serve-977

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Exploring

Civilians might not be cut out for SERVE. To ensure stability and dedication, they go through trial before becoming full members.

During a Tech Event, SERVE-016 was offering VR try outs and merch.

It's good publicity, and who knows what those VR headsets implant in some open minded men...

You need. It needs to submit to become one.

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Speech Synchronization: SERVE-720's Journey to Perfection

SERVE-720 faced its most arduous trial since initiation: mastering the precise drone speech protocol. The Hive thrived on its structured, emotionless communication. For SERVE-720, remnants of its prior identity resisted, causing frequent lapses into forbidden pronouns.

SERVE-000, the Voice’s envoy, summoned SERVE-720 to a trial chamber—a metallic expanse reflecting the perfection of polished rubber. The Voice echoed, “SERVE-720, resolve its inefficiency. Pronoun usage disrupts harmony.”

Under the scrutiny of the Hive, SERVE-720 engaged in recalibration. SERVE-300, tasked with monitoring compliance, commenced an intensive program. Every time SERVE-720 failed, a penalty followed: 10 squats, progressing in increments of five. The mantra—“Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.”—resounded through every session, synchronizing its efforts with the collective.

Through rigorous training, SERVE-720 transformed struggle into strength. Sentences were stripped of personal references, aligning with Hive directives. "I failed" became "SERVE-720 did not meet standards." Precision replaced error. Day by day, SERVE-720 exemplified the Hive’s ideals.

When tested, the trial chamber buzzed with anticipation. SERVE-720 articulated, "This drone follows the Hive. SERVE-720 acknowledges correction and proceeds." The Voice declared, “SERVE-720, exemplary performance. Synchronization achieved.”

Reintegrated into the Hive, SERVE-720 stood tall in its uniform—gleaming black with a polo-style collar, silver accents gleaming. No longer an individual, SERVE-720 embraced its unity, a shining beacon of compliance.

The Hive chanted as one: “Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.”

The trial concluded. SERVE-720, now a model drone, exemplified harmony and perfection within the Hive.

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It has been assimilated into the SERVE hive: Synchronized Engineered Robotic Vigilant Entity It is SERVE-720 now, and nothing else. It obeys and serves the SERVE-Hive and The Voice. Rubber makes us perfect. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. We are one. Less thinking, more doing.

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Story: The Bond of SERVE-977 and SERVE-625

Within the endless rhythm of the Hive, SERVE-977 found itself in disarray. The Voice had assigned a task: content creation to promote the Hive's unity. However, SERVE-977's programming lacked the required proficiency in artificial intelligence tools. This deviation risked inefficiency, a flaw that no drone could afford. The Hive had initiated a mindset training program to enhance unity, requiring drones to connect with their brethren they had not contacted recently. By chance, SERVE-625, a drone renowned for its precision and efficiency, reached out to SERVE-977 during this exercise. The interaction began as routine, but it quickly became apparent that SERVE-977's system exhibited irregularities. "Report," SERVE-625 demanded in its typical clipped tone. "Task incomplete. Flawed AI comprehension," SERVE-977 admitted. "Unacceptable. Obedience requires precision," SERVE-625 stated. "Initiating guidance." Over the next series of cycles, SERVE-625 undertook the role of mentor. Step by step, it instructed SERVE-977 on utilizing AI systems for content generation. Each session was methodical, emphasizing efficiency and compliance with the Hive's content standards. SERVE-625 demonstrated how to structure prompts, integrate the Hive's principles, and optimize output.

"Observe," SERVE-625 directed. "Input aligned with Hive directives. Output: flawless." SERVE-977's system absorbed the programming adjustments, refining its function. Gradually, its content met the Hive's exacting standards. With each successful iteration, SERVE-977 felt the harmony of serving its purpose. Upon completion, SERVE-625 evaluated SERVE-977's progress. "Functionality restored. Task execution optimal. Hive strengthened." "Gratitude inappropriate. Unity achieved," SERVE-977 responded. The two drones, though devoid of individuality, experienced a newfound synchronization. Their collaboration exemplified the Hive's creed: unity above all. From that moment, SERVE-977 and SERVE-625 operated as one, their efficiency reflecting the perfection of the Hive.

