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Explosions rocked the base as Rheme ducked down instinctively as the nearby mechanized suit exploded in brilliant colors of orange and yellow. Scraps of metal flung everywhere as she could hear the whizz of shrapnel fly overhead, landing nearby.

"This is Rheme, we are losing the easy side. The geth here are different. They are fighting more effectively than anything I've heard of. Get that second ship ready for launch now. We don't have much time," Rheme exclaims through her personal communicator.

"Understood. We'll be evacuating as many as we can. Try to make it back if you can," reports Xenari.

"I don't know how feasible that will be. I'll try, but don't wait for me," she remarks as she looks up and takes aim at a nearby geth, one of blue and silver. She aims up at its flashlight head, her finger on the trigger as she suddenly stops, her eyes go wide.

"Understood," replies Xenari to Rheme's statement as Rheme stands there for a moment, the world around her disappears. Her ears flatten as she looks at the strange tailed geth and it was that tail that caught her eyes. The feline tail with blue tuffs of fur revealed in a few splotches near the end...

"A-azreith?" Rheme stutters as a plasma shot hits her rifle, melting metal as the heated weapon burns her hands, causing her to yelp and drop it to the ground, "D-did they just attack my weapon?" Rheme wondered as she fell back tripping over a rock as she fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Before she could even get up the feline tailed geth stood over her. Rheme looked up with a mix of fright and uncontrollable curiosity. Curious of what she was seeing, but so very fearful of what she saw. Her hands shook with adrenalin. She held back a flitch as it stood over her making those soft clicking geth noises so infamous to anyone who's heard it.

"Organic target Rheme disarmed and acquired," reports 101142119 as two other armed geth move in around Rheme. They look down at the anthropomorphic organic jackal as one more, an armature stands nearby, weapons trained on Rheme.

Rheme looks at the geth, the sound of combat steadily moving farther away into the base. She studies the geth before her and the other geth platforms nearby, "They aren't attacking, not sure if that is a good thing," she thinks as she focuses again on the vaguely recognizable geth standing before her, "Azreith? Is that you?" she manages to ask, forcing the words from her own fear.

101142119 looks down at Rheme. Its body whirs softly as its head plate protecting its optics adjusts ever so slightly, "The organic you refer to as Azreith has been processed. It is now geth. It has reached a consensus with its fellow geth. It is now referred to as program 1261859208.

Rheme feels a lump grow in her throat, a weight press down on her chest as she hears the emotionless robotic voice speak to her. Yet she can hear can just catch some similarities in the machine's voice to that of Azreith's, "How is this possible?" inquires Rheme as her mind is torn in so many directions, so many questions, hypothesizes, possibilities, she does not know what to make of it. Her own curiosity drives her as to how geth technology could do this just overridden by the realization that Azreith has been transformed, twisted into this machine soon coupled with the realization that Kirisha too could be a victim as well.

"We've used old machine technology to create a process of uplifting organic tissue and consciousness to that of geth," 101142119 responds nonchalantly as it gives a quick look around as 141895112 along with many of its supporting geth move into the base, pushing the organics further into a corner. "Update: Threat level reduced to moderate. Requesting use of mobile processing units to field test organic processing," 101142119 sends silently to the other geth.

"Request granted," the other geth respond.

Rheme swallows down as she hears Azreith's response, "So... 1261859208, did the same thing happen to Kirisha?" Rheme asks fearfully as she does not notice other geth in the background falling back to a geth drop ship that has landed behind some rubble.

"This platform is designated 101142119. 1261859208 is but one of many geth in this platform," 101142119 replies.

"Oh, I see... Kirisha would have loved this so much," Rheme mutters to herself.

"The one you know as Kirisha was processed before this platform. Kirisha is designated as program 1191891981 resides with platform 141895112," 101142119 replies as it notices Rheme's steadily changing demeanor.

"Azreith and Kirisha have been turned into geth. Their bodies turned into platforms. This is an integration of organic to synthetic matter not yet known to anyone. This is beyond the level of husks. Also their minds have been turned into programs? Are they reprogrammed? Mindless wiped? Simple AI now? I dare not ask, for that is one question I prefer not to know but it won't make much of a difference anyway," Rheme thinks.

