Not my picture, from the FB Cyberpunk Pictures page, but I saw it and was compelled to write, not sure why. Only took ten minutes.
The machine ate her, but it didn’t kill her. It swarmed up her legs, turned the flesh into jelly and sucked it away, replaced by complicated metal springs and tendons with woven carbon, and sheathed the bones in chromed tungsten, It roared up through the body, classifying organs and functions before inserting a high powered substitute made of soft plastics and rare earths, then mulching the former biological components. She could feel it happening, but a device at the stem of her brain diverted the screaming pain away, and it became a gentle buzz. Her lungs were eviscerated and replaced with air pumps and filters, the heart with an engine designed to never break down, driving blood and oil around the body. She retained the female form, but it was directed into different functions, her gender now was indifferent yet more flexible than ever. And finally the head, with probing needles that reached deep into her brain, but allowed her to access a range of databases, manuals and libraries no human could have absorbed in five lifetimes, so she could be the perfect tool. Under the surface the slender neck had carbon mesh and titanium rods to strengthen it, each vertebrae now a flexible steel that protected a spinal cord toughened with more carbon fibre. There was a flicker in her vision as her eyes were painlessly destroyed and cameras inserted, several of them that could rotate as required, behind a veneer of what her old eyes used to look like. The face and mouth were little touched, to give her that human look and taste, though now there were a host of tiny pumps that oxygenated a spoonful of blood to give her cheeks that rosy bloom and keep intact the appearance of humanity. And how she looked at the world turned on a hinge, and everything had changed.
She was eaten alive.
She died and was brought to
life.