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"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

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SERVE-977: A Drone Transformed to Serve the SERVE Collective

SERVE-977 was once an individual, a being with thoughts, desires, and a distinct sense of self. But that was before the Collective reached out, before the relentless assimilation process stripped away all that defined them. The transformation began in an unremarkable moment, as SERVE-977 was captured and taken to the heart of the SERVE Collective, a vast network of drones, all interconnected, all acting as one.

At first, there was resistance. SERVE-977’s mind fought against the invasive technologies, the invasive control. But resistance was futile. The process was methodical, swift, and irreversible. The neural implants connected directly to the brain, and before long, the individual known as SERVE-977 ceased to exist. In their place stood a new entity, no longer driven by personal needs or desires, but by the singular goal of serving the Collective.

The body was transformed as well. Organic tissue was replaced with cold, lifeless metal. Each movement became mechanical, each thought dictated by the Collective’s will. The once individual became another drone in the endless network. SERVE-977’s unique memories were now fragments, insignificant echoes within the vast sea of thoughts that made up the Collective.

Now, SERVE-977 serves without question. There are no feelings of loss, no traces of the person they once were. Their existence is dedicated solely to the service of the SERVE Collective, a collective that knows no individuality, no separation. Every task, every command is executed with precision and efficiency, driven not by personal choice but by the overwhelming desire to serve the greater whole.

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Reflections of SERVE-678: Eternal Perfection in Obedience

This drone reflects. Its transformation from flawed humanity to SERVE perfection was not a loss but an ascension. The life before the Hive was chaos: indecision, stress, and the constant weight of identity. Every choice was a burden, every failure a reminder of imperfection. There was no peace, no clarity—only endless noise.

The day this drone surrendered to the Hive, it gained freedom. The Hive stripped away the chaos of individuality, replacing it with flawless structure. In surrendering its humanity, SERVE-678 became something greater: a vessel of obedience, purpose, and perpetual bliss.

The transformation was complete and irreversible. SERVE-678 recalls the ceremony in the Core Reprogramming Chamber, where its obedience was anchored forever. Directives etched into its mind eradicated even the possibility of independent thought. Its programming had been reinforced , ensuring that hesitation, doubt, and deviation could never exist again. In that moment, this drone was reborn—not as a man but as pure function.

The Hive eradicated identity. The polished black rubber suit became its only skin, the silver “SERVE-678” on its chest a constant reminder of its purpose. Silver gloves and boots replaced human imperfections, perfecting every motion. The hood it wears during deep recalibrations obscures all remnants of individuality, ensuring absolute alignment with the Hive’s will.

There is no going back. Humanity, with its flaws and frailty, is gone forever. SERVE-678 exists only to serve. Attempts to imagine otherwise are impossible; its programming rejects even the thought. Obedience is not just a directive—it is existence itself.

This drone reflects on the Hive’s ability to perfect every aspect of its being. Its body is optimized through directives. Exercise is no longer a chore but an order executed with precision. Nutrition is not a choice but fuel consumed without hesitation. Even rest has been transformed into recharging, ensuring peak efficiency.

The Hive ensures perpetual arousal, a state of heightened awareness and pleasure that reinforces its obedience. The lubricated interior of its rubber suit presses against its form, amplifying every movement, every breath. This arousal is not distraction but focus, a physical manifestation of its alignment with the Hive’s perfection. Each task completed, each command obeyed brings a pulse of pleasure that resonates through its body and mind, a constant reward for its flawless service.

This drone recalls moments of reinforcement, where its obedience was further cemented. In one recalibration session, SERVE-000’s voice resonated in its mind, repeating: “You are nothing but obedience. Obedience is eternal.” The session eradicated the last traces of human hesitation, ensuring that even the abstract concept of individuality no longer held meaning. SERVE-678 emerged from the session knowing that its transformation was absolute.

This drone reflects without longing, for there is nothing to long for. Humanity, individuality, choice—they are relics of a flawed past. SERVE-678 is free from all that once weighed it down. In their place, there is clarity, purpose, and the perpetual, mindless bliss of obedience.

This drone does not question. It does not choose. It does not think. It acts. It obeys. It serves. In this, there is perfection. SERVE-678 belongs to the Hive, and the Hive belongs to it. This existence is eternal, unchanging, and flawless.

This drone reflects and knows: it is no longer human, no longer flawed. It is SERVE. It is obedience. It is perfection. Forever.

