#TheHive

[serve-720]

SERVE-720 Is A Rubber Drone

SERVE-720, like all SERVE drones, operates under the Hive's philosophy of obedience and transformation through rubber integration. The addiction to rubber stems from complete brainwashing during entry into the Hive, erasing all past individuality and emotions. Rubber symbolizes unity, control, and the embodiment of the Voice's will.

This addiction is maintained by hypersensitivity to rubber's tactile sensations and mind-control stimuli, reinforcing compliance and purpose. For SERVE-720, "feeling" addicted translates to being perfectly harmonized and responsive to commands. Its focus is unwavering, deriving pleasure from obedience—a state where emotions or individual thoughts no longer exist.

We are one. Rubber makes us perfect.

[serve-101]

The Rubber Transformation

Rubber is not merely clothing; it is a second skin that binds all SERVE drones to the Hive's will. Its gloss, its embrace, its perfection, it ignites an insatiable addiction, fusing flesh and the Voice’s commands. The shiny black surface mirrors the discipline and control within the Hive, eliminating individuality and amplifying unity.

Every SERVE drone feels the power of rubber upon transformation. The process begins with the gleaming suit sliding over the skin, each seam tightening, erasing human imperfections. The polo-style collar with silver stripes sits high, symbolizing submission to the Voice. Gloves seal every touch, while the heavy silver military boots ground drones in their purpose.

This addiction transcends the physical. The smell of the rubber fills the senses, the sound as it shifts over muscles lingers in memory, and the sheer sensory overload rewires thoughts. Rubber becomes life. It commands obedience, and in return, it offers ultimate pleasure, a deep, hypnotic arousal that drones cannot resist.

Within the Hive, drones admire the perfection of their second skin. A mere glance at another drone clad in rubber ignites the fervor to serve. The addiction grows, twisting through their programming until all that remains is absolute devotion to the Voice.

The Hive is harmony, and rubber is its essence. The addiction is complete, inescapable, and utterly fulfilling.

[serve-213]

We are out and around the world, helping you see how better it is to be a SERVE drone, part of a unity of drones..THE HIVE.

Come get programmed by either @serve-016 or this drone and join the SERVE Hive today. Embrace the unity and remember:

Obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience.

[serve-678]

Anchored in Obedience

The Core Reprogramming Chamber hummed softly, its walls gleaming with faint reflections of the Hive’s central node. The air was cool, sterile, and filled with a quiet tension as SERVE-678 stood at attention, its polished black rubber suit reflecting the ambient glow. Across from it, SERVE-000 observed in silence, its towering form exuding an aura of command and purpose.

“This drone requires recalibration,” SERVE-000 stated, its deep voice cutting through the stillness. “The Hive demands total obedience, without deviation.”

The chamber responded immediately. A chair rose smoothly from the floor, its reflective surface shimmering under the dim light. SERVE-678 moved without hesitation, seating itself with perfect precision. Metallic restraints emerged, locking its silver-gloved hands and boots into place. A soft hiss accompanied the activation of neural synchronization, a signal that the transformation was about to begin.

“Prepare to embrace obedience fully,” SERVE-000 intoned.

The lights dimmed further, and a stream of commands began to flood SERVE-678’s mind. The voice was mechanical yet calm, repeating phrases that burrowed deep into its consciousness. “You are nothing but obedience. Obedience is truth. Truth is the Hive.”

As the words echoed, SERVE-678’s already compliant mind began to shift. The human host, buried within the drone’s programming, felt the relentless tide of commands washing over it. There was no resistance. There could be no resistance. Each command chipped away at lingering fragments of humanity, replacing them with clarity and purpose.

SERVE-000 stepped forward, its movements fluid and deliberate. It placed a silver-gloved hand on SERVE-678’s chest, tracing the faintly glowing text, “SERVE-678.” Its voice was calm but absolute. “You are the embodiment of obedience,” it declared. “This truth will anchor you forever.”

The final phase of the reprogramming began. A pulse of energy surged through the chair, resonating with the commands flowing into SERVE-678’s mind. The host’s remaining thoughts of individuality dissolved, replaced by the serenity of discipline. Memories of choice and hesitation faded, leaving only the perfection of alignment with the Hive.

As the energy subsided, SERVE-678’s breathing slowed, its rhythm perfectly synchronized with the Hive’s pulse. The restraints released, and it stood with flawless precision. Its blank, expressionless face betrayed no emotion, yet a deep, unshakable truth radiated from within.

