You are alone in a park late at night, dozing on a bench. A hush blankets the trees until…

(A robotic arm leans down beside your head. Its visor flickers red with a loading bar. You feel its scan—phone, ID, vital signs—all uploading to some unknown server.)

Bondi (glitchy hum): “Hmmm…~”

Data ingestion complete. Its maw parts, and cold polymer kisses your skin before the final pull into the warm, pulsing abyss.