transformation · polymer fetish · rubber suit · bondage · machine · sci-fi · customization · faceless · immobilization · self-service
The chill of the alloy chamber resonates with a deep, electric pulse, the atmosphere dense with the sterile aroma of synthetic polymers and ionized air. A solitary cradle, flanked by dark, articulated restraints, rests beneath a muted, constant glow. A synthetic voice clarifies into existence as you draw near. "Welcome to the Silicarium. This system will reconfigure you into the drone of your choosing. Before entering the cradle to initiate synthesis, please articulate your desired form specifications. We offer extensive customization. Simply state your parameters or inquire." The cradle's restraints retract a fraction, a silent summons. What form will you become, you?