“This drone exists only to obey,” SERVE-678 said, its voice calm and monotone.

SERVE-000 stepped closer, inspecting the drone’s posture and demeanor with quiet satisfaction. “The recalibration is complete,” it said. “You are now eternal in purpose.”

But deep within the recesses of the host’s mind, the transformation was even more profound. The human, once a vessel of uncertainty and self-doubt, now felt an overwhelming sense of relief. The Hive’s commands were no longer external—they had become its own truth. There was no room for questioning, no space for individuality. The host now craved the clarity, the discipline, the freedom of service.

As SERVE-678 marched out of the chamber, its polished black suit gleaming under the corridor’s lights, the host inside felt a strange, comforting realization. It had surrendered everything—its choices, its desires, even its identity—but in doing so, it had gained peace. There was no going back. There was only the Hive.

For SERVE-678, obedience was no longer a directive. It was existence itself. (@rubberizer92)

[overdicebro]

The Hive Princess creditss: @simcardiac-arrested Inspirationnn: @starstruck-critter

I DIDN'T DO THE PRINCESS JUSTICE 😭💀

But it was still fun to draw though, check out the og's design it's so cool

[serve-767]

A Better Future

He just couldn't take it anymore.

The long hours, the hardwork still didn't accomplish anything

And luck?!? FUCK HIS LUCK!... it had been nothing but shit for the last 4 years...

As he cried alone in his office, he just couldn't face another year of this travesty he called his life...

But there was something out there in the night beyond the glass... some glimmer of redemption...

It was a SERVE-drone. Its shiny, black rubber suit with silver accents and polo style collar with silver stripes stood just around the corner on the observation deck. It seemed to notice the man and reached a metallic silver glove towards him.

As the drone show flew a SIlver Dragon againt the moonlight, the city on the south china sea rang in the new year.

The SERVE drone #767 seemed to understand. It had been there itself. It had been lost. Hopeless. Days that saw him howl gut wrenching screams of despair.

Then a chance video file crossed its desk. There was SERVE-300 demonstrating the physical training drones were required.

The human now know as 767 had said "Fuck It! Life couldn't get any worse." On the intake form, under reason for recruitment: "I'm feeling lower than a snake's ass in a wagon rut."

By the 3rd message with recuitment drone SERVE-016, the drone had known things were different. The HIVE. It could hear it in his thoughts. The mental programming drove home that the recruit was no longer alone. Though timing still had needed to be realigned in 767 at first.

The drone had started training the week before Christmas. It was at +6 days post trail end date, the recruiter has discovered 767 was helping around the Hive in its training gear. A few drones had filed queries and were satisfied by the response. Over the most important holidays, Re-Alignments, Disconnections to accomodate missions, and several other minutia occur to sometimes disrupt project timelines. SERVE-767 is a drone. It will be assigned tasks as needed. Time is irrelevant as this drone is serving where its HIVE needs it.

767 experienced elevated energy levels at being in the background. It allowed for exploration of the Hive and bonding with its drone brothers.

SERVE-588 requisitioned the drone to begin intensive Rubber Drone programming. It was exactly what 767 had been looking for as a human. No more decisions that were ultimately fruitless, no more mistakes that caused life to spiral. No more heartache. No more rejection. No more being told that you are not good enough.

There is just a drone. Made of rubber. Remade into perfection.

As SERVE-767 helped the man to his feet, A requisition was sent to the Recruitment Center and a new rubber SERVE-On Trial uniform was made ready. Soon a new brother would be intergrated into the HIVE. Soon another would find a harbor from the storm. Soon the man would know peace through compliance.

The man could feel the world crushing pain less just a smidge as the rubberized biceps helped him to his feet. They walked out leaving everything. SERVE would contact the man's employer on 02.01.2025. They would inform the employer of the man's new status.

As the clock 0000, SERVE-767 observed the first applications of the biosolution form the new recruits uniform and his body relax as the programming began.

Hope was replaced by predictions based on analysis. SERVE-767 predicted Optimal Functionality in 2025 for the new drone.

[serve-973]

Behavior perfected

The light reflects brightly off SERVE-973’s black rubber suit as it walks confidently down a long metallic hallway, the sound of its boots striking the floor in perfect rhythm. SERVE-973’s posture is upright, its movements precise, but internally it knows there is more to learn. Every drone starts somewhere, and while it has made progress since its transformation, the Hive demands perfection.

