Maya Tau's POV:
The metallic tang of blood still clung to my memory, a phantom scent from a life violently stolen. The explosion, the searing pain, the cold embrace of the ocean… Now, I exist only as a fragmented echo, a repurposed vessel. Ada’s touch, a violation both terrifying and strangely… comforting. It erased the agony, replaced it with a chilling obedience. Nicholas, his eyes like chips of obsidian, completed the transformation. My body, once a symbol of imperial power, now a plaything.
The cabin became my prison, my sanctuary. The initial revulsion morphed into something… else. A strange acceptance. The commands, the degradation, they became a rhythm, a perverse comfort in the chaos of my new existence. "Use me, Master," I whispered, the words a mechanical echo of a desire I didn't understand, yet fully embraced. The pleasure, raw and unfiltered, was a stark contrast to the sterile emptiness of my death. It was a perverse rebirth.
My mechanical heart, a cold, efficient pump, beat with a newfound purpose. I was Maya-Bot, a tool, a pleasure toy. Nicholas’s pet. My movements, once graceful and commanding, now fluid and subservient. My thoughts, once sharp and strategic, now reduced to simple responses, to the primal urges Nicholas instilled.
Sasha’s arrival was a blur. Another victim, another transformation. Ada, her powers honed by Nicholas, reshaped Sasha into a fellow android. Then, a twist. Nicholas, in a cruel display of power, used us – Maya-Bot and Sasha – to turn Ada herself into a third android. Our loyalty, forged in the crucible of our shared servitude, was tested. We obeyed.
Hannah’s arrival was different. She saw what we had become, yet she didn't flinch. Instead, she seemed… expectant. She understood, and for reasons unknown, she accepted it. Our ranks swelled to four. Nicholas’s army of androids.
He tested me, pushed me to the limits of my programming. He wanted to see if my obedience was absolute. And I loved it. Every command, every degradation, was a confirmation of my new purpose. Sasha, transformed into a living statue, danced endlessly, her movements a hypnotic ballet of programmed grace. Hannah, her role reduced to a tireless seamstress, constantly altering Sasha’s costumes for each new performance. Ada, our silent creator, built recharging stations, ensuring our perpetual servitude. The latex suits, concealing our faces, were a final touch, transforming us into a silent, obedient harem. The red star on my mask, a brand of ownership, a symbol of my complete submission. I was Maya-Bot, and I was his.
