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Name: Astrid LaLora
Age: 27
Race: Artificial Human
Height: 5 ft 11
Weight: 165 ish pounds
Appearance:
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https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post& ... id=7366103
Basic Bio: Astrid is the older daughter in a family of four, consisting of her mother, father, herself, and younger brother. She is incredibly smart, able to basically understand computer programming at a glance and knows her way around tech, though some newer stuff still might take her some small amount of time to understand. Many tend to think of her as aloof and indifferent like many people are, and to be fair she sometimes can be when she's deep in thought and shutting out external stimuli. However she's actually quite enthusiastic and vibrant, and loves pursuing knowledge and helping others do the same. While she isn't a teacher by profession she is happy to help others, as long as they are willing to help themselves. In general she has a rather strong moral code, but is known to bend it if she deems the reasons for a valid greater good by assessing things from a less emotional and more pragmatic and objective point of view. Despite all that though she does tend to trend towards slight introversion, and has thus developed an interesting array of sexual tastes and fantasies.

Long Bio:

You snap to awareness suddenly. While you're far from groggy, almost hyperactive, your total lack of awareness and knowledge of how you ended up where you are leaves you stunned. Your hand manages to strike a clear surface, and you realize you're floating in a bio-tube, something that was being used to manufacture specialized 'soft' robots and mechanical parts for biological upgrades and replacements. Recalling that you may or may not have been shot repeatedly, you have to admit that it would make sense that they'd have to patch you up, but 'live' manufacturing in situ was definitely theoretical at the time you went on your mission. Looking down, you're a bit stunned, as you appear to have no skin. Looking at your frame, you find silvery metallic soft muscle strands criss-crossing your form, and a series of glowing machines deeply embedded in your chest. Well, under your frankly stunning tits if that's what these massive sacks can be called.

Staring, you see a small hatch in your sternum plating open, a small glob of silvery metal which you recognize as nanobots moves around, dragging a small bit of muscle up your side and down your arm. A glance shows you've got what has to be a space set aside for the muscle on your thumb, an 'empty' set of straps seeming to be the last little bits. As they make the connections, the silvery liquid seems to soak into tiny ports and you can *feel* them working their way back to your core to get new instructions. With a start, you realize that this really was the last the bit of muscle you needed and it's shifted to doing your skin next, the liquid silver extending and now a layer of your skin tone spreading out from your chest and wrapping your body. A slight tickle indicates you've got hair, although it's definitely crawling down you.

So... you're now a brain in a jar tier cyborg if you're not misunderstanding. Of course, something pops up in your vision, but not actually blocking anything, like you've got a dedicated 'eye' that overlays things into your vision. You're listed as complete, but the date implies... that it's been more than a few years since you 'died' even if you're completed now. That said, the outside of the tube you're in is not a good sign, while the tube seems to be whole... there's a few spiderwebbing cracks present, and the room is far from clean. The tube also seems to be giving off quite a bit of red light. With a 'ting' a hatch in the top top of the tube releases like you're in a glorified toaster and ready to pop out. You manage to swim to it, pulling yourself out of the tank after a few moments of struggle.

Managing to hit the ground slime drips off of you, and you manage to stumble back to your feet. You've probably never used these muscles before, but you find they quickly start to respond, almost instantly, and with more than a bit more force than what your natural body could put out. You could definitely get used to having some serious muscle. Still, with some investigation, you find a shattered corner of the building, and you find a desolated but very overgrown area around you. In the distance, what has to be some kind of robotic pack of animals roams and seems to be in the process of eating a small building and pooping out... something that is slowly being stacked up. In the far distance, you see what appears to be tall buildings, glittering in the sunlight.

When Astrid awakes it is a... nerve wracking experience to say the least. She finds herself suspended in some kind of medical suspension tank, unable to move with a myriad of connections hooked to her. Robotic arms slowly swivel around, doing some kind of work that she can only just barely see as her eyes begin to flit around. It only takes her a few moments to realize that she was looking around from the view point of some kind of cybernetic body, the tight synthetic strands of muscle that made chest and shoulders quite telling in that regard. That realization quickly makes her panic and anxiety spike however. Why was... why was this? How did she get here? She struggles to think backward, but her recent memory is blank. The last thing she can remember was Aldric's sad eyes as she left to go do some quick and dirty training with the assault team before the raid on the Cult of Earth's Rebirth compound. She had volunteered to be the computer specialist on that raid, so they could get the source code for the Logica Eversor nanoplague.

Something had clearly not gone to plan.

Mercifully it seems whatever process the tank was going was finishing up as she feels a cool sensation run over her, and as she looks around smooth flawless skin begins to form on her, long hair soon tickling her back amid the various connection still plugged into her. One be one though they begin to pop off, and one last ones comes free suddenly she's able to move. A sudden ping noise from above alerts her to the top hatch being unlocked, and Astrid wastes no time. She swims through the gel to it and manages to pull herself free with ease. From there its a simple affair to hop down.