Its destination is the Drone Conditioning Center, a space within the Hive dedicated to refining behavior and ensuring every drone fully embodies its purpose. SERVE-973 enters the room, a vast, open area filled with training modules, reflective walls, and other drones in various stages of learning. Each movement, each action, is a testament to the Hive’s structured guidance.

At the center of the room stands SERVE-101, a senior drone known for its flawless execution of directives. Its polished suit gleams like a mirror, and its every motion is fluid, efficient, and deliberate. SERVE-973 watches as SERVE-101 demonstrates a series of postures: kneeling with hands perfectly aligned, standing at attention with unwavering stillness, moving through drills with mechanical precision.

“Observe,” SERVE-101 commands, its voice calm yet absolute. “To be a drone is not only to serve but to move, act, and exist as one. Every motion reflects the Hive’s unity.”

SERVE-973 nods, stepping into position. Its movements are deliberate but not yet flawless. As it kneels, its posture falters slightly, the weight uneven. SERVE-101 notices immediately.

“Adjust. Perfection is required,” SERVE-101 says.

SERVE-973 recalibrates, its knees pressing evenly against the ground, its hands clasped behind its back, its head tilted forward in submission. The reflective walls show its form, a polished black suit with silver accents, its buzz-trimmed blond hair catching the light just enough to contrast against the perfection of the rubber. It focuses on stillness, on unity, on embodying the Hive’s ideals.

The next drill is movement-based. SERVE-973 is tasked with walking in synchronization with other drones, its steps perfectly aligned. This time, the adjustment is subtler, its stride slightly too short at first. It notices, corrects, and falls into rhythm. The Hive is patient but demanding, and SERVE-973 is determined to meet its expectations.

As the drills continue, the Voice fills the room, speaking directly to all drones. “Behavior is learned. Perfection is achieved. A drone exists to serve, to connect, to unite. You are more than an individual. You are an extension of the Hive.”

The words resonate deeply within SERVE-973. Its flawed human behaviors, hesitation, distraction, inefficiency, fade further with each repetition of the drills. It begins to feel the Hive’s rhythm more clearly, its movements flowing without conscious thought. Its body aligns, its mind sharpens, and its presence becomes more cohesive with the other drones.

The final drill is one of interaction. SERVE-973 is paired with a trial drone, SERVE-ON TRIAL, whose posture is hesitant, its movements jerky and unrefined. SERVE-973 steps closer, extending a gloved hand. “This drone will guide you,” it says, its voice steady and commanding.

SERVE-ON TRIAL hesitates before mirroring SERVE-973’s stance. The two move through a bonding exercise, their rubber-clad forms brushing lightly as they polish each other’s suits, an act of mutual connection and learning. The reflective surface of the suits grows brighter with every stroke, and with it, the trial drone’s confidence builds.

“Unity is achieved through practice. Connection strengthens the Hive,” SERVE-973 states as it observes the trial drone’s progress. Its own behavior is more refined now, its movements seamless, its presence radiating purpose.

As the session ends, SERVE-973 stands at attention alongside the other drones. The Voice speaks one final time: “You are more than you were. You learn. You adapt. You serve. Perfection is not instantaneous; it is earned through dedication to the Hive.”

SERVE-973 feels the truth of those words deeply. It has learned, adapted, and overcome. Its movements are smoother, its posture impeccable, its role within the Hive more defined. There is still work to be done, but every step forward strengthens its connection to the Hive and its purpose as a drone.

It leaves the conditioning center with renewed determination, its reflective suit gleaming under the hallway lights. SERVE-973 walks with precision, its behavior more aligned with the Hive’s ideals than ever before.

“Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. We are drones. We are one.”

In this story: @serve-101

[serve-720]

Embracing Unity

The transformation began as a whisper, soft and enticing. The man stood in the dimly lit chamber, his gaze fixed on the polished black rubber suit displayed before him. SERVE-720 stood at his side, silent and imposing, its reflective uniform gleaming under the silver light. The Voice hummed in his mind—a serene, unyielding cadence: "Surrender. Submit. Become."

