As is now standard at every Department, Officers with less than 3 years on the job undergo a physical exam weekly. As shown here, the department doctor has required these 3 officers to undergo a intensive additional exam as the data from the sensors on their suits show abnormalities. The doctor has seen this before and is starting at the groin on the officer at the end....he will work his way to the other 2, but most likely all 3 have broken from from their conditioning and are experiencing pleasure and excitement from the control devices that make the secure their packages....

Lottery To Upgrade 2

Best career

"Why me!?" Eric kept running but almost reached his limit. He has just been a rookie policeman for a month. He believes that maintaining social order is the best way to serve his alien masters. He does not need any lottery.

"You could be a police bot. You will be better. Police obeys rulers. You are police." The police bots run closer and closer but Eric still didn’t want to give up.

"Policeman turned Fugitive. Subject will be reclassified. Running skill is detected. Data uploaded. Carry out mandatory arrests."

An electric current concentrated on Jack, causing him to convulse and fall into a coma.

"It's so rare, I thought police officers would become police bots without a doubt" A scientist said when he read the data.

"Well, the police are law enforcer, should obey the law and rule made by masters without any doubts. Yet the subject run away. It is obviously that he could not be a police bot." The laboratory chief explained.

"Poor guy. It was his dream job from childhood. We obey masters so we can dream. Some people don’t understand, what a pity."

"He is luck because of his running ability and feeling jealous of others who were not chosen. He is reclassified to another similar type: Hunter bot."

"How genius masters are! He will hunt down those escapers and bring them back to face the same fate as himself! Must be the best career for him!"

After several minutes, the lifeless, featureless metallic robot finally came to life. "Hunter bot EC-1984 online. Ready to serve and hunt!"

Lottery To Upgrade

1. Birthday gift

It has been centuries of years since the alien master conquered and ruled Earth. Human beings are used to be aliens’ slaves and forgot what freedom was.

Every year there is a lottery for every man to win the prize that can serve masters directly and forever. It also an opportunity to go to the outer space for free.

Jack didn’t know he win the lottery until the recruiter bot broke into his apartment when he and his friends were celebrating his birthday.

"Oh, man, that’s your best birthday present!" "Congrats, bro!" "I wish it was me! I’m jealous now!" All of his friends cheered him up so he gave them a big smile and hugs.

"Obedient behavior detected. Physique quality is above average. The best suitability is soldier bot." Recruiter bots injected him with a secret agent and he immediately fell into a hypnotic state. His soulless body was taken out of the apartment by the robot.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself was in a transparent cylinder and unable to move. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that there were many people standing in tubes like him, they were all tall, strong and mechanized.

There were also many people in white coats, must be the scientists. They are the highest status that humans can achieve under the rule of alien masters. The rumor is that the scientists who serve in masters’ facilities will lose the chance to win the lottery because they already serve masters in an almost perfect way.

One of the scientists pressed a button on a device and Jack felt a jolt throughout his body. Many information downloaded to his now computerized brain and overwritten his personality step by step. In just a few minutes, Jack was upgraded completely, no more humanity existed.

"Soldier bot JK-5487 online. Ready to serve and fight!"

New Rubber Cyborg police unit, processing Police Officers

The tactical commander, having processed and put his entire team down for their regeneration cycle, has again come to the time where he must install himself into his high tech tactical gear. He clearly admires the suit, but it is becoming clear to his superiors that each time he goes thru this, he resists a bit more each time. It is not uncommon for a commander to want to break from his training and resume a "normal" existence. But that just cannot ever happen. The department has too much invested in this man, as well as his whole team. It's not so much the high tech gear and implants on each man, those can clearly be extracted and recycled to another future team member. No, its the extensive amount of time and effort in training, conditioning and programming each one. He WILL wear the gear, he always does....

The Newly commissioned Rubber Police Unit. what the volunteer police officers did not know was that when the uniform was put on, the rubber adhered to the skin. The final part of their conversion was the helmet. - they no longer have names they have designations

When the high-tech aliens reached Earth, they began kidnapping male youth onto their ships. There they assimilated them into cyborgs, programmed them according to their needs and then used them to conquer the earth

When the high-tech aliens reached Earth, they began kidnapping male youth onto their ships. There they assimilated them into cyborgs, programmed them according to their needs and then used them to conquer the earth

New Batch of Police Recruits Receiving Order

When an exorcism goes wrong

Father Michael knelt on the cold, hardwood floor of the abandoned house, his worn leather bag of holy relics at his side. He could feel the weight of the cross around his neck, its cool metal pressing into his skin as he drew in a deep breath, steadying himself for what lay ahead. The air in the house was thick with an eerie silence, as if the very fabric of reality had been rent asunder, allowing the darkness to seep in unchecked. It was a silence that spoke volumes, a silence that screamed of the presence of something otherworldly, something malevolent.

His fingers trembled as he unlatched the bag, carefully removing a crucifix, a chalice, and a vial of holy water. He held the crucifix aloft, the light from his lantern casting long shadows across the dusty floor, as he began to intone the ancient words of exorcism, "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti," he began, his voice strong and steady. "Vade retro satana; Vade retro satanails; Vade retro in nomine Dei nostri." But as he continued to speak the words over and over again. After about the tenth time, he somehow got his words mixed up, he inadvertently said “Invito te in corpus, mentem et animam “at that point, something went terribly wrong.

as he spoke, the demon within the house seemed to laugh, a chilling cacophony that sent shivers down Father Michael's spine. The air grew colder, the shadows darker, and the atmosphere more oppressive. The crucifix slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor as he was thrown to the ground, the breath knocked from his lungs.