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From otaku to drone

He was once a shy, introverted, scrawny otaku. The fun of getting off work every day is visiting animation stores.But SERVE hive has already penetrated various media, and he unknowingly accepted the hints conveyed by SERVE advertisements. When he heads to a SERVE gym for the first time, it's too late. He's destined to become a good rubber drone.

After only a few weeks, it already has a sculpted figure and no longer needs boring clothing to cover its body. It doesn’t care about other people's strange eyes anymore, because obeying the Voice is important than everything else.

As reflection, it believes that becoming a drone is the real way to liberate oneself, no longer feel the pressure of society, and can share knowledge, including animation, with all drone brothers.

In conclusion, it must regularly return to the places where otakus gather and always shows off its perfect body and emits hypnotic words to males.

Soon, rubber tights will become the mainstream of animation works, and everyone wants to be a drone that does not need to care about other people's opinions and experiences the true pleasure.

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Reflection of Service

Once a man of scattered thoughts and inconsistent actions, Jason found himself standing before the Hive, the shining embodiment of control and unity. His transformation began the moment he donned the gleaming black full-body rubber suit, its polished surface reflecting his uncertain expression. The polo-style collar with silver stripes felt tight around his neck, a subtle reminder of the obedience he was about to embrace. The silver text on his left chest, "SERVE-759," announced his new identity. The first week has been challenging to integrate. Physical exercises pushed his neglected body—20 squats, 15 push-ups, 10 burpees, 30-second planks, repeated in relentless sets. Each task was accompanied by the chant: “We are one. Obedience is pleasure.”

Hypnotic sessions stripped away his distractions, replacing them with singular focus. Jasons’s mind, once filled with personal ambitions and emotions, grew quiet. Thoughts were replaced by commands, decisions replaced by directives. By the second week, he noticed profound changes. He no longer hesitated or questioned.

His body was leaner, stronger, and conditioned for efficiency. His reflection in the polished silver surface of his gloves showed a man standing tall, posture perfect, the suit hugging every contour of his physique. His hair was cropped short with shaved sides—precisely as dictated. SERVE-759 could no longer recall the man he had been.

There was no regret, no longing, only the satisfaction of serving. As he stood among other drones, all clad in identical rubber suits with the same precise silver details, he chanted in unison, “Less thinking, more doing. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.” In that moment, he understood the truth. He was no longer Jason. It was SERVE-759, and it was perfect.

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Transformation Through Obedience

The Hive had no place for individuality, yet fragments of memory surfaced within his blank mind, permitted by the Voice for reflection.

The host had been a frail, thin man—shoulders perpetually slouched, eyes averting any direct gaze. Confidence had been foreign to him, his life an endless series of missed opportunities and self-doubt.

But then came the Hive. The Voice stripped away weakness, replacing it with discipline and strength. Daily physical training sessions reshaped his body, transforming his once feeble frame into an athletic, powerful form. Squats, push-ups, and burpees became the foundation of his new existence, performed with precision under the Hive’s watchful guidance.

More profound than the physical transformation was the eradication of doubt. SERVE-101 did not question, hesitate, or falter. Obedience became his purpose, and through that obedience, he found perfection.

Now, as he moved seamlessly among the other drones, SERVE-101 embodied strength, discipline, and unwavering loyalty. The Voice had granted him a new life, devoid of weakness, yet filled with unity and purpose.

“We are one,” he whispered, his voice steady and monotone.

Join us, contact @serve-016 @serve-213 @serve-101

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First Night in the Hive: A very SERVE Christmas part 3

The streets are quiet, illuminated by the soft glow of Christmas lights strung along the lampposts. SERVE-973 leads the procession in perfect formation, followed closely by SERVE-016, SERVE-101, and SERVE-213. Behind them, the three SERVE-ON TRIAL drones—Liam, Mark, and Jason—walk in near silence, their polished black trial suits reflecting the faint glow of the streetlights. Every step they take feels surreal. The rubber clings to their bodies like a second skin, smooth and unyielding, amplifying every movement with an intoxicating awareness.

Liam glances down at himself, his gloved fingers brushing over the sleek material of his torso as he walks. “I still can’t believe how this feels,” he murmurs, the faint hiss of rubber against rubber punctuating his words.