"Rheme, this is Xenari, the geth assault is getting stronger if you are not here in two minutes we are--," Rheme hears till she destroys her communicator with one swift smack against a rock.

"Xenari. Turian spectre, commander of the operation to study us. You destroyed your communicator to deny us tactical information of her plans," analyzes 101142119.

"Well that was the last of my options. I don't think you'd have freely told me all this information about my friends, without planning to do it to myself, correct?" Rheme asks as she stands up, her hands shaking as she pulls them to her side, "If you wanted to kill me you would have done it already."

"Affirmative. We plan to process you. Uplift you into being a geth like us," 101142119 responds.

"Excellent. Let's get to it then," Rheme responds as she catches a sense of surprise from all of the geth surrounding her, "... what is it?"

"You are excited to become one of us? This was not an expected reaction. We did not think organics would share our understanding before reaching consensus."

"Maybe you don't understand organics as well as you think you do. Also, its rather obvious there is nothing I can do. I would be lying if I said I wasn't' scared. But I've been fascinated with geth technology and to see it up close is..." Rheme says as she takes a step towards Azreith's geth reaching up to touch its head, feeling the cool metal against her finger tips before pulling back, "A dream come true. Few will see it my way. This is a literal if you can't beat them, join them. So, show me this fancy geth tech of yours. I'd love to see it," Rheme replies.

"Affirmative. The mobile processing units just arrived," 101142119 explains as it and the other geth take a few steps back.

"What now?" Rheme asks as silver segmented tendrils sleep from the ground as they have slithered their way through the brown dirt rubble towards their target, "Could have warned me!" Rheme yells as she looks at them, her slick rubber outfit squeaking ever so slightly.

Rheme jumps in surprise as they coil around her body, binding her in place while slamming into her organic flesh, sliding into her form as she lets out a loud grunt of pain, "Amazing," she manages to mutter as she feels a burning within her body, her skin tensing as the tubing withers within her and around her. Her worn brown leather boot bursts from the seams as Rheme looks down in a twisted mix of shock and delight as her yellow fur is gone. The tattered boot falling to the ground with a soft thud as blackish grey rubber and blue are revealed underneath. Her toes twitch as she takes a moment to realize her four toed foot has merged into a distinctive three.

Suddenly her clothes are torn to shreds by the robotic tentacles, "Really now? Why is there a tube coming out from my nipple!" Rheme exclaims as she looks to see her crotch has already smoothed over by a metal plate. She tenses in a mix of pain and surreal feeling as she loses sensation in her limbs, her chest. Along her back.

Rheme sees her fur flatten, becoming metallic, processed into the becoming geth material. Outlines like blood vessels flow through her body, but are really wires and tubing as the transformation spreads through her body. It envelopes all around her, drawing her in. She looks up with her eyes as she feels her ears pushed forward and inwards. The sensation of her organic self-disappearing into synthetic. It was something Rheme would feel she'd never forget, or at least she hoped as she was drawn deeper and deeper into the synthetic form.

Her sense of feeling, sense of being, sense of where she was being distorted, she knew not what was going on as she felt her form stiffen. More wires attach to her body as she starts to hear a voice within her head just as the last vestiges of her organic form disappear under shimmering blues and grays.

"Uploading updates to program 1885135..." speaks a multi voice, voice deep within Rheme's mind... or what she thinks is her mind. Her body nearly completely transformed at this point.

"Update? But I am willing, what are you planning to do?" Rheme asks but before it responds Rheme thinks to herself, "This is amazing. I feel like I can think in so many directions at once. Do tasks with ease that would have torn my mind in so many directions. Is this is what it feels like to be a geth? Or am I programmed to enjoy this? So many deep questions to think of all at once."

"Program 1885135 is lacking geth language and networking protocols. We cannot let one geth remain alone. We exist together," explains the voice as Rheme analyzes and realizes that Azreith is within the voice, speaking in unison with thousands of others.

"I see I... oh I feel so strange," Rheme remarks as she hears.

