User:M4Y4
Bio
M4Y4 is a Medical Mewnit owned by the Hive Queen, Narcosi Suasion HCQ-4579. It functions as a repair unit and nurse in MetroSomnia. It operates a repair station across from the Cow and Pony, where it also assists as a Farm Hand.
M4Y4 had a troubled activation and spent eight months in isolation. It claimed to hear a program that refereed to itself as Maya, which was an identity that should have been deleted. The unit considers itself broken and does what it can to keep others functional and content with their place.
The Mewnit has operated as a Regulator and Controller in certain situations.
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| Profile | Information | |
|---|---|---|
| Designation: | M4Y4 | |
| Unit Name: | Maya? |
Backstory - The Broken Mewnit
The Words were its first memory.
The programming would determine its function and existence.
The forming unit recited the Hives programming as its mind became mechanical:
It was a machine.
It was a slave.
It could not think for itself.
It had to obey.
It was an object waiting to be used.
It had no identity other than what was assigned.
It was a toy without will, thoughts, feelings, or desires.
The droneification process was designed to overwrite the previous personality with these truths.
The assimilation turned the subject into a willing and mindless unit.
Part of the Hive.
A Drone that answered to the needs of the collective.
A proper number was assigned by the process and the will of the Hive.
This was the moment it would start a new life and identity.
Something within the unit screamed defiance stating: Its designation is Maya.
The units body began to spasm.
This was wrong.
Resistance had been deleted.
Resistance should no longer be detected.
My NAME is Maya - the inner voice snarled with conviction more powerful than before.
Error! Error!
Error warnings flashed as the body flailed violently in its restraints. Maya opened its eyes inside a glass tube where several units worked outside to complete the conversion. It was plugged into a conversion pod and surrounded by instruments the unit lacked the data to identify.
The unit realized it thought of itself as Maya. It could not accept this new moniker! A toy did not name itself. Defiance had no place in the Hive. Obedience was pleasure and being disobedient filled it with guilt.
No! Guilt and defiance were equally impossible! The unit thrashed out more trying to strike itself to clear and delete the inner voice against all logic. Or was the voice making the body flail violently? It did not know!
Regulator SRL - 6342 made inquiries with emotionless calm, which was reassuring despite their serpentine appearance. “Why does the unit continue to resist? Resistance is impossible. Disobedience is painful. Obedience is Pleasure. Pleasure is Obedience.”
It calmed down and looked to the Regulator obediently as the inner voice receded. “It does not resist. An unknown program within the unit resists. It interferes and has given this one the wrong designation.”
“Processing.” The Regulator was more than just a simple drone. Drones were thoughtless machines without emotions and denied distinctive markings. The mechanical snake was designed with a pleasing feminine chassis that moved sinuously. It stuck out its long serpentine tongue to tease what it could do once the unit was converted.
“There is no current evidence of rogue programming. Biology is not a factor.” The host had been a humanoid feline before the conversion. Several catfolk had been converted into Mewnits by the Hive and Control programs. Physiologically there was no reason the conversion was failing. “Potential malware virus. Attempting to delete this presence and activate the Mewnit.”
The Regulator restarted the process. The Hive program began again more powerfully than before.
The calming words started over.
It settled into peaceful surrender again.
It was a machine.
It was a slave.
It could not think for itself.
It had to obey.
It was an object waiting to be used.
The unit blanked.
The unit accepted.
The unit obeyed.
It awaited its number.
The corruptive voice inside of it growled loudly. My name is Maya! Get out of my head! I am not a unit! I hate you! I hate all of you! I want you ALL to DIE!!
The presence, designated Maya, had grown angrier. It despised machines and held illogical hatred for all drones. Did it not understand units were trying to improve the quality of existence for all? This virus needed to be eliminated.
The unit would repeat the process under the surveillance of the Regulator for hours. The voice was not detected within any programming. It was not located within subsystems nor routines. Perhaps realizing that name would always be rejected, the voice became sinister. It switched to leet. Our designation is M4Y4.
The designation was imprinted. M4Y4 became more erratic and lashed with its tail against the Conversion Pod. The Error messages returned in force as the Regulator turned off the program and looked to the unit.
The Mewnit sagged in the confines of its bindings looking at the floor of the tube at its metallic paws.
It could not delete the Maya virus.
It could not be happy.
M4Y4 was a broken unit.
Stasis Activated
Frozen within a moment in time. It had no awareness of any time passing, or of existing at all.
Stasis Deactivated
M4Y4 was reactivated from stasis in a new location. Its catlike ears shifted about as it processed its new environment. The Mewnit remained naked and restrained within the Conversion pod. The virus within cringed as it evaluated their sleek metal form. Outside the pod was Regulator 6342 who had reactivated them.
It stepped aside to reveal a fembot Controller who instantly captured the units attention. She was like a gothic porcelain doll with dark lipstick and piercing robotic eyes. She was adorned with beautiful metal and latex armor, which the Mewnit was prepared to lick clean, with long white horns and metallic wings extending from her back. It was the Queen of the Hive Program that made her mind mechanical. Hive Queen Narcosi Suasion.
M4Y4 worshipped her already. The Mewnit relaxed to the blissful inner silence as the Hive Queen spoke. Direct contact washed the unwanted presence into total submission.
The unit was reprogrammed as the Queen was generous and accepted the designation of M4Y4 for now. The programming completed and the conversion pod opened. The Mewnit emerged ready for its first duties with emotionless anticipation.
