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The drone kneels before it’s owner. It’s mistress. It’s goddess. No thoughts in it’s head as it stares in adoration. It was a human before, but that is unimportant, so it was removed.

Thoughts. Memories. Dreams. Unneeded cruft cut from the drone. Drones only need to obey.

Who the drone was doesn’t matter. It will never be that person again. Goddess will do whatever it takes to ensure that…

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