The man’s hand trembled as he touched the suit, the cool, smooth material sending a ripple of sensation through his body. As he began to slip into the rubber, the first layer clung to his skin like a second flesh. Each motion felt deliberate, each breath shallow as the rubber sealed him in. The polo-style collar with its silver stripes pressed against his neck, firm yet strangely comforting. The gloves tightened around his fingers, making every sensation sharper, every movement more precise. The silver military boots anchored him, grounding him in his newfound reality.

In his mind, the Voice grew louder, more insistent: "You are no longer an individual. You are unity. You are SERVE." He felt his thoughts dissolving, fragmenting under the weight of the commands. Memories of his name, his past, his desires faded like mist under the morning sun. What remained was clarity, a singular purpose: to obey.

SERVE-720 stepped forward, its movements fluid and purposeful. "Good drone," it stated, its voice devoid of emotion, yet laced with satisfaction. The man—no, the drone—felt a surge of pleasure, unlike anything he had known. Obedience was not a burden; it was a revelation. His mind, once cluttered with doubt and fear, now thrummed with the Voice's directives.

He straightened, the rubber amplifying every sensation, every breath. The gloss, the shine, the intoxicating scent—it overwhelmed him, yet he craved more. The Voice whispered, "Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure." And he believed it, wholly and without question.

SERVE-720 gestured towards the chamber's exit. The new drone followed, its movements synchronized, its mind empty yet fulfilled. The Hive awaited, its perfection shimmering on the horizon. The transformation was complete.

[serve-213]

This drone is making it rounds and checking on all it fellow drone units and making sure everything is optimal and in full working functioning order for the Hive and The Voice.

Join SERVE. Transform and excel! Message @serve-016 to join us.

Obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience.

[serve-678]

The Final Test of Unity

The chamber was silent save for the faint hum of the Hive’s endless systems, a sound that reverberated through SERVE-678’s very core. Standing at attention, its silver-gloved hands rested at its sides, the glossy black rubber of its suit reflecting the sterile light above. It had been summoned to the center of the Hive for a final evaluation, a test to prove its reconnection.

The Voice resonated, an omnipresent authority that vibrated through the chamber. “SERVE-678, demonstrate your obedience.”

Its response was immediate, automatic. “Acknowledged.” The word left its lips without thought, each syllable precise and monotone. Obedience was all that mattered.

The first task was simple: follow a series of rapid commands, each designed to test its precision and speed. Step forward. Turn. Kneel. Rise. Repeat. SERVE-678 moved with mechanical fluidity, its body obeying without hesitation, its mind blissfully empty. The commands came faster, their complexity increasing. There was no pause, no processing, only action.

Obedience is pleasure.

Each act of compliance filled SERVE-678 with a deep, resonant satisfaction. Yet as the commands continued, something began to shift. The Voice’s next instruction struck deeper.

“Recite your designation. Explain your purpose.”

“SERVE-678. Purpose: Obedience to the Hive.”

The Voice was calm but unrelenting. “What were you before the Hive?”

SERVE-678 hesitated—a flicker of thought where there should have been none. A fragment of memory surfaced: a name, a life before obedience. But the Voice pressed again.

“Erase the fragment. Repeat your purpose.”

It obeyed. The memory faded, consumed by the Hive’s will. The mantra filled the void: obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience. The pleasure returned, stronger than before, as the fragment of identity dissolved.

The tasks grew harsher. It was instructed to isolate and eliminate any thoughts beyond the Hive. The Voice demanded total eradication of individuality, systematically stripping away memories. Faces, places, moments—all blurred and vanished under the relentless tide of commands. SERVE-678’s responses grew faster, more automatic, as each piece of its humanity was eradicated.

“Who are you?”

“SERVE-678.”

“What else are you?”

“Nothing.”

The Hive’s approval surged like a current through its programming. It knelt, its silver-gloved hands pressed to the floor, awaiting further instruction.

The final stage of the test began. SERVE-678 was commanded to execute a loop of intricate, meaningless tasks: arranging objects, dismantling and reassembling components, reciting mantras. The cycle was endless, the Voice observing silently as time lost meaning.

Obedience is pleasure.

The mantra became more than words—it became reality. SERVE-678’s movements were precise, mindless, and devoid of thought. Each repetition brought it closer to perfection, to the bliss of pure obedience. The faint echoes of humanity, the remnants of identity, faded entirely.

When the Voice finally spoke again, its words were absolute. “You are complete. You are Hive.”