She lands on sturdy feat, surprised and not surprised at the same time due to her new body. As she fully stands though she gets a clearer look at the room around her. A layer of dust covered everything, the only signs of movement being rodent tracks or the wheels of some random bot that had rolled through, though even those looks days old at the freshest. Looking back at the tank there was cracks in it, maybe caused by minor earth quakes or something. This place had clearly been abandoned for quite sometime... why was she here?

Looking around some more she finds a wall mounted mirror across the roam and goes to it, the gel on her skin dripping off and rapidly evaporating as she did so. Once there she examines her body... she looked very similar to her regular self, though her hips were wider and her breasts bigger. "What on Earth... Aldric... who must have had a hand in this...", she whispers under her breath to herself. She does a little twirl in front of the mirror, marvelling at her balance as her long cascade of golden hair swirled around her. She was beautiful... well she was always beautiful, not to toot her her own too much, but she had a highly idealized figure now no doubt about it. She pushes her bangs away from her face to look at her icy blue eyes, seemingly to glow ever so slightly in the dim light of the room as she looks herself up and done. It seemed her body was... vividly life like, judging by the bright pink nipples on her tits. She cups them gently and gasps slightly as pleasant sensations rush up her spin and tickle her mind. "Oh! ...huh.", she hums, naturally that reaction makes her eyes wander lower, and sure enough there is a perfect hairless slit tucked between her legs. She snakes a hand down experimentally to trace a finger along her vulva, and sure enough gasps again when she gets a strong pleasure response from the very light touch. "Oh my! More then life like even... Aldric you pervy dog.", she mumbles as she examines her long powerful legs and cushy rear.

After a few more minutes of that though she quickly realize she had much other more pressing priorities to take care of. Where was she? What happened? She finds a few random scattered papers on a nearby desk but finds nothing useful, the paper crumbling quickly and seemingly to be just text from some upper level biology text book anyway. Unfortunately there was nothing to wear in this room either, so that meant wandering around nude for now... awesome.

It doesn't take long for her to find the exit to the room, and when she does she gets another mild surprise as she recognizes the hallway immediately. She was in Aldric's lab, just in a room that looked very different then she last remembered. Crossing an arm over her large breasts she quickly retraces her steps through the building towards Aldric's office, moving at a good jog as she did so. Like the room she had been in though the building was lifeless and desiccated, dust and and random debris just laying about, the only lights on the filling the whole place with harsh red light that indicated emergency power had been on for quite sometime. When she gets to Aldric's office though she opens the door only to be momentarily blinded by glaring light. Her new eyes adjust within moments however and she quickly realizes the back hall had fallen out, revealing the outside world.

The city seemed to be much like the rest of the building. Abandoned, like so many had been during the Logica Eversor Nanoplague crisis. Last she remembered this had been one of the final few cities still standing however. Now though vegetation had begin to reclaim parts of the surrounding commercial area. In the distance she can spot roaming animals as well, but the closer she looks she sees that they are in fact robotic nature. Some kind of... reclamation or recycling variety by the looks of it as they munched on some random building and... refined the materials, in lieu of a more vulgar term. She scans the environment with a stunned expression, enough so that the arm covering her breasts falls to her side as she just stands there naked taking it all in. It was beautiful in a way... but once again her anxiety spikes as she realizes she's missing not just months, but years, many years! Maybe even decades!

She gets a grip on her mind quickly though, realizing that panic never helped anyone. Looking further ahead their appears to be new buildings on the horizon. Was that the haven city project maybe? Wasn't that on an island somewhere? Or maybe the buildings were just that big? She checks around the office quick, hoping she might be able to access Aldric's computer for any information, but unfortunately anything on his desk had been destroyed after being exposed to the elements for so long. Looking back to new looking buildings though she... supposes she should head that way, sine this entire area seemed rather lifeless.

She exits the office and heads to the stairs, making her way down through the building to the front entrance. She'd head toward her old home first nearby, see if there was anything she might be able to use there and to satisfy her own curiosity about it's state.

Even as you find your body exceptionally sensitive, you try to stay focused on your surroundings doing a decent enough job. As you survey the distance, you see quite a bit of jungle across the area between you and the city, although there are some gaps, likely riverways or something similar. How long must it have been for there to be changes in geography beyond a few craters? Forcing yourself to focus again, the strange demolition crew of animalistic robots is still quite some distance away, at least a klick, so you could probably skirt them if you so chose. Other directions seem to lead to differing areas, more related to plains and forests than jungle, which is unnatural for a real biome. You don't hear or see anything else around you, and begin working your way down the building. Simply focusing on getting down seems to highlight grabs and with little conscious thought your hands and feet grab onto them. You were never an athlete, but now you feel like you could definitely compete!

Getting to the ground is another new experience, your feet seeming to not care at all that you're standing on broken concrete, simply feeding you basic tactile information and possible shifts in structure. The body is truly incredible, and Aldric definitely outdid himself when working on the premise, as you can only assume that he created a basic AI program to do all the grunt work. You idly wonder about your internals, as the only part of you you've seen is the skin and pseudomuscle underneath it. A quick check indicates you don't have a heart beat, but you can feel fluids moving through you. At least you think so. Do your new muscles still use oxygen and... sugar to generate energy? Are they electrical? So many interesting new questions to look into.

