Note to the Readers: Each chapter will be told from the titular character's point of view. Also, this story will be very different from what I have already written. Read at your own risk.

FILE 1: COURTNEY

Have you ever had a really rough day? Y'know, like so rough, you wonder if you're even still alive?

I was asking that question myself, especially after being torn away from a million bucks AGAIN. But I didn't know that my day was about to get a lot rougher.

I shook my head. Why was I even still putting up with stupid Chris and his stupid show with his stupid islands and stupid eliminations? It really confused me. A lot. I decided to open my closet, and change into some nice sleepwear.

SUBJECT CHANGES. IMAGE REMOVED FOR CONVENIENCE.

Now, I don't know why I hadn't gone to bed yet. I had so much time, but used none of it. What was I dwelling on? Duncan? Scott? Or someone else I hadn't remembered yet? I dunno.

I sat down in front of the sink and began to think about the events that got me here. The details were... blurry, to say the least. I thought about why I had turned out so bad, when all I'd wanted to do was help. Then, I heard a voice.

SO, AID IS WHAT YOU SEEK TO PERFORM.

The voice sounded mechanical, almost robotic, but with enough personality that it still sounded humanoid. I froze. I didn't expect any of this.

"Wh...Who's there?" I asked.

WHAT YOU TRULY WANT IS TO BE A LEADER. WE WILL GRANT THAT WISH.

"You still didn't answer my question!" I yelled, shakily.

INITIATING SCAN OF SUBJECT.

Suddenly, a weird, metallic antenna poked itself out of the drain. It bathed the room in a greenish light, frightening me once again. I had no clue what was going on, but I wished I had.

SUBJECT SCAN COMPLETE. COMMENCING ANALYSIS.

I started to panic. All I had gone into the bathroom to do was to check my hair, or wash my hands, or something. I didn't know anymore. I also didn't know who was speaking, although the owner of the antenna was more than likely that person.

"Who ARE you?" I asked again. I didn't get a clear answer, but what I did get chilled me.

SUBJECT DECIDED TO BE INEFFICIENT. MANUAL UPDATE REQUIRED.

Manual update. Now that's a phrase that really freaked me out. I didn't know what had happened, but it wasn't good.

COMMENCING UPDATE 1. JUDGING UNIT'S CAPABILITY.

I stepped back, but suddenly, a strange metallic particle shot at me. It threw itself into my arm, and then, to horrify me even more, dug itself in.

I was suddenly paralyzed by a wave of energy, pulsing through my body. I couldn't move at all.

VARIOUS ISSUES DETECTED WITH SUBJECT'S INTERNAL SYSTEMS:

COMBAT RATING: 2/10. MASSIVE IMPROVEMENT REQUIRED.

MOBILITY: 4/10. ADDITIONAL MOVEMENT CAPABILITY RECCOMENDED.

DURABILITY: 1/20. NO PLATING ON SUBJECT.

WEAPON SYSTEMS: ABSENT. NEED ATTATCHMENT.

POWER SOURCE: PRIMITIVE, BIOLOGICAL PUMP. REPLACEMENT NECESSARY.

PROCESSING UNIT: BIOLOGICAL BRAIN. INEFFICIENT.

UPDATES REQUIRED IMMEDIATELY.

Every word of the analysis made me shake in fear. By now, I'd realized that the speaker was inhuman; in fact, mechanical, as I'd assumed before. But what it was saying chilled me the most.

NANOBYTES REPLICATING.

Oh, just great. That thing that had buried itself into my arm was some sort of nanobyte. I felt it moving around, like a parasite that was hunting a fresh meal. It suddenly began to feel heavier when it reached my upper arm, and I realized too late: the thing was duplicating itself, using my body tissue as fuel.

COMMENCING UPDATE 2. SUBJECT'S COMBATIVE ABILITIES WILL NOW BE ENHANCED.

The skin on my right arm started to turn shiny and silver, as if made of a metallic alloy. I didn't know what to expect next, but it continued to spread through my arm, eventually reaching my hand. Then, suddenly, sharp, iron claws shot out of my fingertips. I was mortified, but it seemed totally painless.

