"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."