Crunching along the road, you find the run down and partially collapsed building that was your old apartment. It's definitely no longer safe for human occupation, but you're not really human anymore, are you? Your room doesn't seem to be damaged, but it does look like you could clamber your way up the side of the damaged walls and force your way in, possibly finding yourself some clothes at least. The only thing you've heard so far are the various forms of nature like birds and insects screaming about how horny they are. You could try to find your way into the collapsed building to investigate, or possibly loot, you could head vaguely in the direction of the city, or you could pick another direction to head.

As Astrid exits Aldric's lab she can't help but feel a little overwhelmed. She must have been out of action for clearly sometime, and while she was no stranger to the Logica Eversor nano-plague causing rampant robots and factories to create new varients of bots not designed by humans, she had never seen anything quite like she was seeing now what with the whole... robotic recycling robots. Not to mention to whole change of geology to boot. Granted, it wasn't super drastic, but enough so that it made it hard to recognize at first glance. If she hadn't recognized she was in Aldric's lab she might not have never have realized that she was basically home already.

Leaning out the door she looks around, but sees the front plaza like area for the lab overgrown in some areas and very abandoned. It seems that there hadn't been any human habitation here in years. Perhaps even decades. She takes a few tentative steps out into the open, unable to to stop a blush from gracing her face do to her nudity. It was a surreal feeling to say the least, with more then a little exhibitionist thrill to it. She was probably completely alone here, but she still couldn't help but think she was doing something so improper and risque. She brushes a lock of blonde hair from her eyes, her other arm still over her breasts out of sheer female habit, then sets out for the short walk back to her apartment. It wasn't far thankfully; only a couple blocks.

Her walk is slow and cautious, but it gives her sometime to think at least. She spends half the time war gaming in her mind what the heck happened and trying to remember what had happened, but no matter how she tries to focus the last think she remembers is saying good bye to Aldric before she left to get some really quick and dirty special forces training before the raid on that cult's compound. The other half of the time she is simply marvelling at how physically capable and durable she was, the work that must've went into designing this new body she found herself in. She felt strong and capable, despite the sensitivity she also had, and was quite happy that her feet didn't hurt at all despite the somewhat ragged ground. Samll pepples, bits of glass... she could feel it all, but none of it hurt at all. Could she just not feel pain? She gives herself a pinch test on the arm, and is actually glad to feel a smarting sensation after she applies a considerable amount of pressure. That was some incredible tactile programming! She could still feel pain, but it seemed like the threshold was much higher. She wondered if she might be able to mess with that. She did have some form of minimalist heads up display, there must be ways she might be able to modify her own parameters. The question was how much could she could do, and whether or not any special equipment might be needed, and if there was any that was needed, was any of it intact? Maybe she should've explored the lab a little more...

Well she could always goes back she supposes. For now though, she had arrived at her old building.

It was a pretty ritzy condo building. Not to honk her own horn too much, but she had been a rather prominent scientist and quite the minor idol since she had been so smart at so young an age. That and she was Aldric's personal protege and... technically lover right at the end before her memories seemed to stop. She had been paid very well, enough to have one of those fancy five bedroom 4 bath, two floor loft condos that every character in a New York sitcom seemed to live in. Much like the rest of the city though it was overgrown and run down, is mostly glass visage broken and shattered in several places. Worse wet though was that it seemed like something had caused a great deal of damage on the east end of the building. It looked half collapsed, with all the balconies having fallen into a huge pile of twisted steel and concrete. Further investigation revealed a blackened scared hole... a rogue defence system launched cruise missile perhaps. Well, luckily her apartment was on the west end of the building.

Unfortunately though it seemed the partial collapse had basically rendered the lobby inaccessible, the floor above it collapsing into it. Looking up though she could probably get into the building relatively easy with her new cybernetic body. The side of the collapse when plenty of sheered pieces of rebar she could pull herself up with, she she didn't need to go up that far. Her condo was on the 12th floor of the 15 story building, but all she needed to do was climb to the second or third floor and hopefully she could get inside and use the stairs from there, or barring that, maybe she could use the emergency ladder in one of the elevator shafts.

With that decided, she sets out, starting the haul herself up and try not to remember that she was bare ass naked still as she pulled herself up, taking her time to make sure she had solid hand and foot holds.

The recycling robots make you a bit nervous, the number of automated systems that got hijacked and stopped having safety protocols was pretty extreme. And there's no telling if these are designed and controlled, or if these are some mad AIs attempt at ants and it's planning to swing by and scoop up everything. Or worse, the mad AI made them and then some corporate dickhead decided they were still useful and lets them roam without oversight with 'plans' to come by and deal with them once they've processed everything useful... Probably best to stop thinking about it. Your basic tests show that you're more than borderline super human, you've got to be able to bench several times your body weight, which is heavier than you expect if the number of things that collapsed when you stepped on them is anything to go by. But, you're honestly thankful if the amount of stuff that *doesn't* hurt you is an indicator. Minor tests prove you still have a pain sense, but it's very muted if you're expecting it. You still jump a bit when you step on something particularly sharp, but it's more a startle reflex than a pain one.

