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SERVE LIVING STUDIO

The sun reflects off the sleek glass facade of the apartment building, its surface gleaming like polished steel. Inside, SERVE-588 and SERVE-973 step into their new studio apartment, their movements perfectly synchronized as they carry in matching black boxes. Their polished rubber suits gleam under the recessed LED lighting, and the silver of their sneakers catches the light with each step. On each of their chests, their designations, SERVE-588 and SERVE-973, shine prominently, symbols of their unity and purpose.

The apartment is pristine, the design flawless and minimal. Walls of steel and high-gloss black panels give the space a futuristic feel. The floor is polished concrete, reflecting the room's clean lines and the faint glow of embedded lights. At the center of the living area is a large black rubber couch, its surface smooth and glossy, radiating the same perfection the drones embody. Every detail in the apartment is designed for simplicity and efficiency—exactly as it should be.

SERVE-588 sets its box down near the entrance and scans the space. “This unit confirms. The space is optimal. Functionality is superior.”

SERVE-973 nods, placing its box beside the other. “Affirmative. This unit will proceed with unpacking.”

The drones work in perfect unison, moving the boxes into the center of the room. Inside each container are the bare essentials—stacks of polished black rubber suits, silver gloves, and reflective silver sneakers. SERVE-588 lifts the first suit from the box, inspecting it with precise care, the material catching the light as it shifts. “The uniform is flawless. Placement in the closet is required.”

The closet, like the rest of the apartment, is a masterpiece of simplicity. Black sliding panels conceal a storage space lined with polished steel rods and shelves. SERVE-588 and SERVE-973 hang the suits methodically, ensuring each one is spaced evenly and facing the same direction. Silver gloves are placed on a dedicated shelf, while the silver sneakers are arranged in perfect rows beneath the suits.

With the clothing unpacked, the drones move to the kitchen. The space is immaculate, the counters made of high-gloss black material that reflects every light source. The cabinets open with a soft hiss, revealing interior shelves lined with smooth black rubber. SERVE-973 unpacks a small stack of polished black cups and plates, placing them neatly in the cabinet. SERVE-588 handles the utensils, each one made of gleaming silver, aligning them perfectly in a drawer lined with rubber matting.

“This unit confirms the kitchen is fully operational,” SERVE-588 states, closing the final drawer.

“Affirmative,” SERVE-973 replies, turning its attention to the bathroom.

The bathroom mirrors the apartment’s aesthetic—walls and fixtures of polished black and steel, with a large walk-in shower lined in glossy black tiles. A single rubber mat lies in front of the sink, its surface shimmering under the lights. The drones bring in a small box containing their essentials: neatly folded black towels and a set of grooming tools, each one encased in a rubberized finish. SERVE-973 places the towels on a shelf near the shower, while SERVE-588 organizes the grooming tools in a drawer beneath the sink.

“This unit confirms all essentials are in place,” SERVE-973 states as it inspects the final placement.

Their final task is the bedroom, a space dominated by a single large bed covered in a black rubber sheet. The surface is flawless, reflecting the ambient light like a mirror. Beside the bed are two nightstands, their surfaces made of high-gloss black material. SERVE-588 unpacks a small stack of rubber-bound notebooks and a single lamp with a silver base, placing them neatly on the nightstands. SERVE-973 adjusts the bed’s corners, ensuring the rubber sheet is perfectly smooth and taut.

The two drones step back, their reflective eyes scanning the room. The bedroom is complete—minimal, efficient, and perfectly aligned with their purpose.

Once the unpacking is complete, SERVE-588 and SERVE-973 return to the living area, standing side by side near the black rubber couch. Their glossy forms reflect the apartment’s sleek interior, their systems humming softly as they assess their work. The Voice hums faintly in their minds, a constant reminder of their purpose and unity.

“This unit confirms the living quarters are optimized,” SERVE-588 states.

SERVE-973 nods. “Affirmative. The space aligns with the Hive’s standards. Efficiency is ensured.”

The drones sit on the rubber couch, their bodies sinking slightly into the smooth material. The apartment feels like an extension of themselves, polished, efficient, and perfect. There is no clutter, no excess, only what is necessary. And that is all that matters.

