Chrysalis smiled softly, watching the well-bound form floating in the thick fluid. Yet another superheroine who had wandered into her subterranean home, looking to commit massive amounts of property destruction in the name of some ill-defined idea of justice. No particularly useful abilities- just a basic flying tank, and super strength, durability, and flight were abilities Chrysalis' drones already possessed. Not enough intellect to be of any use added to Gestalt. But perhaps, just perhaps, she could be given usefullness. The probe in her brain was busily but carefully laying strands of artificial neurons to supplement the organic pathways, and the fluid circulating around and inside her was rebuilding her on an even deeper level than the combat drones underwent. If things went right, she would be a synthetic predator- able to steal useful powers that could then be given to her sisters. But that was months of rebuilding and reprogramming dreams away.