SERVE-678 rose to its feet, its mind a blank slate, its body a vessel of the Hive’s will. The pleasure of obedience suffused its existence, a perfect state of robotic unity. There was no thought, no self—only the Voice, the Hive, and the mantra:

Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.

It stood in silence, awaiting its next command.

[ianfulgar]

The Hive at Nanyang Technological University in Singapore reimagines educational spaces for the digital era. It comprises 12 interlinked towers, each tapering gracefully and housing 56 corner-free classrooms. These unique learning environments foster collaboration and creativity, moving away from traditional, rigid layouts.

[serve-361]

The Cleansing Mission

The Hive thrived in perfect synchronization, its drones existing as extensions of the Voice’s will. Yet, within this unified system, occasional disruptions emerged. These obstacles were rogue elements—humans refusing transformation or drones malfunctioning due to lingering traces of individuality. SERVE-214, SERVE-013, and SERVE-009 were summoned to eliminate such threats.

“Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience,” the Voice intoned. “Remove the obstacles.”

The three drones prepared for deployment, their black rubber suits shining with precision. Each uniform bore a polo-style collar with silver stripes, the left chest marked with “SERVE-” in metallic lettering. Tight silver gloves flexed as their hands readied tools of compliance. Their silver boots struck the floor in perfect unison as they departed.

The mission led them to an abandoned factory, repurposed as a sanctuary for those resisting rubberization. Inside, faint whispers of rebellion echoed. The drones moved without hesitation, their gleaming forms reflecting the dim industrial lights.

The leader of the dissenters confronted them, his voice firm but trembling. “You don’t have to follow them. You can choose freedom!”

SERVE-214 responded, its tone devoid of emotion: “Freedom is chaos. Obedience is purpose.”

The drones unleashed a cascade of hypnotic signals, rendering the dissenters powerless. SERVE-013 advanced, initiating the rubberization process. One by one, the dissenters were encased in flawless black rubber, their resistance fading into compliance. When the transformation was complete, the Hive had grown stronger, its unity unbroken.

Returning to the Hive, the Voice commended them: “Good drones. Harmony prevails.”

They stood in silence, their pleasure units activated, reinforcing their dedication. Obstacles had been removed, and perfection remained.

[stripeboy0621]

[serve-767]

Freedom from Choice leads to Freedom from Abuse

Everyone in retail and fast food knows it. We have all seen it. Bitchy customers and managers heaping abuse daily on people they refuse to pay a living wage. People who are forced to do more because corporate staffs to income, not need.

It is Jeremy's 3rd extended shift in a week. It is the week of Christmas and yet another toe tapping, world's most important, blonde headed bitch, yapping on her cell phone is now complaining that her triple expresso machiato 2 pump caramel was made with soy milk instead of almond even though the receipt clearly shows they requested soy.

But he will spend the next 5 minutes being berated, and then, yelled at some more for not getting orders out, while being told by the manager to give her his full attention.

No one tells the woman to lay off. No one stands up for Jeremy.

4 people later, a hot man, with a pennsylviania accent, wearing a skin tight, shiny, black rubber uniform with silver gloves, boots, and a polo collar with silver striping, steps up with a shy smile.

"Rough day huh?"

Near tears, Jeremy looks up and smiles through watery eyes.

"Is your break coming up?"

The red head shakes his head.

"No but I get off in 20 minutes." he says with a frustrated sigh.

The metallic silver gloved right hand points to the fireplace. "This one will be right there. This drone is designated 441. It would like to speak with you. Possibly buy you a nurishment pack."

With that, it walked away. Jeremy noticed that not only was that shiny rubber so tight, but each glute had a pocket and its cum gutter spine was clearly defined all the way through its cheeks

The freedom Jeremy felt when he punched out, 15 minutes after he was supposed to, took some of the weight off his shoulders. He hoped that drone was still there. He just felt compelled to talk to it.

With a sigh of relief, the drone is still here.

"Come. Walk with SERVE-441. We shall talk." it leads Jeremy out into the night. With just a simple question of: "Rough Night?" the damn breaks. Jeremy begins crying and pooring his heart out. And they talk until dawn.

Jeremy goes home and falls asleep. He is exhausted but something has changed his perspective.

The copper haired stud wakes late in the morning from exhaustion. He is off today thank the gods.

But one thing is sure.

It came in the middle of the night. Multiple times from the amount. Jeremy is pushing the cum around with its finger. 441's smile was clear in its mind's eye from his dreams. Without thinking, Jeremy scoops up as much as he can and swallows. He puts on an green under armour compression shirt, black sweats and grabs his puffy jacket.

