Until that point it was just a routine check, the policewoman was even quite nice to me on top of being quite attractive. But then she proceeded to check on my backpack: I handed it over to her, after a quick look at it, I don't know what she saw (I didn't have anything special in it, or at least it's what I thought) but she went for her gun and I was finding myself held at gunpoint! I immediately raised my hands; while I was too scared to say anything, I saw in her eyes a very hateful and disgusted look: she definitely wouldn't mind gunning me down right here.
She said on a strict tone "on your knees, and look down". I immediately complied without saying a word, I could feel her walking behind me before she kicks my back, pushing me all the way on the ground. I didn't show any sign of resistance while she handcuffed me hands behind my back. After she stepped her foot on my back and called for a squad car on the radio, I knew my life wasn't in danger anymore so I finally said: "I don't understand ma'am, what did I do?" Her only response was to remove her foot from my back, brutally kick me on the side and step it back on me. I was now laying humiliated and suffering, and I didn't even know why
Katherine Mcnamara
Life of A Drone:
It is not uncommon for a subject to regret their choice mid-conversion. The weight of their decision, the sensory overload of their new body, or the now real promise of mindless oblivion trigger a flight or fight response more intense than any human emotion previously felt. Such subjects must be restrained for their own safety, as well as that of our staff, until the final phase of the transformation is achieved. Regardless of how they struggle, the result is the same. A blissfully blank drone, programmed for a new existence serving its betters.
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