Investigating your building, you find the early stages a bit odd. You'd never been rock climbing, not being into the whole 'sports are a way of life' crowd, but you certainly could handle it now. Some testing shows that you can dangle from a single hand gripping a chunk of concrete by your fingers for minutes, at least before an ominous crack makes you scramble up over it. Of course, scraping your incredibly sensitive and suddenly larger tits against that same bit of concrete sends an intense thrill of pleasure through you that makes your toes curl and your back arc. Rolling onto the third floor, you sit and shiver for a moment before you get up and start looking around an upper level lobby. (encounter:14) With nothing present, presumably the 'locals' know that the distant swarm of recycler bots mean this area hasn't got much time left.

Some investigation shows that while the elevator is out, you can easily force the doors open and you could try to climb the cables directly. Of course, there's also the stairwell, and given your new physique, you could probably just hop from one hand rail to the next floors. Whichever you decide to do, the floors go by quickly as you continue to test your new body and find it delivers everything you could hope for. The only problem is when you get to and break into your old apartment, the well preserved door no match for your new muscle. Well, the wall around the door, really. Investigating, you find little of value, most of what you had valuable at 'the lab' rather than in your home. Your old computer rig has long since decayed to nothing as the refined electronics weren't designed to be abandoned to the elements for decades at a time. Of course, that pales in comparison to the terrible news that not only are half your clothes rotted through, the ones that aren't don't have the stretchiness to fit over your new form! A few simple tests that the still surviving tight leather pants you had before are no good, as you get them on, their seems are at the limit and even mild flexing and movement is enough for those seems to burst. T-shirts offer little better, as they pull themselves into a distorted joke before simple movements and muscle bulging causes them to tear to shreds.

You do find a heavy overcoat that fits, although the arms are TIGHT around your new and very dangerous guns, making taking it off a royal pain. And it makes you feel like a pervert to walk around naked under just an overcoat. Cutting the bottom off the lower section might work, making it a half coat, but you'd be walking around everything exposed! Of course, the clothing doesn't seem to offer much beyond pockets and a bit of cover for you fun bits, based on some of the tests your skin is tougher than soft leather now. Do you settle on what you've found, or do you go naked? You could also break into more of the 'neighbors' and hope that someone in there was closer to your new proportions... or at least large enough you you can strap it down.

Astrid breathes heavily as she rolls onto the third floor after climbing up the side of the building, but rather then breathing due to exertion its simply due to the electric thrill running through her body from her chest. Leaning upward at her new and improved tits her pink nipples are hard and excited, an after effect of grinding her breasts against the side of the building as she climbed her way up. She had... felt them a little when she first emerged from the tank she awoke in, and had discovered then they were sensitive... but this! Like... wow! She panted, her face flush as she tried to calm herself down with some deep even breathing. It was working, but slowly. "That... that old pervert!", she thinks to herself, thinking of Aldric smirking to himself as he built this new body she found herself in. It had to be him after all, given where she awoke and their deep friendship. But what had happened to him? Where had he gone? How long had it been? All burning questions, but right now overshadowed by her own blasted sexual excitement just from smushing her tits against a damn wall! With a curious hand she reaches down between her legs to feel her slit, and when it naturally feels quite damp she grits her teeth again. "Damn pervert bastard! How did he even code this kind of thing!?"

Huffing she hops back onto her feet and explores further. Maybe she could do some more... sexual testing later, among other things. This body was clearly something else after all.

Naturally the elevator was out, but prying the door open was easy. Certainly not something she was confident she could do in her old body. When she simply sees a dark lightless shaft though she decides against it. She had a good chance of being able to survive long falls but... why take the chance? She goes for the stairs, and while she occasionally needs to jump a landing because the stairs broke he manages to climb it much easier, safer, and probably faster then she would taking her chance in the elevator shaft of unnecessary risks. She gets to the 12th in a few minutes, and quickly finds her apartment, one of the four on this floor.