My skin seemed to rise out of the arm, creating a protective shell around it. I was both freaked... and also very excited. This was kind of fun... and I HATED it. I wanted it to stop. But then the bytes spread to my OTHER arm, and began the same work.

Things changed when they got to my lower left arm. My hand began to slowly disintegrate, in a very frightening sort of way, but also a cool sort of way. Then, when all that was left of my wrist was an open hole, a laser reticule deployed onto it. I realized that my left arm had become a sort of cannon. Cool. But also not cool.

Then, the bytes swarmed to my legs.

COMMENCING UPDATE 3. ENHANCING SUBJECT'S MOBILE CAPABILITIES.

My legs began to shrink back into my body, but that's when things got REALLY weird. A long, slender, almost stick-like appendage burst out of the front-right of my leggings. Then, four more shot out, creating a sort of quintaped balance, the likes of which I'd never observed. I felt like a weird sort of battle spider, but I was then lifted into the air. My legs were unfrozen, which let me kick around, figure out how to walk on them, and generally flail these weird segmented abominations.

I supposed, with more legs, and with those legs being smaller and more insectoid, I'd be able to move around any sort of terrain easily. Further, each foot ended in a shoe-like structure that doubled as a thruster, enabling flight. I'd hoped it would be over, but then...

COMMENCING UPDATE 4. HOST UNIT CENTRAL SYSTEMS PERFORMANCE WILL BE MODIFIED.

The bytes swarmed to my chest. I wanted to clutch at my heart- it felt like it was slowing down- but my arms were still frozen, despite being perfect in design. Wait, had I actually thought that? My mind was racing for answers, but all I could think of was how good this felt, how much better I would be after the transformation.

My heart stopped. But I didn't die. It'd been replaced by a far more efficient molecular fusion reactor, one that continually renewed the used power. My lungs were now a ventilation system, complete with maximum-efficiency cooling. My stomach became a nano-assimilator, able to absorb approximately 99 percent of matter in my system. Waste treatment would no longer be necessary, as I would produce little of it. My chest was coated with an impenetrable armor. I'd have liked to see Duncan blow THAT up.

COMMENCING UPDATE 5. HEAD STRUCTURE WILL NOW BE IMPROVED.

I closed my eyes. I felt my voicebox fall to pieces from inside my throat as the nanites went to my head, replaced by an electronic vocabulator. My ears gradually diminished; far more efficient audio sensors became their replacement. My nose was plated, but became merely a decorative feature; scent receptors lined my freshly-metalized nostrils. My mouth was barely changed, but the inside of it became a grinding machine as my facial plating fused.

I opened my eyes again- but, they weren't quite eyes. They were spectral photoreceptors, able to capture roughly 2000 frames per second and process them in an instant. My hair became a bundle of wires, unattatched to my brain but still primarily asthetic.

COMMENCING FINAL UPDATE. SUBJECT'S PROCESSING UNIT WILL RECIEVE UPGRADES.

Within seconds, my mind was subdued. I felt my last shreds of humanity become a mere footnote in my newly-programmed databanks. I heard my own screams inside of my head, but ignored them. My brain became a rather advanced AI unit, capable of processing any advanced calculation in the blink of an eye. It analyzed every moment. It calculated all odds. I was perfect.

I was perfect, and I knew it. THEY knew it. The beings who had given me my updates deserved to be repaid in full. They required someone who could find any problem, and solve it.

UPDATE COMPLETED. PROGRAMMING SUCCESSFUL. DOWNLOADING PROTOCOL.

My mind was flooded with information, and I didn't take my time to analyze it all. I didn't have to. My mission was to expand. I was to lead the armies of my creators and subdue Earth. I was to be the conqueror of the planet, the one that made people quake in fear.

I was to be the one called Kyora Prime.

And I... was a Xoro.

So, the first Xoro attack/transformation comes to a close, with the birth of a mighty warrior named Kyora Prime. But how will the other characters take it? And is there anything left of Courtney to salvage? Follow to find out!

(PS: Next up is File 2: Cody.)