"Offensive drone complete. Share and assimilate characteristics?" The new made drone psychically asked.
The second of the two identical originals nodded, for conductive test purposes. "Conduct reassimilation."
Offensive Drone nodded and stabbed it. Although non-lethal, being made of nylon, the stab wound soon healed and sent ripples down the rest of it's fabric.
Within moments, the original drone send out identical claws, having absorbed the data from it's new carrier. It retracted the data and morphed them away, leaving unbladed hands but the data still there in case they needed to be re-activated.
The three Drones stood put and congregated.
"More Assimilation needed. More life force. Who should we assimilate next?"
As the three looked throughout the neighborhood, their reaffirmed their two goals. To spread the bliss that is Master and Nylon, and to find new powerful traits to add to their collective, in order to evolve, specialize and create new Drones.
"They...will...be...assimilated!"