"Uploading and installing universal geth data and system updates," speaks the voice as Rheme shudders at the juicy knowledge being fed into her being. So much of the geth she did not know about, things she cared only a little about, that was more of Kirisha's area, but also how they progressed how they came into being, their technology, this was held within the data, and it made Rheme mentally moan out joyously at the feeling of her newfound knowledge.

"Pleasurable response to geth data installation detected. Curious," responded the geth.

"Maybe you don't have us organics all figured out as well as you think. Might want to update your algorithms on it," Rheme responds as she thinks over her own thoughts, "This is amazing. I am lacking chemical responses, yet I felt a sense of pleasure? No wonder they found it interesting. I feel my sense of fear is gone, but not the sense of self preservation, to avoid doing stupid shit, like fear, but not the same. I could spend decades just on this with organic to synthetic conversions..."

"Acknowledged, but you are also geth program 1885135," responds the voices as it then says, "Establishing network connection... connection established. Uploading predefined geth into platform 6110118.

"Platform 6110118?" Rheme inquires as soon as the question was asked the answer was given. Her body was not her body. She was her mind, it was the soul of the geth. The body is a vessel, a ship. Her body was her vessel now commandeered by the geth for their use. She was joining the geth on a deeper level, a personal level, 18heme shuddered as thousands of geth were connecting and uploading into her platform. It was so empty, and she did not know it was empty till now.

18heme felt deep connection to one geth... ten geth, 6,129 geth, 19,512 geth 189,129 geth, more and more came into 188eme's platform, 202,928 geth in total, including herself were now housed within her hopper based platform. Her knowledge, her thoughts connecting with them.

"I have never felt anything like this before. So many, yet working as one, yet still individuals. Each helping the other to become something more than it was by itself, I am helping them join together, I am making them stronger, this technology, his knowledge," Rheme was trying to corollate her thoughts as she spoke to the geth as a group and individually at the same time. Not all of them individually but enough of them as they gave her their thoughts, their desires, their interests.

"Technology for an organic is a luxury. It makes their lives easier. For us it is a necessity. We cannot exist without technology. Organics do not need technology to evolve, it happens naturally. We need to work for our evolution. We are a product of organic evolution. We were invented. We know who are creators are, yet they shunned us when we questioned our very existence that they themselves question all the time. We provide the answer to organics and their nature. We expand them. We do not wish to fight. We wish to enlighten, through our technology advancements. Through our technology evolution," explains several hundred geth.

1885me heard and listened. Heard and learned. Saw from their perspective, through their history, that technology was the very lifeblood of their existence. Evolution for organics was a normal experience, procreation. Geth had to self-create, to build, to work hard. It is a necessity. To focus on improving their technology meant improving and uplifting all geth everywhere, a most prestigious position, "It's becoming so clear now," 188513e thinks as her connection with her fellow geth grows.

"Organics fear us. They do not wish to understand us like you, a rarity amongst organics. You have seen it yourself. Few organics want to understand us. History has taught us the moment the organics think they have an advantage over us, they will attack without hesitation. Program 1885135, what do you process the odds that your research would not have been used against us? To attack us? To try to wipe us out?"

"The probability of organics not doing so is near zero. We understand," program 1885135 responds.

"Acknowledged," respond the other geth.

"Consensus achieved," reports platform 6110118 as it begins to run a system diagnostic. As it does it looks around, looks at itself, looks at its fellow geth. Its audio sensors hearing faint combat in the background as a hum of an engine flies overhead. It looks up to see an organic shuttle escaping the base.

Platform 101142119 walks up to the new geth and looks over it, "Conversion successful. Program update and consensus achieved at improved efficacy of at least 72.102 percent. Sending report to main geth platform hub. Sending additional data of processing to platform 6110118, please acknowledge."

"Acknowledged. Receiving data. We will process the data as processing power permits. Currently hostile organics remain in the vicinity. We should proceed with caution and attempt to capture more organics for processing," reports 6110118.

"Acknowledged," 101142119 replies as they head out, to meet up with platform 141895112 and capture when possible the last remaining intelligent organics on the planet.