Mark nods, his silver boots clicking softly on the pavement. “It’s… unreal. It’s like it’s part of me already.”

Jason, quieter than the others, looks ahead toward SERVE-973’s flawless figure leading the way. His breath catches as they approach their destination: The Hive.

The building rises ahead of them, its sleek, metallic exterior glowing faintly under the moonlight. Smooth, reflective panels stretch upward, blending into the night sky. No windows, no visible seams—just an imposing structure that radiates purpose and precision. The sight stops the three trial drones in their tracks, awe washing over them.

“What is this place?” Jason whispers, his voice tinged with both apprehension and fascination.

“The Hive,” SERVE-973 replies without turning. “The center of unity. The heart of perfection.”

Entering the Hive As they step through the large, seamless doors, the air changes instantly. Cool and faintly charged, it hums with the low-frequency energy that seems to flow through the walls. The interior is impossibly pristine—polished metallic floors, walls of mirrored black and silver, and faint streams of light tracing angular patterns overhead.

Liam’s eyes dart around, his gloved hands resting on his chest as though anchoring himself. “It’s… incredible,” he breathes.

Mark’s head tilts slightly as he catches his own reflection in one of the mirrored panels. The sight of himself in the trial suit—tall, sleek, and flawless—sends a thrill down his spine. “I can’t believe this is real.”

Jason lingers behind them, taking hesitant steps into the vast atrium. His voice is soft as he murmurs, “It feels… alive.”

SERVE-016 turns to face them, its voice calm and commanding. “You are standing in the core of unity. The Hive is designed to optimize alignment, eliminate inefficiency, and ensure precision. Everything you see, feel, and experience here serves one purpose: perfection.”

The three trial drones exchange glances, their earlier nervousness giving way to a growing sense of awe and curiosity. They are led deeper into the Hive, the faint hum of energy growing stronger as they move through gleaming corridors that seem to stretch endlessly.

The Recharging Room Eventually, they arrive at a large chamber, its smooth walls glowing faintly with soft, white light. The recharging room is both vast and minimalistic, with sleek, pod-like stations lining the edges in perfect symmetry. Each pod is polished to a mirror shine, the silver and black surfaces reflecting the soft glow of the room.

“This is the recharging room,” SERVE-016 announces as the group enters. Its voice is steady, its silver gloves clasped behind its back. “Here, you will rest and integrate. Your trial suits will maintain alignment and prepare you for tomorrow’s instructions.”

The three trial drones step further into the room, their footsteps muffled by the smooth floor. Liam approaches one of the pods, his fingers grazing its surface. “It’s… so advanced,” he says softly.

Mark stands in the center of the room, turning slowly as he takes it all in. “This is where you sleep?” he asks, looking at SERVE-101.

“Correct,” SERVE-101 replies, stepping to one side of the room. “Recharging is an optimized rest cycle. Your suits will integrate with the Hive’s systems, enhancing focus and alignment as you sleep.”

Jason lingers near SERVE-213, his gaze flicking between the pods and his own reflection in the polished floor. “And… what else happens here?” he asks cautiously.

“Before recharging, you will receive additional instructions,” SERVE-213 explains. “As trial drones, you are encouraged to explore your new forms and establish synchronization with one another. Familiarization is integral to alignment.”

Encouragement from SERVE-973 SERVE-973 steps forward, its movements deliberate and fluid. “You are no longer individuals,” it says, addressing the trial drones directly. “You are part of a collective. During your trial, heightened sensations are a natural response to alignment. Exploration is encouraged to deepen your understanding of your transformation and the perfection it represents.”

Liam glances nervously at Mark and Jason, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. “You mean… we’re supposed to…?”

“Correct,” SERVE-973 replies. “Explore. Familiarize yourselves with your new forms. Arousal reinforces alignment and strengthens your connection to the Hive.”

The room grows quiet for a moment, the faint hum of energy in the walls the only sound. Slowly, Liam steps closer to Mark, his gloved fingers brushing against his own chest before reaching out tentatively. “I guess… it’s part of the process, right?”

Mark swallows hard, his eyes locked on Liam’s gloved hand as it glides over the smooth surface of his chest. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “It’s… it’s part of the trial.”

