The woman stood terrified, having watched one of them transformed into a muscular Fitness drone right before their very eyes. As they looked on in horror, the converted Jennifer marched up to them and shouted "KNEEL." They all followed and complied with nothing but pure intimation holding them down. The 3 drones continued to block the exits and observe as the Drone that was formerly Dana stepped up to each one, observing them and their physiques as if looking at them like dogs, breeds selected for their traits. She'd leave a small nylon fabric on each of them saying "Fail" one by one.
Each fabric quickly cocooned them, when it'd finish the converted would become a petite fit drone, more fit than the original 3 but not nearly as strong as the Fitness drone that is Jennifer. As she went along she seemed to discount most of them as lousy fodder, until approaching one at the back row after going through several. The terrified woman had short brunette hair, and silver tights underneath a pink cardigan.
"No, no! NO! Don't make me into one of those things, STAY AWAY!"
The drone ignored her pleas.
"Fine calves. Excellent posterior. Perfectly healthy, good genes and characteristics. Yes, you are incredibly worthy. No, you will not become lowly drones like them. You will get the honor of being an Elite among the Nylon. Assimilate your power into ours!" She opened her "mouth" as a hole in the middle of her nylon head and it slowly swirled open like a gaping vacuum, stretching out and twisting until the mouth alone was big enough to fit the woman into her. All she saw next, was blackness.