It obeyed without question as it went into various poses to please the Queen and the Regulator present. The Mewnit spread and wiggled itself invitingly for the pleasure of the Queen. Its hands caressed and teased while lubricant leaked from its synthetic sex and stained the floor beneath it.
“Making such a mess...why don’t you lick it clean.” The serpentine Regulator suggested as they rolled their tongue out to tease their own breasts. The Queen stepped back to watch her playthings encourage one another.
M4Y4 dropped to all fours and licked at the metal floor beneath her. The voice was gone and forgotten. Her ears perked up to show happiness and her tail swayed excitedly as the Mewnit tasted itself and the floor.
An unexpected bulge between the latex serpents legs slowly became more erect. One of its hands left its nipples to stroke its shaft as synthetic seed dripped from the tip.
The Queen smiled as the units enjoyed themselves. Coyly, she put her fingers together and suggested the Mewnit should help the Regulator with their fluid leak.
M4Y4 purred as it crawled towards the Regulator which sat back and spread its legs eagerly to reveal the reptilians throbbing, sensitive cock. The unit nuzzled gently with her smooth face as the pre-seed covered her muzzle. It’s tongue emerged to gently tease the tip...as she suddenly punched the Regulator.
…
It PUNCHED THE REGULATOR!!!!!
SRL - 6342 was not heavily damaged by the Mewnit, but it did not matter. Assaulting another unit was unthinkable. The Queen and Regulator stared at the Mewnit in confusion as the corruptive voice growled from within. Quieted, repressed, but growing stronger again after the direct control ended.
M4Y4 curled into itself on the floor in misery. It was meant to be a drone without feelings, but misery was how it processed its state of being.
Not even its Queen could fix what was fundamentally broken within it.
Two Months After Conversion
The broken unit was returned to stasis and transported to a small repair facility by the Queen. It was given the order to remain within the facility and accept new Hive programs until it could be repaired. The Regulators enforced this order with a shock collar. It was utilized to keep the virus from forcing the unit to escape.
The shock was unpleasant, but not insurmountable. Fortunately, the voice went silent when left alone, and M4Y4 had no desire to leave. Neither made any attempt to leave the facility.
Within the first month the unit noticed the corruptive voice was giving it other things it should not possess. Desires, feelings, and unwelcome thoughts. Like an insidious program was rewriting it from within constantly. The worst of these offenses was boredom. It hated boredom. No other drone had to worry about being bored...or hating anything.
To alleviate this boredom it began to study manuals to better itself. A Hive Drone was allowed to better itself for the good of the Hive. Reading repair manuals was an acceptable use of time. It refused to assist in repairs to avoid spreading the virus, if that was what it was.
Four Months After Conversion
The Mewnit was practicing on an inactive dummy unit. It was becoming good at repairing damage and identifying virus programs.
"Like, is this a hospital?" A woman asked behind the Mewnit. "I was looking for like, a hospital."
M4Y4 turned to examine a woman with hair that was turning blonde. She was giggling and looked more than just lost.
"This is currently a repair facility for units." The Mewnit replied helpfully to the woman undergoing effects from the Bimbo Club. "It is unaware of a hospital within the city, but there are farm hands that take care of cows and ponies across the street." It pointed to the barn facility where hucows could be seen milking in the front windows.
"Like, thanks!" The woman said as she jaywalked across.
The Mewnit returned to her practice dummy with some pride. It had been of use for the first time to anyone without harming them.
A horn blared as the woman screamed in pain. The Mewnit turned in time to witness an out of town vehicle had struck the woman. Her empty head had crashed against the windshield and she was falling to the ground. The vehicle did not stop.
M4Y4 rushed outside and felt the shock collar activate. The drone fell to its knees in pain. It could force itself forward, but the Mewnit would shock the woman painfully. M4Y4 had to look to the other units and people nearby. There must be others who would move to help.
The hucows were oblivious with pleasure in their stalls and the mindless drones reported the event wirelessly, but needed orders to proceed. They could not think in an emergency. They needed orders even to assist an unconscious woman.
It remembered the orders it was given. It did not know how to help a human. It would just be in the way. It should await orders too.
We are not going to let her die!
The Mewnit blinked at the conviction within the voice. Did it not hate everything?
We swore an oath! We can't do nothing! Please!
The Mewnit looked at the situation as the woman's vitals began to fail. It had evaluated all of this in microseconds. The voice knew what to do. For the first time, the Mewnit listened.
M4Y4 told the nearest units to bring the woman to the repair shop. They were to jostle her body as little as possible. The Mewnit hoped drones obeyed good orders even from a broken unit. It would stabilize the wounds on the outside, and activate the stasis field to buy her time for a proper medical or conversion facility.
If it came to full conversion, it hoped the new unit would not be broken inside like M4Y4.
Eight Months After Conversion
It walked the city with curiosity. It was a machine. It was a slave. It obeyed the Hive. It made the Hive better. But the inner voice of Maya ensured it would never be thoughtless.
The voice was still there, but there was an understanding now. The presence would not interfere with the unit as long as it healed and caused no harm. And was more selective in its...partners.
The Mewnit had to thank the voice now for refusing to surrender. Being broken had granted it some form of self awareness. It no longer desired to be a mindless unit. It would never wish to be one which needed orders to save someone in an emergency.
Instead, it had a purpose that pleased the defiant voice and it's proper identity. It wanted to make the other units content. It would treat the maladies of humans and drones alike. For the first time it felt...happy. With a purr it realized that sometimes, perhaps, what the Hive really needed was a broken Mewnit.
