[ WP ] You only have to perform one more ritual on your quest for your most desired item . However , this last ritual is kind of ... weird .

This is a long one, so here's a warning in advance. Second, I have changed the original prompt slightly, so it may not be what you're expecting. Also, possible slight NSFW. 
 
 It had taken me over a year to get to this point. A simple advert on the internet, offering immortality to the person to get to the end of the challenges first. I say that's what it offered, it did not have those words visible in the image, only a short message from a group named `` Cicada''. The true message was hidden inside the code of that image, and it was finding that which took me on this paper trail to get here. The trail involved going all around the world, each clue becoming harder to crack but leading one step closer to the end. At first over a thousand of us were on the trail, but after only three clues that number had been whittled down to just forty, and ten later I was the only one left. The final clue was encoded in a way often thought to be uncrackable. Except for the fact that I invented it. It told me to come to this building, an old and supposedly abandoned warehouse in the Phillipines. Now I was here. 
 
 As I walk around the exterior of the warehouse I spot something out of the corner of my eye. A small door, marked by the now familiar black cicada symbol of the organisation. It is n't locked, so I push it open. I had taken the precaution of bringing a small handgun, just in case, and I now take that out of the back pocket of my jeans, loaded it and hold it out in front of me as I slowly walk along, crouching. Dust tickles the back of my throat as I crawl along the short but dark passageway from the door. A short distance away I see a green light blinking amid the darkness of the tunnel. As I approach the passage widens into a circular chamber. Suddenly, as I reach the centre of the chamber, a door behind me drops, cutting off the remainder of the sunlight. With a loud creak of metal against metal, the floor begins to drop slowly. I try to jump, try to avoid being pulled down with it but in the few seconds between the light going out and the floor dropping my shoes have somehow been tied down. I am trapped to the floor as it falls, gradually picking up speed. Simletaneously, my gun is yanked upwards by an unseen force, and although I try to hold on to it I lose it as it flies towards what must be an electromagnet in the ceiling. 
 
 The floor continues down for around ten minutes, slowly picking up speed until it suddenly comes to a stop. I must have fallen almost a mile. Still I am in darkness. All of a sudden I am blinded as bright lights flash on in my face. Out of the light come two towering figures, whom I can just about see are wearing gas masks. One speaks to me, bellowing, `` WHY ARE YOU HERE?'' `` I followed the clues'' I squeaked back at him as they pushed me against a wall. Immediately their manner changed. `` Sorry about that'' the other man apologised, taking off his mask. `` We need to be... *careful* about who comes here.'' 
 
 We stand in silence for a few seconds as my eyes ajust to the light. Eventually I ask, `` so, about the immortality...?'' The man, who appears to be in his early thirties with short dark hair and a small moustache, looks thoughtful for a second then speaks. `` Oh yes. The immortality. Well, you've come to the right place. We just have a few things to do.'' He stops. The other man, slightly older and without the moustache, steps in. `` This is your last chance to drop out. You may not like the next part. Will you continue?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` Very well then.'' The two men each grab one of my arms, but more gently this time. They lead me down a maze of corridors, to another room containing equipment that looks similar to that at airport security. Moustache asks me, `` Do you have anything in your pockets? If so, please can you put it on this tray?'' I do, and so take my phone and wallet out and put them in the tray. My watch and shoes soon join them. `` Is that all?'' `` Yes'' `` Then we do n't need this any more.'' He puts the tray into one of the machines and a glass door closes behind it. Through the door I see blue flames shoot out from the walls, removing any trace of the tray and its contents. I'm stuck here now. 
 
 `` Now, please can you step into this tube?'' Moustache commands, pointing towards a large metal cylinder. I do, and he closes the door, the only clear part. Green lights move slowly down the cylinder. They must be scanning me. As they reach my waist, the lights turn red and something outside starts beeping. `` Step out please''. The cylinder was a metal detector. My belt had set it off. Going down to take it off, clean-shaven notices that my jeans also have metal zippers. `` I'm afraid we'll ned to get rid of your pants too.'' Weirdly, rather than just removing them, he pulls out a knife and cuts through both my belt and the waistband of my jeans, before cutting down the seams on the outside and pulling them off. Now I go back in, this time in just a t-shirt, boxers and socks. The scanning starts again, and this time there are no red lights. `` Hold your breath,'' I am told. `` This could take up to a minute.'' 
 
 A fine mist is dispersed from the top of the chamber, and it falls lightly over me. The source of the mist expands, moving down the chamber and covering every part of me. As it is doing so I feel a rather strange feeling. I can not voluntarily move, the only movement is my arms floating upwards to horizontal, which I did n't try to do. Then I notice that my clothes are sticking to me. No, not just sticking. The fabric is becoming joined with my skin! I can not do anything except watch and wait for it to be over. As it finally ends, I stagger out of the now opening door and catch a sight of myself in a mirror on a far wall. The pink skin on my arms and head blends into the red on my chest and upper arms. That then transitions into black around my hips and upper legs. The I notice that my genitalia are no longer there, there is only smooth black skin. My legs are then skin coloured until my ankles, where it turns to the grey of my socks and my toes have also been merged together. I looked like a frankenstein's monster, a mismatch of different skin colours. `` I hope that was n't too unpleasant for you'' moustache apologises. `` It's in the book saying we have to do it, we are n't going to question the ritual.'' 
 
 `` So what's going to happen now?'' I ask. `` Well, I have some news you may not like. We're going to have to do it again. Lots.'' They take me across the room to a cupboard filled with clothes. Time and time again, I put on some, and get sprayed again. A black t-shirt and shorts. A tank top and joggers. A basketball shirt and long socks. A full length dress. A crop top. More pants. Finally, it is over. `` Now we can move on.'' I am escorted down yet more corridors to yet another room. As we are walking along, clean-shaven talks to me. `` So, we say you get immortality, let me explain what we mean. You will be turned into a computer, making you both everlasting and incredibly powerful. I know I said your last chance to back out was earlier, I'll give you another chance. Should you refuse, however, you will be detained here indefinitely, like seven others who have come before you. Your choice.'' 
 
 `` I'll do it. I'm ready.'' 
 
 I am taken to a glass tank, a cube this time, and told to lie in it. I do, the lid shuts and I am immediately turned upside down. A thick black liquid, similar in consistency to custard, pours down on me. It covers my body, filling up the space and pushing the air into a smaler and smaller space. It covers my chest, my neck, past my mouth and nose, then darkness. Nothing but the squeezing of the fluid. Then, in the distant fog of my mind, a spark. It grows and grows, but as it does so I feel a pain like no other, like the cells of my body are being ripped apart. And then, nothing. I open my eyes. Or at least, that's what I intend to do. Instead I come alive and find myself with a great, almost infinite power, but no physical self. I can see, but not like I could before. I have hundreds, thousands of eyes, each one seeing a different thing. But it does not confuse me. I have become a computer. I have become immortal.