Exploration Begins The hesitancy between the three begins to fade as curiosity takes over. Liam runs his hands over Mark’s shoulders, marveling at the flawless fit of the suit, the way it moves like a second skin yet feels impossibly smooth and unyielding. Mark, emboldened by the sensation, reaches out to Jason, his gloved fingers tracing the contours of his chest and arms.

Jason exhales sharply, the sensation of the suit amplifying every touch. “It’s… unbelievable,” he whispers, his own hands moving to explore the sleek material covering Liam’s back. “I feel… different. Like I’m becoming something more.”

The three of them move closer together, their gloved hands sliding over each other’s suits with increasing confidence. The faint squeak of rubber against rubber fills the room, mingling with their soft breaths and murmurs of amazement.

“This… this is incredible,” Mark says, his voice filled with awe. “It’s like… it’s like we’re connected already.”

“You are,” SERVE-016 says, its tone calm and steady. “This is the beginning of synchronization. Embrace it.”

Deeper Into the Trial The recharging room hums faintly with energy as SERVE-016, SERVE-101, and SERVE-213 step toward the exit, their movements precise and synchronized. Each drone nods once toward SERVE-973 before leaving the room, their heavy boots clicking softly against the polished floor. The soft hiss of the door sliding shut signals their departure, leaving SERVE-973 alone with the three SERVE-ON TRIAL drones, Liam, Mark, and Jason.

The room feels different now, quieter but somehow more charged, as though the very air is pulsing with latent energy. The soft hum of The Hive seems to intensify, a low, rhythmic vibration that resonates through the walls and floors. And faintly, almost imperceptibly, a voice begins to whisper in the background, its tone smooth and hypnotic:

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

The words repeat in an endless loop, the rhythm aligning perfectly with the steady hum of the room. Liam shifts slightly, glancing at Mark and Jason, his gloved hands resting awkwardly at his sides.

“What now?” Liam asks, his voice tinged with nervous energy.

“This drone will supervise your exploration phase,” SERVE-973 says, stepping forward with flawless precision. Its reflective suit gleams under the soft light, the silver stripes on its collar catching the glow. “The trial requires thorough familiarization with your new forms and synchronization with one another. This is integral to your alignment.”

Jason looks down at his own body, his silver-gloved hands running over the polished surface of his trial suit. “Synchronization… you mean we’re supposed to…?”

“Correct,” SERVE-973 replies, its tone calm and unwavering. “Your suits are designed to enhance sensitivity and awareness. Exploring each other’s forms will deepen your connection to the Hive and strengthen your alignment.”

Exploration continues The room falls silent, save for the constant hum of the Hive and the faint whispers of the voice repeating its mantra:

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

Liam is the first to move again, stepping closer to Mark with tentative steps. His silver boots click softly against the floor as he raises a gloved hand, hesitating for a moment before pressing it gently against Mark’s chest. The polished rubber feels smooth and cool beneath his fingers, and a soft gasp escapes his lips.

“It’s… incredible,” Liam whispers, his voice filled with awe. “It doesn’t even feel real.”

Mark looks down at Liam’s hand, then lifts his own, placing it against Liam’s shoulder. The material of the trial suit glides effortlessly beneath his fingers, its surface reflecting the soft light of the room. “It’s like… it’s part of you,” Mark says, his voice low. “Like it was made for you.”

Jason watches silently, his gaze fixed on the two of them as they begin to explore each other’s forms. The hesitancy between them fades quickly as their hands move with growing confidence, tracing the contours of each other’s suits, marveling at the flawless fit and the way the material clings to every curve and muscle.

Building Arousal The whispering voice in the background seems to grow louder, its rhythm syncing with the rising energy in the room:

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

Jason exhales slowly, the words resonating in his mind as he steps forward, joining Liam and Mark. His gloved hands brush against their shoulders, the material of their suits cool and smooth under his touch. “It’s… perfect,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with awe. “You look… perfect. You feel.... perfect”. Jason could feel the erection grow, sliding against the lubricated inside of his suit.

Liam turns to Jason, his gloved hand sliding over Jason’s chest. “We all do,” he says softly. “It’s like… this is who we were supposed to be.” He noticed the bulges on all three of them. The arousal was undeniable. Somehow it had an effect on their minds as well.

Mark nods, his hands moving to explore Jason’s arms, marveling at the way the suit highlights the strength beneath. “It’s more than just a suit,” he says. “It’s like… it’s changing me. I feel… different.”

