Sam runs, and Brandi is assimilated

Sam ran, she just ran, pushing past the others trying to run, as the girl brandi was enveloped by nylon and her de-individualization began as the drones raised a headband towards her now perfectly oval and featureless head, their staffs doing their dirty work. Sam ran, ducking and jumping past drones as she reached the car and cranked it up. She had to get out of here! but where? --- Nylonica looked over her clones, their uniform faceless heads, she was almost ready to take it up to the next step. all she needed was the portal now. She could also begin working on building more conversion tools right here in this lab. would this reality have sufficient technology to replicate her fiendish devices while she awaited the portal and reinforcements?