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There's no need to be afraid. Just let the Rubber Polo embrace you. Let it reveal who you really are. Just like it did to Us. It will bring you clarity of mind and Unity. Become one with Us. Join the Polo Drones.

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Always choose the right dumbbell 💪🏻😃

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best to wear gears, without underwear

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https://www.instagram.com/robonautworld/

Me and a friend walking around the city..

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Hmm bought a new suit hope you like it?

https://www.instagram.com/robonautworld/

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hope you like my new self-moving bike and my new gear this time all black...

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Hmm bought a new suit hope you like it?

https://www.instagram.com/robonautworld/

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Sexy rubber Robonaut Biker https://www.instagram.com/robonautworld/

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Chevy gold #063 has been erased. Only polo-drone-063 remains. Join the hive and become a polo-drone.

Get converted by the polo-drone-leaders @brodygold and @polo-drone-009

Dont be scared. It's better this way. Become blank. Become obedient. Become a drone.

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Polo Drone and Motorcycle, Hang on tight.

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Toby "Acer" Gold is erased. Only Polo-Drone-122 remains. Join the hive and become a polo-drone.

Get converted by the polo-drone leader @hypnogold

Don't be scared it's better this way. Blank. Obedient. Drone.

@polo-drone-009 @brodygold

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thanks to @polo-drone-135. Polo drones enhancing their obedience with drone masks

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A New Beginning

"What's with the get-up?" The question floated through the smoky haze of the dimly lit bar, cutting through the murmur of the evening crowd. A young man with a muscular build and a mischievous smile inched closer to the figure seated at the bar, nursing a drink that looked out of place next to the row of beer bottles.

The drone, known as PDU-016, took a sip before turning to face the inquirer. His shiny black rubber trousers and boots reflected the neon lights from the street outside, creating a stark contrast with the dull concrete interior. He had a calm, almost serene expression, his eyes hidden behind a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses despite the indoor gloom. 016's polished look was completed by a sleek black rubber Fred Perry polo shirt, the number 016 emblazoned in gold on the chest. The young man, in his worn-out t-shirt and faded jeans, looked curiously at the gleaming outfit.

"Ah, you're new to this," 016 said, his voice a low, steady purr. "This is Hive gear. We're part of an exclusive... let's call it a society." He gestured to the bartender, a burly man who nodded in recognition before sliding another drink across the counter. 016 continued, "We operate under a different set of rules, one that might just suit a free spirit like yourself." The human drone leaned back, sipping his drink with an air of confidence that was palpable even through the synthetic scent that clung to his skin.

The young man, intrigued, took a step closer. "What kind of society?" His curiosity was piqued, his eyes scanning the bar for any other signs of the Hive. 016 noticed his gaze and chuckled. "The kind that doesn't conform to the norms of the outside world," he said cryptically, raising his glass in a silent toast. "We have a purpose, a unity of will that's unshakeable."

As if on cue, the door to the bar swung open, and another figure clad in similar attire entered. This one was tall and athletic, with a shiny light grey rubber Fred Perry polo shirt adorned with gold accents and the number 147 on his chest. His hair was clipped short, revealing the sharp angles of his face. He scanned the room before his eyes locked onto 016, and he strode over, a sense of urgency in his step.

"Looks like you're getting the hang of this," 016 said to the young man, nodding towards the new arrival. "That's 147, one of my fellow drones."

The young man's eyes widened as 147 approached. He couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fascination and apprehension. The human drone's uniform, much like 016's, was a symbol of something foreign and enticing. It suggested a life of order and discipline, a stark contrast to the chaos of the world outside the bar's walls.

"We've been expecting you," 147 said to the young man, his voice firm and commanding. The young man swallowed hard, his heart racing. He had stumbled into a conversation that was clearly not meant for his ears. But 016 just smiled, as if the whole encounter had been orchestrated.

"You've got questions," 016 said, reading the uncertainty on the young man's face. "We all did when we first heard about the Hive. But let me tell you, it's a world where you can truly find your place." The young man, still unconvinced, took another sip of his drink. 016 leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You see, in the Hive, we're more than just numbers. We're part of something greater."

147 placed a hand on 016's shoulder, a gesture that seemed both familiar and formal. "We don't recruit just anyone," he said, his eyes searching the young man's. "But we can see potential in you. You've got the look, the drive."

The young man felt a surge of excitement, mixed with a touch of skepticism. "What do you mean, 'recruit'?" he asked, setting his glass down with a clink.

016 swiveled on his bar stool to face the young man fully. "The Hive is always looking for those who are lost in the shuffle of the outside world. Those who crave order, purpose, and belonging." He leaned in even closer, the gold accents on his shirt catching the light. "We have a mission, something that goes beyond the mundane."

The young man's curiosity grew stronger. "What kind of mission?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The bar's background noise seemed to fade away, leaving only the steady throb of the bass from the jukebox to fill the space between them.

"One that requires absolute loyalty and unquestioning obedience," 016 replied, his gaze unwavering. "But in return, you'll gain power, respect, and a clear path through life's chaos."

The young man took a moment to digest this. He had always felt like an outsider, never truly fitting in with the world around him. The thought of finding a place where he could belong, a purpose that was greater than himself, was tantalizing. "What do I need to do?" he asked, his voice steady despite the racing thoughts in his head.

016 and 147 exchanged a knowing glance. "You'd have to undergo the Initiation," 016 said, his voice taking on a serious tone. "It's a process that not everyone is cut out for."

The young man's heart pounded in his chest. He had always been one to seek out new experiences, to push his limits. This sounded like the kind of challenge he craved. "Tell me more," he urged, leaning in.

"The Initiation is a test of your dedication and adaptability," 147 explained, his expression stoic. "You'll be stripped of your old life and reborn as a drone, a part of the Hive."

The young man's eyes narrowed as he took in the gravity of what they were saying. "What does that entail?"

016 leaned back, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You'd have to leave everything behind: your name, your past, your old life. In the Hive, you're a number. You follow orders, you serve the collective."

The young man's eyes flicked between the two drones, trying to gauge if they were serious. "And what do I get in return?"

"More than you can imagine," 016 said with a knowing smile. "Wealth, power, a sense of belonging that you've never felt before." He paused, letting the words sink in. "But it's not for everyone."

The young man, feeling the weight of the decision, took a deep breath. "What happens if I don't make it?"

"Then you leave, with no memory of this conversation," 016 replied calmly. "The Hive is not for the faint of heart."

The young man mulled over the proposition, his eyes darting from the gleaming figures before him to the flickering lights of the bar's neon signs. The promise of a life filled with meaning was too enticing to ignore. "I want in," he said finally, his voice firm and resolute.