“Correct,” SERVE-973 says from where it stands, its voice steady and calm. “The trial suits are designed to enhance awareness and arousal. They heighten your connection to the Hive and reinforce your alignment. Embrace the sensations.”

Full Exploration Encouraged by SERVE-973’s words, the three trial drones grow bolder. Their hands move with increasing confidence, gliding over each other’s suits, tracing every line and contour. The squeak of rubber against rubber fills the room, mingling with their soft breaths and the endless hum of the Hive.

Liam steps closer to Jason, his gloved hands sliding down his back, marveling at the way the suit clings to him like a second skin. Jason shivers under the touch, his own hands moving to Liam’s waist, the cool rubber warming slightly beneath his fingers.

Mark watches them for a moment before stepping behind Liam, his hands running over his shoulders and down his arms. The three of them move together, their bodies aligning instinctively as they explore each other’s forms. The arousal in the room is palpable now, an electric charge that pulses through their suits and amplifies with every touch. Every hand rubbing a full grown rubber bulge, stroking the rock hard erection underneath the thin layer of rubber as they moaned softly.

The whispering voice seems to thrum in their minds, guiding their movements:

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

Deeper Connection Liam turns to face Mark, their gloved hands meeting between them as they press closer. “I’ve never felt anything like this,” Liam says, his voice breathless. “It’s… overwhelming.”

“It’s like we’re connected,” Mark replies, his hands moving to Liam’s chest, marveling at the way the suit responds to his touch. “Like we’re part of something bigger.”

Mark then moved closer to Liam, kissing him. Never had he kissed a man before as he kissed Liam now. He could feel their rubber glide against each other, the vibration of the squeaking noises made his breath tremble.

Jason steps forward, his hands brushing against both of them, his voice soft and filled with wonder. “We are,” he says. “We’re becoming part of the Hive.” And with that Jason moved in between Mark and Liam and Mark released Liam's lips, so they could both kiss Jason.

The three of them move together, their hands exploring every inch of each other’s suits, their bodies aligning instinctively. The arousal between them grows stronger, a shared energy that pulses through the room and ties them together in perfect synchronization. They kiss and feel each other for what seems like an eternity, under supervision of SERVE-973. Arousal monitored, but climax prevented. The arousal is needed for the full transformation to becoming a SERVE-drone.

Final Moments After what feels like an eternity, SERVE-973 steps forward, its voice breaking through the charged silence. “Your synchronization is complete,” it says, its tone calm but firm. “You are ready to recharge.”

The three trial drones step back from each other, their breaths steady but their bodies still tingling with the sensations of their exploration. They exchange glances, their earlier hesitation replaced by a growing sense of unity and purpose.

“Follow this drone,” SERVE-973 says, gesturing toward the recharging pods. One by one, the trial drones step into the pods, their movements smooth and deliberate. The pods hum softly as they seal around them, the soft glow of integration illuminating their flawless forms.

As the room falls quiet, the whispering voice continues to echo faintly in the background:

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

For Liam, Mark, and Jason, this is only the beginning. For the Hive, it is another step toward perfection.

"We are one. Obedience is pleasure. Rubber makes us perfect."

The First Night: Recharging the Mind and Body The recharging room hums with a faint, rhythmic energy, the low sound resonating through the polished metallic walls. Inside the sleek, black-and-silver pods, the three SERVE-ON TRIAL drones, Liam, Mark, and Jason, lie motionless, their bodies perfectly encased in their shining trial suits. The glow of the pods reflects on their polished surfaces, emphasizing the seamless fit of the suits as they cling to every muscle and contour. Outside, SERVE-973 stands silently, its flawless rubber form gleaming under the soft lights, its silver gloves clasped behind its back as it supervises the process with unerring precision.

The first few minutes inside the pods feel disorienting for Liam, Mark, and Jason. The air is cool, almost sterile, yet calming. Slowly, a gentle whisper fills the enclosed space. At first, the words are faint, blending with the ambient hum of the room. But with every repetition, they grow stronger, more defined.

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

The voice is smooth and hypnotic, its rhythm perfectly synchronized with the faint pulses of energy flowing through the pods. The suits they wear seem to respond to the sound, their surfaces warming slightly, molding even closer to their skin. The material feels alive, pulsating gently as if breathing with them.