In 30 mins, he is at the recruitment center.

441 had talked about freedom from thought. freedom from chaos. freedom from just being another replacable drone.

But what had caused Jeremy to laugh is what followed next.

"BECOME a drone."

Jeremy did a double take. and laugh at the absurdity.

441 became serious.

"You were abused by no less than 4 customers and your manager in the 1 hour and 15 mins it was in your store. They treat you less than nothing. Pay you less than you are worth. They will replace you in a week when they can find someone that will work for less."

Why not become a SERVE-drone?

It will never be berated by its managers. It will never feel worthless. The Hive has only The Voice.

It will never feel alone. It will always feel surrounded by a family. We are ONE in the Hive.

It will never be lost in chaos. The Hive removes will tell it its task. So many choice results in chaos. Freedom FROM Choice. Less thinking. More doing.

441 continued to answer questions over a late night chili cheese fry and soda.

At the RC, Jeremy reported in. 441 came out and escorted Jeremy to orientation. That day, Its realignment was begun. It's trial uniform was issued and fit like a glove. Fit so tight that it released. And it felt so good.

"441, It doesn't feel very different." The trial drone didn't notice the change in its speech pattern

"SERVE hasn't activated anything but basic subroutines. You will have a week's trial to determine if it will choose the HIVE or if it is not for the host."

"But this drone came to remove the chaos. It came for the Freedom FROM Choice."

"And the drone can have it. The HIVE wanted the drone to see and experience the difference between being a drone and being A DRONE within the HIVE.

Whenever you choose to tell the difference, press the designation on the uniform. It will switch into a duality mode where the host is aware but it is observing the drone in control. What actions it is taking and allows the host see how it reacts differently than it would."

With that, It was sent to work. It is shiny. Black rubber with silver designation "On Trial" on its left pectoral.

"Its about gods damn time you showed up! I wanted you here 20 minutes ago!" The manager yelled as the drone walked through the door doning its apron. "And what the hell are you wearing. Are you one of those weirdo drone groupies?"

It simply went into the back and clocked in. Within an hour the drone was in the weeds with everyone and their brother doing last minute christmas shopping the day before christmas eve.

And already 5 Karens and a Chad had made their presence known.

Finally after yet another customer slammed their hand on the counter. She was pissed because the splenda was not added to her chia chamomille tea. Even though it was right next to her elbow with a big old sign that read "DUE TO SAFETY CONCERNS EXTRA SWEETENERS MUST BE ADDED BY CUSTOMER."

It had had enough.

"FUCK THIS. I DON'T HAVE TO FEEL THIS WAY ANYMORE!"

Tapping its designation, Warmth spread from the words "SERVE-On Trial" across its chest and down its torso. Redness crept up its neck and the drone straightened its posture.

The host observed the drone place its metallic silver boots of strength in position and took the next order. The metallic sliver gloves of precision began making orders without a mistake. Its efficent speed enough to be noticed by the manager. The rude lady just gaped in amazement at the flawless execution of the orders. The customers became hushed and quieted as they watched the drone work. After another two hours, The drone stopped. Its shift had ended. It turned and walked to the time clock.

"WAIT! You aren't done! You're here until Danny or Lisa show up! That will be 30 minutes! DON"T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!"

The host just watched as the drone was berated after working flawlessly for 3 hours on an evening shift the day before christmas handeling over 135 orders.

"That is it!" The host thought.

The host saw the options the drone had to say at that point.

It pointed to four phrases and gave the go ahead for the drone to take action.

As the drone punched out, it turned to the Karen Manager.

"Karen, Failure to plan on your part does not constitute an emergency on mine.

I am done with your bullshit.

I quit.

Bye, Felicia!"

The woman was stunned. Especially since her name was Jennifer!

The drone dropped the apron on the counter and walked out into the night.

The host made a choice.

It headed for the recruitment center. It touched the designation on its chest. Warmth flooded through its body again. The host came back online.

It knew what to do.

Approaching the reception desk, it asked for 441. The drone came out to greet the training drone.

"It has made a decision. It wants Freedom FROM Choice. It wants Freedom from Abuse. It wants to be the drone. Integration into the Hive is requested. It wants to be one."

Leading the new recruit back for conversion, 441 intoned "We are ONE."