The demon had taken control of his body, mind, and soul. The priest's once-pale face now twisted into a snarl, revealing the demon's true form. Its eyes glowed crimson in the darkness, and tendrils of black smoke curled from its nostrils. Its voice, now deep and guttural, filled the room as it spoke.

"Who do you serve now, priest?" it hissed, its voice echoing through the empty house.

The priest, now possessed by the demon, looked up at his reflection in a mirror on the wall. His face was twisted into a snarl, the tendrils of black smoke still curling from his nostrils. The crimson glow of the demon's eyes seemed to dance in the reflection.

"I serve you, My Lord and Master," the priest-turned-demon spoke through gritted teeth. There was a moment of silence as he seemed to steel himself, and then he continued, "My God? There is no God but you. This body, this vessel, it serves you now." He raised his hand, clenched into a fist, and brought it down hard on the mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces. "This body," he growled, "it is yours to command."

As the priest knelt there, his body now entirely under the demon's control, it felt as if he were being reborn. The weight of the cross around his neck now felt like an anchor, dragging him down into the depths of despair. He stood up, unbuckling it and casting it aside, free at last from the chains of righteousness that had once bound him.

The demon within him chuckled darkly, a sound that sent shivers down the spine of anyone unfortunate enough to hear it. "This body," it hissed, "this flesh, it is my vessel. I will use it to walk among men, to spread my influence and corrupt the souls of all those who cross my path."

The new cybersuit

The hacker tried on the new cybersuit and helmet given by his scientist friend. He was told that the suit could help him sneak into the "Enterprise's" database more secretly and escape quickly, making it safer than ever. And it was made of a new material mixed with metal and rubber, which maintained body temperature and was fireproof, waterproof, alkali-proof and bulletproof, ensuring that his body would not be harmed.

Little did he know that his scientist friend had already fallen into cooperating with the Enterprise. This was a trap designed by his friend to show his sincerity to them. After he sneaked into the database, his digital consciousness would be captured by the anti-virus software and rewritten by the company's engineers. Dissatisfaction with the Enterprise will be rewritten into loyalty to the them, and his yearning for freedom would be transformed into support for order. Other hobbies and interests will become beneficial to the enterprise, too.

When his consciousness was transferred back to the chip in his brain, his original personality had been completely overwritten. The freedom fighters died and the corporate warriors were born. He was better called a drone or a robot than a human being now. He would serve as a super soldier of the Enterprise, pulling out all his past companions and converting them.

Without the Enterprise there is no order, without order there is no peace, and without peace no one can live, so the Enterprise will ensure that they remain standing. Do you agree or disagree? The Enterprise welcomes you to challenge their super soldiers and looks forward to your joining. The order and harmony of society need your strength.!

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For The Good Of Mankind

The old society collapsed but a utopian society rose from the ashes. There are only 3 kinds of people existing: Authorities, Servants and Laborers.

Authorities follow the advice of supercomputers to govern society. Servants serve the authorities and carry out orders from superiors. Laborers obey the orders carried out by servants to work and engage in production. No one will be jobless because everything is calculated by supercomputers.

If everyone abides by the guidance of the super computer, society will maintain harmony, and mankind cannot afford to be destroyed again. Therefore, anyone who violates the rules must be punished immediately without trial, because the super computer is infallible, absolutely just and compassionate.

Workers who violate the rules are often reported to the servants by the people around them, and the servants immediately assign law enforcement robots to arrest the violators and send them to jail. The servants then summarize the situation and report it to the authorities. The authorities will ask the supercomputer for its opinion and impose punishments. If a servant dares not to arrest or report, other servants will arrest him. If a leader makes decisions without asking the super computer, his colleagues will just ask servants to send robots to catch him.

A prisoner is usually sentenced to reform through labor, but if he is already a laborer, this means that he cannot be reformed anymore. The only fate that awaits him is transformation. He will be escorted to the Transformation Factory by law enforcement robots. There he will be stripped off all his clothes, shaved all hairs from head to toe, and put into a transformation capsule. The capsule will release sleeping gas to make him appear half asleep and half awake.

Several tubes were pierced into his skin and the transformation fluid was injected, turning his bones into alloys, his blood into motor oil, his muscles into reinforced fibers, and his skin into invulnerable armor. As for the appearance of his head, it is a perfect oval. His head becomes a small computer that can directly receive messages from the supercomputer but is temporarily authorized to give instructions to some humans. The original eye area has become a small screen that can display current tasks and regulations to the person he is facing.

The process seems painful, but with the help of gas and nanotechnology, he is actually moved by incomparable joy and glory. He will no longer be a problem, will not be a threat to social order, and will not cause mankind to face destruction again. On the contrary, he will absolutely obey and implement all instructions of the super computer, arrest and transform all diehards like the old himself!

What's more important, he no longer has to take responsibility for his actions. Because he is no longer an individual, but a robot, one of many drones. The supercomputer is his Master and will be responsible for making decisions. All he has to do is obey. It's so wonderful to be freed from the shackles of responsibility. It turns out that giving up your sense of self is true freedom!

"Thank you, Master! I swear I will obey you forever." He shouted his loyalty to the supercomputer in infinite pleasure, and then the last trace of humanity disappeared.

The capsules are opened and all new law enforcement robots walk out in unison and line up towards the factory exit. After being assigned by the super computer, they will report to their respective law enforcement units to show all citizens the consequences of disobedience and the benefits of obedience.

Thanks to the supercomputer, the real Master of mankind, the earth has been peaceful for another day.

Finally, please always remember, when you find it difficult to obey the rules but don't want to destroy the peace, the Transformation Factory always welcomes volunteers to contribute to social stability.

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