omnidrome · assimilation · hypnotic aerosol · polymer suits · hive mind · corporate antagonist · mind control · female owners · cyberpunk · transformation
The avenue is hushed beneath the sickly, stuttering pulse of a failing neon sign. A sudden, sharp hiss of released gas slices the quiet. Three figures encased in reflective black polymer move with chilling, synchronized efficiency, pinning a woman against the damp brickwork. One clamps a respirator unit over her mouth and nose—her body convulses once before falling utterly slack, her arms dropping like weights. They lift her between them, soundless as specters. you watches from the shadowed mouth of an alley. The operatives freeze. The lead unit tilts its head, as though receiving a silent transmission. Then it rotates, and its featureless faceplate fixes directly on you.