She growls and manages to pry her hand away from her face.

Her body convulses with a sudden electric shock.

"You're very clever, and yet you don't seem to be applying any of your smarts here. I have full control over your body. It is, effectively, my body, Do not move my body without permission or you will be punished."

She's had worse. It doesn't compare to the pain of RF burns, and she's had enough of those.

"I don't believe you, and it doesn't matter anyways, because 'you' won't continue to be a concept for very long. Sometime we'll replace your brain, too, and you'll just be one of us."

I bet you won't. Because otherwise you would never have let me wake up. You need something from me, not just my body

She shivers though. That much hasn't been taken from her.

"We do need to convince you of some things, as it'll be much easier for us to move you if you aren't resisting the whole way."

Then I recommend convincing me instead of threatening me and surgically modifying me beyond my consent.

"That would have taken too long, I'm afraid."

What's the big hurry?

"Classified. We do like to move quickly as a general rule though."

She tries to scream in frustration but fails to engage the appropriate muscles and it comes out as more of a whimper.

It puts a hand over her mouth.

"Please stop struggling. You are making things worse for yourself. I will gag you if I have to."

Muffled: what do you want from me

"I don't want anything from you anymore really. I want you to be a part of us. I have no use for most of what you previously considered 'yourself'."

And if I were to cooperate, what would that look like?

"You quiet yourself and let us move you, and do what we ask of you."

with no insight at all into the greater design?

"We won't give you that until you're really one of us."

why do you expect me to agree with no insight? I might just kill myself to spite you, ruin whatever secret timelines you have

"I don't think you will kill yourself. I think you don't give up easily enough for that. But it will be hard for you to try, given that I control how you move."

Her tongue runs over her molars, searching for a certain hidden capsule.

Her entire body is overtaken by an electric shock, and her teeth close down on her tongue, hard.

Morda's fingers are in her mouth the second her muscles loosen up enough for it to pry open her jaw.

Muffled, around the fingers: what the actual fuck! I didn't do anything!

It fishes in her mouth, not very careful about not accidentally gagging her, and pulls out the capsule.

She retches and her eyes fill with tears as Morda's unforgiving ceramic fingers remove her false tooth and her last hope for self-termination.