It had been almost two weeks since discovering her condition. Lynda hesitated in calling it a power or ability because that implied control, which thus far she had yet to manage. At the moment she had her own hand under an electron microscope to get a better idea of what the nanites had done to her. For as much as she was cooperating it took them long enough to get her this piece of equipment. She was having to look at her hand directly because when she attempted to prick her finger for a blood sample nothing came out. Visibly her skin had become an unhealthy grey color with a few markings that looked like circuits. The markings didn't seem to have any detectable function so they may only be visible signs of what was happening to her. Looking through the device she saw the most confusing thing. 

The particular nanites that she'd been exposed to were designed for the medical field. They were one of Lorne's more humanitarian achievements and well above Lynda's pay grade. They were great for targeting some of the more stubborn cancerous cells, accelerating the rebuilding of tissue, and generally cutting back on the number of invasive surgeries. The thing was that they only functioned for a few hours and dissolved shortly after to prevent future harm to the patient. More would need to be introduced to continue treatment. But here in the microscope she was witnessing what looked like a completely new form of life. The nanites weren't just assisting her bodily functions, they were performing them. Mind you they were not the same as before. They'd changed shape and function, gained the ability to replicate, and were by all signs Lynda's new cells. 

Glancing up there were a couple security guards standing outside the door. Unlike the military they were not as serious and seemed to be having a conversation. Even so they were not going to let her out. The door was locked, but it was electronic so that wasn't really a hindrance. Sighing the woman removed her hand from the microscope and leaned back into her chair. A fine mess she's gotten herself into. Thus far she'd been treated well so there wan't much to complain about, but her days were likely numbered. She was a phenomenon that could mean the next breakthrough in medical research, military application, human evolution, hell even knows maybe the "grey goo" apocalypse scenario. Replicating machines were nothing new but these were part of a larger whole. They acted biological but weren't. Nor were they acting parasitic by consuming Lynda. No, by all indications she'd been converted into a techno-organic being, as much machine as she was human. 

Lynda knew that Lorne had to have realized what she was by now. It was just hard to predict what they would do. As far as she knew they weren't cruel, but they did make weapons of war. Surely they wouldn't pick apart a living being, if she could be considered living anymore. The argument could be made that she was Lorne property and after she was gone no one would know. Lynda Nguyen would just have disappeared one day and eventually be forgotten. These kinds of thoughts went back and forth in her mind. They presented a problem because she wasn't really sure what to do. If she stayed she could maybe and figure something out. If she ran then there was little chance of having access to this kind of equipment again and ever finding out exactly what was happening to her. 

Hearing chatter in her head was a sign that the V.I. she'd assimilated had become active again. Lynda still didn't know what having such a thing in her head meant. It was her pet project before this debacle, a contract job given to Lorne by the USF. They wanted a new line of V.I.s for their robotics division. Most of the basics were done so it was a fully functional V.I. However the way it was designed presented a problem for USF's protocols, which is what Lynda was trying to resolve last she worked on it. But if the nanites were any indication it too could have undergone changes beyond its original function.