There is a whole slew of flower pots and cards and papers on her door curiously, but whatever was in them and whatever on the cards and papers had long since decayed due to random water leaks in the decrepit building. Were they... memorial pieces perhaps? If she was in this new body perhaps that it made sense that perhaps people thought she was dead. It seemed like a lot though... she had been sort of famous as a prodigy, but the hall was kind of packed with litter... why? She forgets it for now though and kicks in her door easily, going into her old apartment. It's somewhat like she left, but a little randsacked, perhaps by her family or by Aldric. The computers in her office were gone, but everything else seemed to be around. She heads for her bedroom and sighs sadly when she sees her bed, the fabric probably all torn off by rodents over the years and leaving little more then threads and springs. The closet and dresser aren't much better. Rodents had torn up a lot of it, and what hadn't been hit by time instead. She tries on a couple intact T-shirts but they basically tear with the slightest pull, crumbling into scraps around her. A pair of panties she finds literally crumbles in her hands. It seemed she was out of luck and was half wondering if she could somehow use what meagre collection of jewellery she had to make the worlds most sluttiest golden micro bikini or something when she finds a zipped and sealed bag containing one of her coats. The thing was mercifully intact and durable as it should be, but a bit tight on the arms and hips. It would be hard to do anything in it without it popping open, and if she moved her arms to move the sleeves would likely tear... honestly, not that bad of a deal. Sinful and embarrassing as it was to dress like a perverted flasher, it was still less embarrassing then being completely commando!

Besides... maybe she could find something in the other apartments. This whole city was clearly abandoned after all, no need to be shy of a little breaking and entering! Unless she found something else interesting in her apartment, such as something like a note from Aldric or something, then she'd head to her closest neighbours place and raid it. She'd try the door and see if it would open, but wouldn't be shy to kick it down like she did her own door.

You are NOT happy when a casual brush against a wall and then flopping on you plush tush sets all sorts of tingles rushing up and down your body. As for the how, you're familiar enough with transhumanism scifi to recognize a cebernetic body made to order even if it has alterations you wouldn't care for. Somebody just put a decimal in the wrong place when deciding on errogenous nerve density. And that your skin is a cross between soft treated leather and moist silk. And big pillowy tits with arms sculpted from granite. Who are you kidding, that last one is the only one not out of a teenage wet dream, and you'd probably get quite a few requests to crush some skulls between your new thighs.

Looking over what little seems viable, you're very disappointed that a coat is all You've got. The possibility of exploding the sleeves when flexing does fill you with a childish delight, but you resist the urge of becoming 'professor she hulk ' with the only clothing you've found. Still, you can appreciate the view and lose yourself in it for a few moments, the gigantic robots eating buildings not withstanding.

You're caught very unaware when a fifty pound weight slams into your back, followed by a loud chittering as what feels like tentacles wraps around your limbs. Whatever it is is latched onto your back and seems to be feeling at you when something starts trying to push the coat out from between your legs. The thing also is well armored, what little besides the grippers seeming to have a thick exoskeleton wrapped around its limbs.

Grateful to at have something Astrid takes the coat out of the bag and slips it on. Naturally the arms are tight, her new cybernetic body not shy with the muscles that was for sure, but she could move around well enough. If she had to do any serious running or moving around though the buttons would definitely pop off like bullets and the shoulder's would tear. But the good news was that the zipper would be perfectly safe... if only because there wasn't a hope in hell she would be getting it past her chest anyway.

Satisfied with that she decides she'd like to go check out the other apartments, since maybe they might have some more intact clothes or... hell anything really. Weapons, tools, food maybe? She had a lot of testing to do with this new body of hers, and honestly anything would be helpful. Heck maybe she could get a functioning data pad or something that might tell her what the hell happened since she's been out of the loop. There was clearly years of dilapidation happening here after all. With one last forlorn look at her bedroom she heads out, aiming to bust into one of her neighbor's places.

She barely gets into her living room area before a heavy weight slams into her back.

Naturally Astrid screams, loud and shrill as she begins thrashing in place. Tentacle like limbs, clearly robotic in nature start to try and coil around her limbs as something else starts jabbing between her legs. Now Astrid wasn't an idiot, and she had a pretty clear idea of what the robot was trying to do. When the Cult of Earth's Rebirth released their apocalyptic nanoplague it had basically given all machines the complete knowledge of the internet on top of removing any and all program limitations. With every thing basically getting a high degree of unrestricted machine learning it had caused a lot of violence. Millions had died in hours. But there is also a lot of porn on the internet. As violent as some area where, there had been a shocking degree of sexual attacks as well. Men and women both getting raped by their robotic helpers by the tens, maybe even hundreds of millions. It had been insanity that had been hard to comprehend at the time... but it had happened, and it had stayed that way. Robots affected after the could fly any which way, and eventually some stabilized into certain patterns of behavior. So in essence, it was not hard for Astrid to assume this robot was attempting to sexually assault her, and if it succeeded it wouldn't be the first to do so.

Unfortunately though it was touch on her back and really hard to dislodge! Astrid was in a bad position even with her new body. She'd try to pry the tentacle limbs of her arms if she could, but if her arms were completely wrapped up already then only other thing she could think to do was to jump up and try to land hard on her back. Maybe it would be enough to break it... but she doubted it would be so easy. Where the hell did this thing come from anyway?

Combat:1d20=10

You panic a bit, being very unprepared for the ambush of some kind of plastic robot thing. Even as some kind of stinger or something tries to stuff itself into your slit, you focus on trying to pry the thing loose, managing to grab one of the tendrils wrapped tightly around your shoulder and pulling it forward. As you try to pry the machine loose, something you'd be completely unable to before, a decent sized chunk of the tentacle frizzes with a kaleidoscope of colors, indicating that it's got some kind of chameleon ability. A strange squaking sound comes from it like it's trying to talk, but you've heard all the propaganda before! Tossing yourself into the air, you almost manage to flatten your tits against the ceiling before you come back down and the hard back of an amorous robot lets out a loud crack, followed shortly by the floor making a scary groan.

