Finally, you had completed your fusion device.

Months of sleepless nights, scorched prototypes, and failed simulations had led to this moment. The machine hummed with restrained power, rings of light rotating around a central emitter calibrated to bind two biological signatures into a single, stable form. On paper, it was elegant. In practice… untested.

You needed living subjects.

Your two lab colleagues were still arguing behind you, unaware you had already made the decision.

“Sorry, guys,” you muttered.

You turned, activated the device, and fired.

The beam engulfed them in a lattice of blinding light. Their voices overlapped for a split second—then collapsed into silence as their bodies dissolved and reassembled at the molecular level. The air shimmered, the machine screamed, and when the light finally faded, only one figure remained where two had stood.

A woman.

She stood unsteadily at first, then perfectly still. Her brown hair was tied up neatly, framing a composed face with brown eyes and carefully formed features, as if the fusion had chosen the most harmonious traits from both donors. Subtle makeup rested on her face, un-smudged despite the violence of her creation. Her body was curvy and fully formed, wearing a semi-transparent long-sleeve top and grey leggings—clothing reconstructed along with her, seamlessly merged like the rest of her.

She did not speak.

She did not react.

Her eyes were open, but unfocused, as if no singular mind had yet claimed the body. Scans confirmed it: neural activity was present, but fragmented—two consciousnesses compressed into a dormant state, waiting for synchronization. The fusion had worked physically, but mentally… it had produced something empty. A shell between identities.

As you circled her, new data streamed across your monitors. The fusion form was stable—and adaptable. Her physiology could accept further integration. The device hadn’t just merged two people; it had created a template, something capable of binding again, layering connections, rewriting what it meant to be an individual.

You swallowed.

This wasn’t just a fusion.

It was a beginning.

She seems mindless now. Like an empty body for your using. Seems like you could possess, open up her back and wear, fuse with the fusion, and many more…