Irene squirmed nervously in the padded metal chair beneath the scary red light. The vague outline of server racks and alien machinery winking with colored LEDs was all she could see in the darkness. A rapidly pulsing tone was all her perked ears could detect (it didn't take long to trace it to the heart monitor wired to a sensor glued to her shaved sternum). A shadow skulked about, hooking up cables and tapping into various terminals with long bony fingers. It ignored her questions and pleading as if deaf, pausing only once to adjust the biting leather harness that wrapped her torso, limbs, and head to the chair. The clinical impersonality of her captor frightened her almost as much as the bondage. Irene craned her neck to look above her as far as she could, finding her head surrounded by a torus of metal and plastic lit internally by a menacing crimson glow. The shadow receded as the great machine began to whirr and hum. The vixen squirmed again as her fingers and toes begin tingling, growing heavy and numb as the prinkling sensation ascended to her wrists and ankles. She cried out, but her squeals were deadened, absorbed by the soundproofed walls.

Her heart raced as the shadow returned, swiveling a massive framework along a dusty rail mounted to the ceiling. Her eyes widened in terror as a white panel flickered to life, glaring down on a sleek vixen chassis of interlocked, black-tinted hexoplast panels linked by smartalloy joints. 

"NO!!!"

The numbness reached her hips and shoulders as the machine's whine stabilized into a banshee wail and the toroid's red light began flashing around her head like an opening portal to hell. "Please no! Please! I don't want to be digitized!"

Her chest froze as the feeling came back to her fingers. She moved them, trying to renew her struggle against the straps, but to her horror, she watched the petite gynoid's fingers move while her own remained motionless. "NOOOooo...don't sync me...please don't sync me! Please don't sync me...pleasedon'tsyncmepleasedon'tsyncmepleasedon'tsyncme...*"

The numbness finally reached her torso. She briefly fought to breath with lungs that would no longer expand...then she started again, only her chest wasn't rising. The autonomic systems of her brain were now being emulated virtually, giving the illusion of respiration while her flesh suffocated. Like turning out the lights in an empty house, the machines began shutting down her biology one organ at a time. Before long, the heart monitor registered the long monotonous whine of clinical death.

"Pleasedon'tsyncmepleasedon'tsyncme..." Her lips quivered, but made no sound. What she heard came from the syxen. Her ears began to flick as the acoustics of the room changed, only it wasn't the direction of the sound, but which ears she heard it from. The red light from the machine soon filled and overwhelmed her dimming vision, turning to blackness before resolving into perfect, crystal clarity - presenting the view of a blindly-staring leucistic vixen with tear-stained cheeks.

"What have you done...to me?"