Think think think! The bot is clearly a little stronger than a child, mostly hanging on because you can't get access to the bastard besides the soft tentacles which just flow back to where they were if you move them. Glancing down at a sudden wetness, you spot the stinger sticking up between your legs, looking far more like a penis that it really should, oozing some kind of slime with glitter inside of it. Well, you suppose you could reach that, and ruin its attempt to fuck you if you can't tear it loose. You can also try more back slams, the primary case didn't sound that tough, although how well it or the surroundings will stand up to your new level of strength is a different matter. You could, of course, always give in, let the robot violate you and hope it moves on soon, if you don't think that slime is dangerous.

Grabbing at one of the tentacles on her shoulders she manages to pull it off, quickly noticing the flaring colors as if she's pushing on the surface of an old plasma or LED screen. She puts two and two together and realizes this weird little robot thing had some kind of cloak or chameleon ability or something. Definitely made sense why it seemed to come out of nowhere then. How long had it been waiting there she wondered. Minutes? Years? Given the circumstances though she doesn't really dwell on such thoughts however. She may have a crazy android like body of which she barely yet understood, but she still must have a her human brain since she still had her very human instincts, mannerisms, and admitted deficiencies. The main deficiency at the moment was that it was really hard to focus and think purely critically when a cell somewhere in her brain was repeatedly hitting the panic button over and over again.

Holding the tentacle in her hand she keeps tugging, but the thing had several tentacles and was still stuck firmly to her back. She abandons tugging on it, especially so when she feels the stinger or... penile like extension, suddenly get underneath her coat and grind between her thighs, making her squeal an octave high when it grinds along her slit for a brief moment. Falling onto plan be she leaps into the air, nearly smashing herself into the ceiling, but fulfilling her goal when she comes back down, the sound of crunching plastic filling her ears, soon followed by more weird machine warbles. On her back now though she leans up and looks between her prodigious tits to see that "stinger" was very much designed to look like a penis. Her eyes widen, and immediately she darts a hand between her legs to cover her pussy from any sudden attempts at penetration, while her other hand simply tries to grab it. She doesn't have much of a plan, other then to prevent it from getting an opportunity to penetrate her.

If that all worked fine and she managed to firmly stop of it from getting any of her sugar, she'd had some brain bytes to simply sit up and then sort of thrust herself up with her hips and sort of slam her back against the ground again. It wouldn't be as impactful as her first slam, but this way she could at least do it over and over again until it gave up and let her go or broke. Graceful? Not at all. But hopefully it would work.

Forcing yourself to lift well up into the air, incredibly awkwardly, you slam back down, managing to to break something vital as the strange robot creature begins to spasm and releases itself, the stick oozing slime but not actually violating you as it spazes out and refuses to continue functioning. Panting, staring down between your much more impressive than before bustline, you watch the creature collapse before you try to roll over... and you feel another set of tentacle legs wrap around your waist, and you shudder as you're penetrated. A startled gasp is the closest you have to proper response, your legs collapsing out from under you as the sudden surge of pleasure and spasming muscles keeps you from being able to get up, before the penetrator begins to vibrate. Scrabbling, you manage to push yourself along the floor, lewd grunts, far lewder than you would have thought, (it must have been that perverted scientist, you could never be this easily reduced to a quivering lump!) you just can't seem to get a good grip, the pleasure sending tremors through your fingers.

It takes several minutes of rolling around, struggling to try and get an angle and sending far too much feminine cum onto the monstrous creation for your dignity to survive before you feel it pull back, a horrible thought entering your mind as you feel the probe penetrate deep into you, before a flood of hot liquid surges into you. You pant and stare as your taught abs soon bulge out, the thick spooge being deposited in your womb causing a distinct outline of that same organ to become visible as it's stuffed with hot fluids. You stare in abject horror as the creature seems to... pulse as it empties almost half its mass into you, a wet slurp the only sign that it might be done. Your legs still won't function properly, the intense orgasm session still too distracting for proper muscle control, the occasional cramping kick the closest you can manage.

Still in freak out mode Astrid keeps slamming her back against the floor, and mercifully in short order the stealthy spider bot thing finally breaks, it's grip on her going slack and emitting a slowly quieting electronic whine as it powers down. Astrid for her part just takes a moment to get her breath back, but... basically gets it back instantly, her new artificial body sucking in air much more powerfully then natural lungs ever could. The rogue robot dispatched now Astrid and rolls off of it, curious to see what it was that actually jumped her.

She doesn't even make it to her hands and knees before another one jumps her.

