I guess it's rated PG-13.

She awoke to a jolt. It felt as if she had been turned back on. Then, her now red eyes stared at the surgeon, who held the remote in his hand. Iscath stood beside him, smiling like an idiot.

“Good morning pet! I see the nano-bots in the computer have progressed quickly.” Rene looked down at her legs and saw that one of them had become mechanical inside. Wires hung out from a small metal patch in her skin. Then she felt her arm tingle. As she turned her head, she saw the wired arm, no long skin whatsoever. The red head quickly spun back to see their faces.

“What the hell have toi done to me?” She yelled. “Why am I a robot?”

“Because that’s the process pet,” Iscath replied, “And toi will be the best one so far. The never dying, never aging child I’ve been waiting for years for.” She screamed as a wire pierced through her leg and connected to a mainframe. Blood surrounded the outside of the puncture. Slowly, she became dizzy, her eyesight being changed. Anlor smiled, watching the transformation take place.

“Anlor, what’s happening to my eyesight?” The red head growled.

“It’s becoming more, computerized.” One eye changed brown again, while the other one remained bright red, as if the nano-bots had been fixating on the one eyes. Iscath came up to her and started at her stomach scar. He grabbed the couteau from his pocket and slowly cut thought that mark again, only not as deep as before. Rene screamed, tears streaming from her brown eye.

“What is it my dear? Something the matter?” She tried to move; but the computer had taken most of her movement control. Iscath became bored with her and walked away, throwing the couteau into her chest. The red head screeched at the haut, retour au début of her lungs. Pain spread through her body like a plague: Not leaving until death. And she knew she couldn’t die. Accidents from past years caused it; but she never thought someone would do something like this to her. It was inhumane. Anlor came up to her, using a small magnifying glass to look at her wounds and progress. For about a minute, he was fixated on her breasts; but then shook his head an resumed to her. Pervs. They’re both pervs. Anlor shoved the tool into his pocket.

“You’ll be ready soon. The process is almost complete.”

“Great,” she a dit in a sarcastic tone. “You gonna tell me what it does?” Anlor laughed and walked out of the room. Rene growled. “Great, I’m stuck here.” Then, her body completely stiffened up. What…The hell? Her eyes quickly moved to the remote, which was held in a man’s hand; but she didn’t know who it was. He didn’t wear a mask like the rest of the men; but he had the same symbol tattooed on his wrist. He came up to her and sat down in front of her, looking at her face.

“You look… Familiar,” he a dit as he removed his hat. Rene still looked at him, still unsure of who he was.
“Wh-who are you? I don’t remember you.”

“Max. I’m Max. toi saved me from the Joker.” She strained her red eyes, looking at his face. Then she remembered.

“You, toi were just a kid though. Maybe, eight years old. “

“Yes, I was eight years old. Now I’m nineteen.”
“Max, that was eleven years ago.” Oh my god, I was twenty-eight, she thought. “How did toi remember that?”

“I-I followed toi around. toi were always so cool and relaxed back then. But a few years ago, these guys caught me and did the same to me as they did to you. Except, I’ll grow old and die. You, on the other hand, won’t.”

“Yeah. I won’t. I’m stuck in this hell hole forever.” The red head sighed, then looked at him with her dark red eyes. “But toi can get out.”

“I-I can’t.”    

“Yes, toi can! toi have to!”

“But, I can’t…”

“Why?”

“Because… Because Iscath…”

“Iscath what?”

“Iscath is my father.”