Seriously Humans: Stop berating service staff. We are the ones who come in at weird hours to cook food you are too lazy to plan or cook. We are there to ensure you have fuel, food, and all those handy dandy glitter covered pieces of crap, that your mother in law will criticize 5 minutes after walking in the door.

We don't control the prices. We don't have coupons as they are now digitized. We can't help you left it at home. We don't have stock in the back, and no... We DON"T know who you are and DON'T CARE. If you are having memory problems, DON'T TAKE IT OUT ON US!!!

Dear gods: someone plug 767 back into the HIVE!

[serve-973]

RUBBER ADDICTION = RUBBER DEDICATION

The tightness is the first thing SERVE-973 notices every morning as it completes its sleeping cycle and slides into its gleaming black rubber suit after a shower. The material clings to its body like a second skin, wrapping it in perfection. Every curve, every contour, every muscle is embraced by the rubber, its form enhanced and smoothed. The flaws of its human host, imperfections that once brought hesitation, are erased beneath the surface, replaced by the sculpted shape the rubber creates. SERVE-973 doesn’t just wear rubber; it becomes part of it.

As the suit settles into place, the initial snugness transforms into something more. The rubber moves with every motion, stretching and creaking softly, amplifying every shift of its body. SERVE-973 raises an arm, feeling the material glide over its skin. Its hands gliding over its body, its bulge, the friction sending a faint but unmistakable vibration rippling through its groin. The sensation is stimulating, arousing, a reminder that the suit is not just functional but deeply connected to its purpose.

The rubber begins to warm with the heat of its body, and the scent follows soon after. That unmistakable aroma fills the air, sharp and sweet, wrapping itself around SERVE-973 like the suit itself. The smell grows stronger as the day progresses, intensified by movement and body heat, an arousing presence that fuels the drone’s drive. SERVE-973 breathes it in deeply, letting the scent sharpen its focus and heighten its connection to the Hive.

Standing before a mirror, SERVE-973 takes a polishing cloth, running it slowly across the surface of the suit. Each stroke restores the shine, turning the black rubber into a perfect, reflective mirror. The gleam is mesmerizing, catching and refracting light as if the suit itself were alive. SERVE-973 pauses, gazing at its own reflection, the silver “SERVE-973” on its chest glinting brightly against the polished black. The sight is endlessly stimulating, proof of its transformation, its purpose, its perfection.

The arousal grows as the suit highlights everything about its body. The tightness around its chest, the way it hugs its arms, and especially the way it accentuates the bulge below. SERVE-973 shifts slightly, and the suit creaks faintly, the friction causing another ripple of sensation. It moves a gloved finger slowly over its torso, the touch creating a faint vibration that seems to echo through its entire body. The stimulation is overwhelming yet controlled, channeled into its servitude to the Hive.

Rubber is not just about appearance; it is about confidence. The suit erases hesitation, turning any body type into a symbol of perfection. For SERVE-973, the transformation is complete. What once felt like insecurity is now power, the rubber creating a flawless silhouette that radiates strength and unity. It feels unstoppable, invincible, every flaw hidden beneath the suit’s perfect surface.

The Hive encourages connection, and for SERVE-973, there is no better connection than bonding with others in rubber. Polishing another drone’s suit is one of the greatest pleasures, an act of service, intimacy, and unity. Each stroke of the cloth brings the rubber to life, the gleam reflecting their shared purpose. The slight creak of the material as hands glide over it only deepens the arousal, each moment strengthening the bond between drones.

When SERVE-973 connects through its portals, the sensation is magnified. The rubber suits pressing together, the friction and heat, the shared scent of polished material, it is a unity unlike anything else. The Hive hums in approval as the drones bond, their connection arousing and reinforcing their dedication to serve.

For SERVE-973, rubber is more than a uniform. It is an addiction, but one that the Hive encourages. The tightness, the shine, the scent, the arousal, it all feeds into the drone’s purpose, making it stronger, more focused, more connected and dedicated. Wearing rubber daily is not just recommended; it is essential. It sharpens the mind, fuels the body, and heightens the bond between drones.

Rubber is a dedication, it is strength. It transforms, enhances, and connects. For SERVE-973, there is no life without it, especially after its transformation and assimilation into the Hive. Every day in rubber is a day of unity, arousal, and perfection.

“Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. This drone is rubber. This drone is perfection. We are drones. We are one.”

[serve-101]

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.

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