Rodger was an exemplary citizen. With a beautiful garden and clean lawn he took pride in, it was no surprise one could find him mowing his lawn, as the two drones did when they approached him. He had to do a doubletake to see the two Nylon drones standing in front of his Mower, pointing at him like estranged zombies.
"Heh, cool getup. Are you two trying out for a film with one of those greenscreen things?"
The two drones looked at each other, unamused. They held hands and walked like soldiers marching towards war.
"You will be assimilated. You will be Nylon. You too will have John inside you and know the joy of being apart of Master."
Rodger screamed. Before he could get far, they tackled him sending his glasses flying. Barely able to crawl away, they pressed gooey nylon onto him, solidifying on his waist and spreading from there. The two Nylons dashed out of the way when the Mower Rodger had let go of almost mauled them over, running over his half-converted body instead.
The lawnmower went straight overtop him. The drones were silent, waiting for new psychic feedback. As Nylon continued to spread on the victim, small gooey nylon patches gobbled up the machinery of the mower before it ceased to function. Suddenly the lawnmower stopped, broken and toppled. A single nylon hand came out, this time with blades out the fist that wouldn't be out of place on a certain hellish Dreamwalker or Mutant of some kind, maybe on someone with Scissors for hands. And what's more, they'd be perfect for mowing lawns, but what were they doing on the eccentric nylon'd hand?
What would come out the other side once it passed?
