As you kneel in the metal confines, drumming your fists against the door, you hear the most terrifying sound imaginable - Carrie shouting, "Don't worry. I'm going to try something!"
The electronic whir immediately increasing in volume and pitch. There's a clunk. Two metal plates on either side of you course, crackle, and glow with electricity, illuminating the tiny box. You hope to God this isn't just some fancy microwave, as the energy suddenly arcs between the two plates, passing through your body as it goes.
The pain is sharp and runs deep. The sensation of something important being drawn forcefully out from your being is not particularly pleasant. It is over quickly though, and you slump to the floor of the anthropomorphosiser.
The machine scans it's exhausted subject. The slice of human-ness had been correctly extracted and stored away, and it sets about replacing the removed humanity with -
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