Sylph sat in the chair, tapping her fingers against the chair's arm, tapping echoing through the empty office as she sat and bid her time. She should be doing her job right now, sitting at her desk and working instead of waiting in her boss's office for some annoying meeting. She aggressively bit the inside of her mouth in impatience and an occasional sip of the water within her small paper cup to moisten her mouth. Finally, after some time has passed, the door finally opened as her boss walked in. The panther dragged out the chair at her desk as she took a long sign, breathing in as she organized her papers and took her seat.

"Hey, so... no way to really break this in a way thats kind, so uh... Might as well cut to the point, right?" Sylph gulped nervously, thousands of thoughts ran through her head in those seconds, in between each breath as she wondered what could've possibly happened?

"Well, we are letting you go, and-"

What? "Excuse me, EXCUSE ME? I'm one of your best employees here! I do my job, and I do it well- I... I! why the fuck are you getting rid of me??? Why not some of the other assholes who just... don't do their job?"

Sylph felt light-headed, her words were slipping slightly, she was getting angry, and it was getting to her, she thought.

"Well, it's just, We got an offer we couldn't refuse, we had to take it up."

Sylph tried to stutter out a "What?" but as soon as the words left her mouth, it came out as a choke as she collapsed, falling out on the chair, drifting out of consciousness, the cup of water being offered to her earlier flashing into her mind's eye.

Sylph limbless body laid upon a table, a catheter embedded in her slowly leaking piss. Her mouth was forced open with just a ring embedded in her mouth.

"Going down the checklist, beyond the obvious... Was the anaerobic respiration modifications made correctly?"

The other technician nodded. "And the taste enhancement too then, I'm presuming?"

Another nod, as the other technician opened their mouth. "Yep, what is up with that last one though? The anaerobic I get, useful for a lot of drones, especially the ones used for well-used sex toys, but considering this purpose, the taste would be detrimental wouldn't it?"

The first technician shrugged, lifting up the bucket of drone latex and began to pour. "No clue, imagining someone's pretty vindictive? Can you get the mouth plate for the pipe attachment? That needs to get attached too."

A nod, and then the work started, as the latex hardened around her, and the mouth plate was screwed in, and the ring in her mouth was bonded to it.

Sylph woke up in darkness and absolute silence. She couldn't feel her limbs as she instinctively tried to move, tried to get up. She felt her body tense as her muscles tightened as she felt something gritty underneath her, dirt? dust? Panic ran throughout her mind as she tried to figure out what was going on. Yet, despite how much she struggled, she couldn't move her head, it felt like she was trying to bend metal every time she tried to move her head.

After an agonizing long time, she felt something heavy hit her, and again, and again. She felt weight build up upon her after each consecutive thud aganst her as she struggled, panicking and flailing what she could as she tried to understand what was happening to her.

Eventually, the thudding stopped after what felt like.. an hour? She felt tightness and weight all around her, claustrophobia begin to sink in as the weight pressed down against her almost painfully. Then... She felt vibrations running through something, she felt her mouth shaking as something was happening until-

The most vile taste entered her mouth, chunks and liquid and strings and threads of things floated around her mouth, and it was the most intense thing she ever tasted, she could taste like she never could, depths she could've never imagined and she was forced to experience this gift through what filled her mouth. The Chunks floating throughout her mouth, the thin, paper-like objects sticking to her teeth, the bitter, ammonia, and acrid liquid bubbling in her mouth.

She screamed, as she gargled the mixture in her mouth, all her air passing out of her as she gargled the mixture in her pathetic attempt to scream for help. She screamed until her lungs emptied of air, and Sylph only could make the weakest noise, until it passed into permanent silence.

DRONE:6360415611
AMOUNT: $300,000
DESIGNATION: COMMERCIAL SEPTIC TANK
INSTALLATION: REST STOP/GAS STATION [HIGH TRAFFIC, PROFITABLE (LONG TERM)]
ADDITIONS:
IMMORTALITY - $100,000
ANAEROBIC BIOLOGY - $25,600
TASTE ENHANCEMENT (X5) - $675
SPECIAL NOTES:

"Wipe the address, location, and everything of where she is once you install her, make sure even your technicians and higher ups forget where. I'll throw in an extra large tip for it, and don't tell me either, just send me photo evidence!"