What is the creepiest science fiction technology?

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The Arco Flagellant.

A technology that fuses flesh, machine, and insanity all into one abomination.
In the Warhammer 40k franchise there are many horrible technologies that have emerged in the 41st Millennium, but none so terrifying as this. Arco Flagellants are berserker soldiers that have been stripped of their humanity and have their reason and sanity replaced by faith.

In Warhammer, there is a vast interstellar empire called the Imperium of Man that stretches across the stars. It’s brutally repressive and theocratic in the most brutal manner possible. One of its key features is the regime backed religion, the Ecclesiarchy. It preaches absolute loyalty to the Imperium and squashes any signs of heresy/treason it can find (usually by burning people alive).
Every now and then however there is someone who will commit a crime against the Imperium that is not completely heinous, such that killing them is not “just” punishment. That person will be captured and then will be turned into an Arco Flagellant. What exactly does that mean?
This is a quote from an Ecclesiarchy official describing exactly what is about to happen to a man who is to be turned into a Flagellant.

Flagellants Become In Essence Unfeeling Drones

"Imagine that. Your limbs removed, replaced with spark-whips and nests of claws. Eyes bored from your skull and stained glass in their places. Your heart and organs fixed with stimm injectors and neuropathic glands. And then, proud in your new body, what remains of your drooling waste of a mind will be turned to the good of the Imperium. With a word of my command, you'll willingly fling yourself into the jaws of hell, a berserk flesh-machine bound for a long, long death."
Flagellants become in essence unfeeling drones. Their brains are overwritten and wiped off their host personality, with all their will replaced by a burning need to serve the Imperium and slaughter its foes. All they care about is ripping apart whatever poor bastard they are sent against.
They are used as shock troops by the Ecclesiarchy and sent against the enemy in waves. With their surgeries, they become immune to pain, fear, and logic. In the heat of battle combat drugs injected into their bodies drive them to attack anything alive in their paths, tearing them to pieces with crude melee appendages. They will fight on until eitherThey’re wounded to a point where they are no longer capable of moving (ie. mega-death).

The drugs in their systems that drive them to berserker fury literally tear them apart from the inside out. The disturbing part is that this is actually seen as a good thing. If a criminal is turned into a Flagellant and dies in the field, he is automatically redeemed by the Ecclesiarchy. In the real world, you go to a confession and do good deeds to redeem yourself. In Warhammer 40k, you are redeemed by dying as a mutilated lunatic, ripping apart the foes of a tyrannical government and church.
Just remember the lesson here. If you’re going to commit a crime against the Imperium of Man, make sure it is so severe you will be killed on the spot for it, else you may be subjected to something far worse.

It’s The 24th-century Technology

It’s the 24th century, and a new form of transportation has been invented, and after initial testing, it is now widely available to the public, including young families. This new technology is called “Jaunting,” and is a form of instantaneous transportation that allows people to teleport anywhere in the Solar System. With this revolutionary technology, humans have successfully colonized the entire Solar System, allowing them to travel from Earth to Mars, to back again with relative ease. What once would have taken years to travel to, can now be achieved in a matter of seconds.
If you are conscious while Jaunting, you will go insane, your consciousness doomed to an eternity of oblivion.

Imagine being left to only your thoughts, in an endless field of white, for what would feel like billions of years, your sanity slowly disintegrating and mind starting to auto-cannibalize itself.
How long in there, in terms of years? 0.000000000067 seconds for the body to Jaunt, but how long for the unarticulated consciousness? A hundred years? A thousand? A million? A billion? How long alone with your thoughts in an endless field of white? And then, when a billion eternities have passed, the crashing return of light and form and body. Who wouldn't go insane?”
For this reason, every person who goes under the Jaunt must be asleep and unconscious. The solution to this is to put everyone under general anesthesia before take-off.
But what happens to the poor unfortunate souls who don’t go to sleep? Here is what happened to little Ricky, who held his breath while the attendants administered the anesthesia.

Cackling And Screeching:

The thing that had been his son bounced and writhed on its Jaunt couch, a twelve-year-old boy with a snow-white fall of hair and eyes which were incredibly ancient, the corneas went a sickly yellow. Here was a creature older than time masquerading as a boy; and yet it bounced and writhed with a kind of horrid, obscene glee, and at its choked, lunatic cackles the Jaunt attendants drew back in terror. Some of them fled, although they had been trained to cope with just such an unthinkable eventuality. The old-young legs twitched and quivered. Claw hands beat and twisted and danced on the air; abruptly they descended and the thing that had been his son began to claw at its face. "Longer than you think, Dad!" it cackled. "Longer than you think! Held my breath when they gave me the gas! I wanted to see it! I saw! I saw! Longer than you think!" Cackling and screeching, the thing on the Jaunt couch suddenly clawed its own eyes out. Blood grouted. The recovery room was an aviary of screaming voices now. "Longer than you think, Dad! I saw! I saw! Long Jaunt! Longer than you think-"It said other things before the Jaunt attendants were finally able to bear it away, rolling its couch swiftly away as it screamed and clawed at the eyes that had seen the unseeable forever and ever; it said other things, and then it began to scream, but Mark Oates didn't hear it because by then he was screaming himself. So remember kids, always go to sleep, so you don’t turn into a creep.
In all seriousness, this is probably one of the creepiest technologies available because it combines my 2 biggest fears:

Being alone for eternity:

Doing something incredibly stupid for no reason that ruins my life forever.
It just seems so tempting too. It’s like the elephant game. Tell someone not to think of an elephant. Then they probably automatically think of elephants! The same theory goes with Jaunting, I am sure after being told not to be awake during Jaunting only helped to increase Ricky’s curiosity. And I can relate to that. Also, Jaunt technology opens up all sorts of sinister possibilities. The Jaunt is purported to have been used by tinpot dictators to get rid of political dissidents, and imagine if someone with connections kicked you awake into a Jaunt portal while closing up the other exit, leaving you screaming in limbo for eternity….Anyways, I got a flight to catch, see you on the other side of Io, loser.