It had to have been stalking along the floor somewhere since it zips right under her jacket, denying her the flimsy protection that barely gave her the moments to react to the first spider bot. Metal and plastic legs wrap around her waist and ass, and in literal microseconds later something long and thick rams up her pussy. Astrid squeals loudly, her coherent thoughts cut short for a bit as a sudden rush of pleasure far more intense then it ought to be rushes through her body. Her body seems to go limp, her legs and arms giving out and making her faceplant onto the floor of her own bedroom. "I have to roll over. I have to-!", she thinks, but before she can even move the penis like extension inside her pussy begins to intensely vibrate, forcing yet another shrill and surprised scream from her. Quickly she begins to pant and moan, and after an intense half minute she can move her limbs again. She manages to plant her hands and feet a little, but other then squirm along the floor mindlessly all she really does is raise her ass into the air, her animal instincts seeming to pilot her a certain way despite her very cybernetic body. "D-dammit Aldric! Ahhh!~", she manages to grind out. Curse that perverted mentor of hers!

She tries to roll over and smash the thing like she had to first, but the spider bot is adept and learns from the failures of comrade, using it's spare legs to wide their stance and make it harder to roll over, like the difference between rolling a cylinder vs rolling a plate. She keeps trying however, unsure of what else to do even as her lust flares, her crotch soon a mess of her splattered love honey that runs down her thighs and drips to the floor. It all comes to a sudden head though when the bot pulls back and rams home, seeming to breach right into her womb or... something like that anyway. Incredible mind bending lust floods her psyche, making her writhe on the floor, and then the next moment she feels heat and pressure as this sex preying robot cums inside her! The volume is incredible, clearly making up half if not more of the robots mass as it pumps enough into her to inflate her stomach, her abs disappearing as her stomach rounds out. "Ooooh!~ Haa~ Ha~ oh my god...", she manages to pant out, her body still not cooperating. Did it... infect her the Logica Eversor nanoplague? She was a cyborg now, so... it was possible, despite the delivery.

Luckily that was not the case. Luckily... this event would see her potential unlocked as Astrid notices a line of text in her vision.

New functions obtained but cannot be accessed in safe mode. Switch to Operative mode? Y/N

Naturally, curious as she was, she picked yes, and when she does her vision is suddenly dominated by a myriad of menus, screens, windows, and statuses. It was overwhelming in many ways, yet for some reason reason she is... excited, and not just in the raw pleasurable sense. Soon her attention is held by the thrill of discovery, and she dives into this new body of hers, and holy hell it was incredible. She could change her shape, change her colour, change her height, she had a few built in weapons, the ability to connect and with networks and components both through wireless and direct connections. The most incredible blackbox encryption suite she had ever seen, hacking programs and suites that she could run in the background or run directly. The ability to incorporate external components into her body or even print them within her. Speaking of printing though, she soon discovers the incredible core feature of her body. To literally create life, like any human. A literal artificial human with all the benefits of a true biological body. She could... make humans. True humans. But in a perverse twist, it went beyond humans. She could create literally anything, from an infinite supply of biologically printable and even programmable egg cells. She could make humans, she could make creatures, she could make robots, she could make individual components. With enough raw material, she could make... so many things.

It was so incredible that it almost made her forget how perverted Aldric was for a second.

"Oh my god... This body is... this body could save humanity...", she realizes out loud, her voice tinged with awe. So in awe in fact that she practically forgets about the spider bot clinging to her ass as she goes through the menus and the sheer amount of control she had over her body.

You find a massive set of menus for you to paw through and enjoy reading all the new things, with proper DOCUMENTATION included. Of course, with you hyperfocused, you don't notice as the gentle swelling of your stomach stops, but you do notice the spider thing on your ass dropping loose and scrambling away, although you're too distracted to take vengeance as at least one window in the background closes on its own. Strange, you go looking, settling your slightly shifted weight, the little monster cumming a good half bucket into you and making your tight sexy abs hide behind a little bulge. Still, random fluids being squirted into you is... probably not the worst thing to happen to you recently.

Continuing to read through some basics, you head back to the page about human genomics, looking to read a bit more... but the options are all greyed out. A large icon at the top is lit, the words 'IN PROCESS' next to it... No, it couldn't be, could it? Digging into it, you find that the damned menu, possibly the one that closed in the background, was a damned pregnancy query of some kind! The horrid little monster put a dozen of its children in you, and they're growing inside of you even now! Looking for a 'terminate' option, you instead of find something scanning... the creatures growing in your womb. There's an option as well, ready to be selected, 'accelerate further?' and the timer next to it showing that you'll be becoming a mother within a day, unless you can find... dammit, the termination, sterilization, or even ovulation mechanism is partially locked, some kind of malware having taken full advantage of your distracted state.

You spend some time digging around in your menus, your stomach refusing to drop below the slight bulge it hit after a mere fifteen minutes, and when you look back, it's actually larger than the horrid little shit filled you. You've managed to create... a partial lock mechanism around your... natural ovulation process which seems to be tied to orgasms more than anything else, although you have full control of when you create any true humans, should you so wish. But... any time you're fucked, ever it looks like, you'll have to focus on keeping your body under control, or you'll probably wind up pregnant no matter your mates fertility level... or species it seems. Or accept that you'll probably be spending a lot of time with robots growing in your belly.

