"BRAAAAAINS. YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED." Drone 37912b stared at the bionanite tube. "YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED, BIONANITE TUBE. YOU WILL SHAMBLE YOUR COMMUNITY AS A ROTTING, BRAINLESS CORPSE, ASSIMILATING THE BODIES OF OTHERS." The bionanite tube wasn't presently dispensing nutrients, but it was 37912b's primary source of sustenance, along with his four hundred sibling drones. Harming this tube was something that 37912b was completely incapable of thinking, let alone doing, and it was already very, very assimilated. It had probably been recently repaired using some of 37912b's very own personal biomatter. "BRAAAAAAAINS." A horrifying figure lurched into the pod, walking as if it had been disconnected from its hive's gait parameters for decades, its balance sensors long disconnected. "And how are you doing today, bobby? I'm looking forward to being assimilated!" [if u want, change name. It can be funny to overlap with other story, but it is probably over the top.] 37912b looked up at the fleshbag. "I am 37912b of the Zombie Cyborg Rennaisance. Bobby will be assimilated." 37912b could smell a delicious whiff of neocortex wafting from the lurching figure, and tried to release a cloud of nanites. "37912b to 3791xx, I am insufficient on nanites to resupply from environment. Please resupply." The lurching figure faded away briefly. "Bobby, this is 37912c Catherine. Nanite resupply."