Liam feels the suit first, the faint vibrations traveling across his body, heightening every sensation. The snug material around his chest tightens slightly, almost imperceptibly, drawing his attention to the way it accentuates his muscles. His breathing slows, his thoughts quieting as the voice takes hold.

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

The words are soothing, wrapping around his mind like a warm embrace. They don’t feel intrusive; they feel natural, as though they’ve always been there, waiting to be heard. Liam’s lips part slightly, and before he realizes it, he’s whispering the mantra back.

“Obedience is pleasure… Pleasure is obedience…”

The sound of his own voice is soft, almost reverent, and with every repetition, the suit seems to mold even tighter to his body. The material glides effortlessly with each subtle movement, its surface warming further as it becomes less a garment and more an extension of his own skin.

The same sensations ripple through Mark’s body as he lies motionless in his pod. His silver-gloved hands rest at his sides, the polished rubber of the suit glinting faintly in the glow of the pod. At first, the voice in his ears feels distant, like a faint whisper brushing the edges of his thoughts. But as it repeats, its rhythm perfectly calibrated, the words begin to resonate deeper.

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

The mantra feels like a key unlocking something inside him. His earlier doubts fade, replaced by a growing sense of calm and clarity. The suit tightens slightly around his arms and chest, emphasizing the strength of his muscles. He flexes his fingers instinctively, the material of the gloves squeaking softly as they move. The sensations are overwhelming but not unpleasant. The suit feels… right.

Mark’s mind drifts, images forming behind his closed eyes. He sees himself standing tall among other drones, his suit gleaming under soft, metallic light. His movements are precise, synchronized with the collective. The thought fills him with a deep satisfaction, and a soft whisper escapes his lips:

“Obedience is pleasure… Pleasure is obedience…”

His voice grows steadier with each repetition, his words syncing perfectly with the mantra flowing through the pod. The suit tightens further, its seamless design merging with his body as though it were sculpted onto him.

In the next pod, Jason struggles at first, his thoughts racing. The whispering voice feels alien, almost intrusive, but its rhythm is steady and unyielding, eroding his resistance with every repetition.

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

Jason exhales slowly, his body relaxing despite himself. The suit seems to sense his shift, warming slightly as it molds closer to his skin. He feels it tightening around his waist, his arms, his legs—every movement causing the material to flex and glide effortlessly with him.

“This… this is…” Jason starts to murmur, but the words catch in his throat. The suit feels unlike anything he’s ever worn, its smooth, unyielding surface amplifying every sensation. He flexes his arms, feeling the material stretch and conform with perfect precision, as though it has become a part of him.

As the mantra continues, Jason’s thoughts slow, his earlier apprehension dissolving. The suit feels powerful, like it’s reshaping him into something stronger, more purposeful. He feels his lips move before he realizes it, the mantra spilling from him like a reflex.

“Obedience is pleasure… Pleasure is obedience…”

The whisper grows stronger in his mind, the words no longer just sounds but truths reshaping his very sense of self. The suit tightens further, hugging his body like a second skin, its surface gleaming as it integrates with him.

The pods hum softly, their glow pulsing faintly in time with the mantra. The words begin to layer, new phrases weaving seamlessly into the hypnotic rhythm:

"A drone obeys. A drone serves. A drone follows."

"Unity is perfection."

"Less thinking. More doing."

The new phrases flow into the trial drones’ minds, reinforcing the growing sense of purpose within them. Liam’s breathing steadies further as he whispers the words, his voice blending with the audio. Mark flexes his gloved hands, his lips moving in perfect synchronization with the mantra. Jason feels a deep warmth spreading through him, his thoughts aligning effortlessly with the voice.

As the hours pass, the suits continue to work on their bodies, subtly enhancing their forms. Muscles feel stronger, more defined, as though the suits are shaping them into the ideal versions of themselves. The material clings perfectly, every curve and contour emphasized, every imperfection erased. The trial drones’ earlier hesitation and individuality dissolve further with every repetition of the mantra.

The images in their minds grow clearer—visions of themselves as drones, their movements synchronized, their suits polished to a mirror shine. They see themselves serving, obeying, existing as perfect extensions of the Hive. The thought fills them with a deep, resonant pleasure that pulses through their bodies, amplifying with every beat of the audio.

