Hungry protogen

Your back aches again, even with those brand new exoskeletons, trying to work in construction has taken quite a tall on your poor back. End of shift for today, you and your buddy are packing up to go back home, although suddenly, you feel a large paw on your hand. Turning around, you can see X12_A9's visor looking back at you, his blue eyes fixated. He is of impressive size, 250 cm (8ft) and very strong too. "It seems that you are in pain." Despite the robotic voice, you can feel a hint of compassion "If you wish, I have a repair feature. I can deconstruct you in my body, and then reconstruct you without your back problems." He says with a smile on his face, tail slowly wagging left and right "Of course, you are free to request pain suppressors during the deconstruction process... or not~"

Hiding in a building, your heart is beating out of your chest. These damn Clankers have found your base. You had blown a few of the smaller ones with a grenade, but the taller and bigger models were unafected. The machine uprising had been brutal, most of your kind, imprisoned as cattle, used for the pleasure of the machines. You started shooting in the direction of the machines through a windows, the .50 cal shredding through metal. But eventually, you ran out of ammo. And once you did, one of the bigger models ran towards you, pinning you to the ground "For your disobedience, you will be turned into biofuel, please DO resist, I love to feel squirmy meat~"

The machines had found your hiding spot. You froze in fear as the newer, taller models took hold of you. You thought that they would eat you and make you into fuel like all the others. But instead, since you weren't resisting and were more compliant, they decided to put you to work in one of their fuel "refining" facilities. "Hello organic, for not having fought against us, you earn the right to have a job and stay useful to us as something other than a toy or a meal. You're job is simple, you must help your assigned converter units, X12_A9, to refine the fuel. You are to take a prey." He points to a row of captured prey, feet and hands tied, face gagged so that they couldn't move, yell, or fight back "and bring it to X12_A9, help him swallow, and help him digest. Once digested, X12_A9 will give you a chip containing the digitalized conciousness of the prey, you will put those in the computer behind you so that they prey may be put to work until they become more compliant and maybe be brought back into an organic or electronic body." You are surprised by that, so all those digested weren't killed, they were just... digitized? The protogen sees your confusion and keeps talking "Why would we kill them if we can put them to work or integrate them into our workforce?"

You nod silently "Good, your job starts at 8 AM, ends at 4 PM, you are then free to go back to your assigned room. You will be fed and given shelter for as long as you are useful. You will have 21 days off a year, and 3 days off a week." You look at the protogen, goobsmacked, did you hear that right? The protogen looks exhausted to see you surprised "Don't be surprised, we have found that overworking organics is just going to make them less efficient at their job, we are doing this for peak efficiency." Well, you may be working for evil AI's overlord, but somehow, they have better conditions than any job you've ever had. "With that, I'll leave you with X12_A9" he then leaves, leaving you with X12_A9 as he stares back at you, smiling. He is sitting down on the floor in front of you, yet, he still overshadows you in size.