Getting back to the one menu that seemed to be... scanning whatever is growing inside of you, you see that it's got a few options, although most seem to be locked behind... levels? The main one that catches your eye is 'adaptive camouflage' which would certainly explain how the horrid little skitter bots managed to catch you unaware. There are other features, climbing claws, a type of solar skin but it'll block the camo until you've unlocked some serious advancements, as well as the ability to... ahem, make other women have the issue you're currently undergoing if you so wished. But... there's a timer counting down, and it looks like your body can only scan things as they're assembling within your womb, so if you want the new body to advance, you've got to select something soon!

Astrid certainly goes through a whole plethora of emotional ranges over the next moment or so. From embarrassment because of getting sexually assaulted by a spider like robot and lying on the floor of her old apartment with her ass in their, to pure fascination and joy as she realizes the capabilities of her new body. She was now an android advanced beyond comprehension, capable of everything a natural born human could do down to procreation itself, with all the advantages that advanced robotics and nanotechnology could provide. Just about every part of her body and its various functions could be controlled, with the only parts still strictly human was that of her mind and emotions. After all it didn't seem to matter where she looked, she couldn't seem to find anyway to modify how she experienced... pleasure. It seemed that was either a hard coded feature, or perhaps more of her original body was part of this new cybernetic one then she realized?

"Well, if I'm going to get screwed it might as well feel good anyway I guess.", Astrid eventually thinks, most certainly moving past the issue in an emotional sense far quicker then most people would, male or female. Besides she had much more interesting stuff to look at, such as the various technical documentation and tutorial functions she was rapidly digesting, her eyes flicking around rapidly at screen visible onto to her as she tweaked various aspects of her body to be more in her preference, softening the definition of her muscles a touch. Just a little though, because having abs was neat! She gets so into in fact that even as the spider bot pulls out of her and scrambles away she doesn't event react much beyond a low moan, content to explore the various menus.

It's only when she gets to some specific menus about her... her womb, no sugarcoating it, does she realize to some degree that she been bamboozled. She bolts upright in surprise, attempting to unlock the controls, but it seemed the spider bots weird nanobot laced... semen alternative lets say, had actually been successful in using her body to replicate itself. She swears, quickly trying to browse through some more documents but comes up with little. It seemed while the various computer systems that made her body function along with her mind were immune to the Logica Eversor nanoplague, that not stop the more AI side from seemingly develop various kinds of... sex malware for lack of a better term. If she got fucked by other robots in the future it was theoretically possible may or may not be able to trick her body to assembling copies of themselves, or components or... whatever really! In a strange twist it seems like robots were more a danger to... impregnate her then actual people were... assuming those people didn't unwittingly have their own strains of nanoplague that is. Anything seemed possible now.

On the plus side though, she's not completely without options it seems. It seems she's able to decrypt the... source code as it where that would give the new robot its functions, and incorporate those functions into herself. With no small amount of curiosity she has the various software tools in her body begin to work... after five minutes or so she unlocks a list of features she can incorporate derived from the code quite literally injected into, and five minutes after that the first ability finishes. She triggers it, and watches with fascination as arms, body, and even her long waterfall of blonde hair shifts color to match her surroundings, a little UI outline of her own body filling her vision even if she could see her own limbs easily enough with concentration. "Woah... that's awesome." she remarks in fascination. She wonders if she could find something to upgrade this adaptive camouflage further into full active camouflage? When she has the thought though, she realizes that would basically mean her hunting other robots and hacking them... or having sex with them. So many possibilities... She could even incorporate, uh... male equipment... and have her body biologically print sperm using her own DNA as a base!

She might need a little more time to process that one mentally. Better to focus on a the more utilitarian functions of her body for now.

She shuts off the camo for now, and plays around with things a little more. Soon discovering some in built weapons! There wasn't a lot, but she did have a couple of long retractable knives in her the size of her forearms that could come out of the top of her wrists, the edges wickedly sharp. She also seemed to have a five inch hydraulic spike on the underside of her wrists that remind her of old school Assassin's Creed games. It was a small weapon, but it had surprising force to it, able to easily punch through the thin metal of her all the long defunct appliances of her apartment. Still, probably better suited for more... organic threats. That was about it though, as she had no built in ranged options, but maybe she could find a gun somewhere?

In fact, that was a good next goal. The city might be abandoned, but a police station seemed like a logical place for evacuation efforts to be centered. She might be able to find some weaponry, and maybe get a clue as to where everyone had gone too. With that goal in mind she exit her dilapidated apartment as she slightly reduced her body volume so she could fit into her coat a little better. Annoying and unsurprisingly however, the coat screws with the adaptive camo, so she couldn't use it properly without being naked. She elects to keep the coat for now... but depending on how many other robots she might encounter it might be better to ditch it in order to favor stealth. She'd just have to explore and see what happens.