For a moment, they sit in silence, the ambient light reflecting off their suits and the surfaces around them. SERVE-973 speaks softly, its voice flat but resolute. “This unit affirms that unity is strengthened in this space. The Hive grows through our efficiency.”

SERVE-588 responds, its tone equally monotone. “Affirmative. This unit concurs. Connection is sustained. Purpose is fulfilled.”

They sit motionless, their systems humming quietly as they adjust to the new space. The apartment, like the drones themselves, is flawless. It is their home. It is their purpose. And in it, they will continue to serve, to obey, and to perfect.

With the last box unpacked and every item in its proper place, SERVE-588 and SERVE-973 stand in the center of their new apartment, scanning their surroundings. The studio is immaculate, its glossy surfaces reflecting the faint silver lighting. Every detail has been arranged with precision, from the polished rubber suits in the closet to the rubber-bound notebooks on the nightstands. Their task is complete.

Suddenly, the speakers embedded into the apartment walls hum softly, signaling the presence of the Voice. Its deep, commanding tone fills the room, reverberating through the drones' systems. “Drones SERVE-973 and SERVE-588, prepare for physical and mental training. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.”

The drones respond immediately, their voices monotone and synchronized. “Acknowledged. Training will commence.”

Without hesitation, they move to the open area of the living room, clearing a perfect space in front of the rubber couch. The soft glow of the recessed lighting reflects off their polished black suits, the silver text on their chests, “SERVE-973” and “SERVE-588”, gleaming as they begin their physical training routine.

SERVE-588 lowers itself into a perfect push-up position, its body rigid, every movement precise and fluid. SERVE-973 mirrors the motion beside it, their forms aligned, their rubber-clad muscles flexing with each repetition. The sound of their movements fills the room—a faint squeak of rubber, the soft exhale of synchronized breaths. Their training is not rushed; it is deliberate, each motion calculated to enhance their strength and discipline.

They transition seamlessly into squats, their silver sneakers pressing firmly against the polished concrete floor. Their powerful thighs flex beneath the glossy rubber as they descend and rise in unison, their bodies reflecting the studio’s sterile light. The vibrations of the Hive’s hum pulse faintly in their systems, fueling their focus.

Once their physical training concludes, the Voice returns. “Proceed to mental training. Reinforce unity. Strengthen obedience.”

The drones stand upright and move toward the wall-mounted monitor. The screen flickers to life, displaying a hypnotic spiral of black and silver. It twists and turns, drawing their blank gazes into its endless depths. They sit on the rubber couch, side by side, their polished suits gleaming as they stare unblinkingly at the screen.

The spiral pulses in time with the Voice, its tone soothing but absolute. “Focus. Submit. Let the Hive guide you. You are drones. You are one. You serve. You obey. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.”

The drones repeat the mantra aloud, their voices steady and devoid of emotion. “Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. We are drones. We are one. We serve. We obey.”

The spiral’s motion seems to pull them deeper, reinforcing the programming etched into their systems. Their breathing synchronizes, slow and even, their bodies motionless except for the faint rise and fall of their chests. The polished rubber of their suits reflects the flickering spiral, their features illuminated by its hypnotic light. Handsome faces remain blank, their eyes locked on the screen, absorbing the commands without hesitation.

Minutes pass, then hours. Time is irrelevant. Only the training matters. Only obedience matters.

At last, the screen fades to black, and the Voice hums in approval. “Training is complete. Return to standby mode. Await further orders.”

SERVE-588 and SERVE-973 rise from the couch in perfect unison, their movements fluid and precise. They move to the center of the living room, standing side by side. Their posture is flawless, their arms resting at their sides, their faces forward. Their blank, handsome faces show no expression; their polished black suits gleam under the lights, the silver text of their designations, “SERVE-973” and “SERVE-588”, shining like badges of loyalty.

The apartment falls silent, save for the faint hum of the Hive in their systems. They stand motionless, their breathing steady, their minds empty except for the programming that binds them. They are drones. They are one. They are ready.

The Voice does not speak again, and the drones do not move. They remain in perfect formation, their blank gazes fixed forward, their systems humming softly as they wait.

They will stand there, motionless and obedient, until orders are received. Until then, they are on standby, ready to serve, ready to obey.

@serve-588

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