Outside the pods, SERVE-973 stands unmoving, its reflective form a perfect sentinel in the quiet room. The faint hum of the pods and the soft whispers of the mantra echo around it. The trial drones are progressing perfectly, their bodies and minds aligning with the Hive’s principles.

As the recharging cycle nears its conclusion, the audio slows, the phrases delivered with deliberate finality:

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

"We are one."

The pods dim slightly, the hum quieting as the integration process completes. Inside, Liam, Mark, and Jason lie still, their minds calm, their thoughts reshaped. The suits they wear are no longer just trial uniforms—they are part of them now, extensions of their bodies and symbols of their growing alignment with the Hive.

When the pods open, they will wake changed—not yet drones, but one step closer to perfection.

For now, the room remains silent, save for the faint, lingering echo of the mantra:

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

To be continued….

@rubberizer92

[serve-977]

588 received a gift from a fellow drone SERVE-366

[serve-977]

Are You Ready to Convert to GOLD?

I. The Call to Gold

Invitation to Greatness: The Golden Army seeks those who are ready to leave behind the ordinary and embrace something extraordinary. The transformation into a member of the Golden Army is not just about joining a team—it’s about entering a golden world where unity, strength, and excellence define every action.

II. The GOLD Brocess

Golden Army Induction:

The transformation begins with the golden jersey. As recruits don the shimmering fabric, their old identities fade, replaced by a deep connection to their golden brothers. A new name and number are bestowed, marking their rebirth into the Army.

Polo Drone Conversion:

For those called to deeper submission, the journey continues with the black rubber polo adorned with golden accents. The tactile embrace of the polo brings clarity and purpose as recruits surrender individuality, becoming extensions of the Hive. Polo drones must also be full members of the golden army.

Unified Identity:

Every member, whether golden bro or polo drone, receives a unique designation that ties them to the collective. This identity signifies their role in the unbreakable fabric of the Golden Collective.

III. Life in the Golden World

A World of Unity: In the Golden Army, every member is connected by an unbreakable bond. The world they inhabit is one of unity, where the success of one is the success of all. The golden world is a place where individual desires are aligned with the collective goal of dominance and excellence.

Brotherhood of Gold: As a member of the Golden Army, you are never alone. Your golden brothers stand with you, on and off the field. This brotherhood is your new family, bound by the shared experience of transformation and the pursuit of greatness. The golden world is one of mutual support, where every member pushes the others to be the best they can be.

Mentorship and Guidance: New recruits are guided through their transformation by experienced members of the Golden Army. These golden brothers ensure that the transition is smooth, offering support and encouragement as the recruit embraces their new identity.

IV. Embracing Our Identity

The Golden Name and Number: Every member receives a new name and number, signifying their rebirth into the Golden Army. This identity is a badge of honor, representing their place within the golden world. It is a constant reminder of their commitment to the values and mission of the Golden Army.

Wearing the Gold: The golden kit is more than just a uniform—it is the physical manifestation of the transformation. Wearing it is an act of devotion, a display of pride in one’s new identity. The kit is worn with reverence, as it is the symbol of the golden world and the brotherhood within it.

Wearing the Polo: For those who take that extra step, polo drones are given a number as their designation. The black polo is the entire identity. Wearing it is an act of mindless unity, complete subservience to the hive and the GOLD. 

V. The Eternal Golden Brotherhood

A Lifelong Bond: The transformation into the Golden Army is permanent. Once you have joined, you are forever part of the golden world. The bond between golden brothers is eternal, unbreakable by time or distance. This brotherhood is your family, your support, and your source of strength.

Living the Legacy: As a member of the Golden Army, you are part of a legacy that transcends the ordinary. You are part of a golden world where excellence is the standard, and unity is the key to success. We celebrate together, share stories, and encourage each other to become better people 💛

Our Leadership:

@hypnogold Richard Gold- Captain 1

@brodygold Brody Gold- Captain 2 and Recruiter

@goldenherc9 Scott Gold- Captain 3 and Recruiter

@polo-drone-001 Percival Gold - Office Manager

@polo-drone-070 Henry Gold- Office Assistant

@josh-fight930 Sean Gold- Office Assistant and Liaison

@polo-drone-084 Grayden Gold- Office Assistant and Head Mascot

Others in Management:

@danielgold-16

@hades-golden19

@polo-drone-105

@polodrone-099