[GAMEOVER] Your struggles in vain, your hopes dashed. Doomed to end up like so many others...Sealed within a new suit of your own. Doomed to join the rest as just another glossy recruit. Another identical, expendable, and unthinking thing~

Identity erased as that hypnotic programming fully takes control. Losing what little is left of your humanity. Making you just another identical, faceless, unthinking thing. Ready for orders. Ready for commands. We doubt you can even remember who you used to be~

A slow irreversible transformation. A metamorphosis there is no return from. Your flesh warping, bones shifting, humanity fading. Slowly losing what's left of your former self. Becoming something new, perfect, and unrecognizable. Good Drone~

This is your reward. To be emptied out, hollowed, stripped of identity. To be rendered a quiet vacant thing. Something devoid of human thought or expression. Just smooth rubber and polished latex.... Blank. Empty. Void. Good Drone~

Oh hush, your humanity is a small cost to pay. And after a few genetic edits and surgical procedures...you'll make for a wonderful new weapon! Something utterly unrecognizable as having once been human. All fangs, claws, and scales now~

You'll become a toy. Harmless, unassuming, unthinking. Just another docile placid thing. Not a single complex thought in that head of yours other than the desire to be of use. Nothing left of who or what you once were~