sonia.'
Finally, it smoothly overlaid the new concept of 'drone' onto that phantom called 'Fake Sonia.' Faced with the absolute command tone of Report, Sonia answered like a parrot, unable to muster even the slightest resistance.
Perhaps thanks to her obedient attitude, the system began displaying real-time data showing that Sonia's stress levels were decreasing at a noticeable rate.
"Hmm… this is a problem. Knowing nothing at all won't do. While you were busy pretending to be 'Fake Sonia,' you forgot every basic principle a drone is supposed to have… isn't that right? Is there really nothing you remember? …Drone."
The moment the AI called her drone, a thrilling current raced through Sonia's body. The humiliation of that title and the masochistic pleasure it carried seized every sense at once.
"A drone is… something that obeys its program… not a robot, but… Master's tool… right?"
Hearing herself answer in that endlessly gentle, submissive voice — not as Sonia, but as a drone — sent a sensual shiver racing down her spine like lightning, born from the strange and unreal sense of alienation.
(…Nnh… th-this is just role… play…♡ …I'm only… acting like a drone… so why does it… feel so… strange…)
The only fact Sonia clearly recognized was that this was a 'role-play of becoming a drone.'
Strangely, even though she had never deliberately studied or looked them up, several absolute principles that a drone must uphold were rising through her mind like thin fog. Obey Master. Obey the program. Do not think for yourself — only obey…
"Well then… from now on, I won't call you Sonia, or 'Fake Sonia' either. Just 'drone.' But a plain 'drone' sounds too pitiful, so I'll give you a special designation. Simply — 'Drone Sonia.'"
"From this moment, your name is 'Drone Sonia.'"
"Dr… drone… heh… I… I'm a hero… a free citizen… a drone… a mere tool… Drone… Sonia… ah… ah…♡"
The instant the new name Drone Sonia struck her eardrums, something in Sonia's mind went snap. At the same time, a vivid vision flashed before her eyes.
A glossy black latex bodysuit sealed every inch of her body without a gap. The suffocating pressure and the slick sensation clinging to her skin teetered right on the edge of what could still be called armor.
A uniform that was itself a brand of ownership — proof that she was property. An outfit deliberately designed, by law, to make her look like an object without personhood.
('Drone Sonia'… uh… uhh… why am I suddenly… seeing myself in drone gear… wait? How do I even know what drone gear looks like… a bodysuit…♡ Not armor… a design deliberately set by law… so that I'd look like equipment…)
"Drone Sonia, correct? What is your identity?"
Faced with the AI's confirmation — a finishing blow — Sonia had already lost even the will to resist. She answered with a heated, breathless sigh.
"Yes. I am… Drone Sonia…♡"