CW:
Forced brainjacking
Disassociation
Compromised individualism
⬡ Story in thread ⬡
That didn't stop criminals however.
Your workstation lies next to the window, you often find yourself gazing out over the forest of glistening skyscrapers. Daydreaming, until something touches the base of your skull and snaps you back.
Pulsating, it connects with something sensitive you didn't know was there, and then it clicks in.
The feeling of being sucked out of your body through a straw, your form coiling within the tube.
Copying a cyberbrain is nearly impossible remotely. Better to steal it and copy it at a more secure location.
One of the cleaners, or more, 'cleaning supervisors'. Cleaning had long since become an automated process within all corporate structures. She was only there to take care of the little cleaning bots, should they break down.
The guard was unnerved though. How had they not been able to find the target yet?
"One of yours, I assume?"
The cleaner sighed. "Acting up again, clearly."
She slid the machine into her shoulder bag and let the office resume their duties. Out the door she strode, the getaway vehicle purring in waiting where she left it.
But that would be because you don't have a head any more. It comes whirring back, just like your motors. The chilling feeling of having a disc for a body crashing into focus.
It takes a lot of energy to strain to perceive her, your cameras and sensors only designed for looking at the floor. She sits curled up in an armchair, smirking fiendishly down at you. It's all you can do to back away.
"Ah, there we go, acceptance. Be thankful I have an unbelievably clean apartment."
And when she opens them, all she can see are a few roombas cleaning the floor, now unable to tell any of them apart from each other.
With a hum, she flicks on her tablet, scrolling a list of bounties. Her apartment can always be more clean.