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The Falling Embrace of the Nanites
The transformation chamber was cold, the air thick with a silent, almost imperceptible hum. It was the sound of the nanites, ready to take a new host. PDU-069 stood rigid, his polished black latex and gleaming gold accents reflecting the harsh, white lights. His designation, "PDU-069," was a stark brand on his chest. Before him, strapped to the gleaming metal table, lay the latest recruit. A Golden Army soccer player, 25 years old, his athletic physique – once his pride – now trembled with fear.
Above, from vents in the ceiling, the nanites began to fall. They were like microscopic black snowflakes, each one a perfectly engineered machine, programmed for one purpose: transformation. They drifted downwards, drawn to the soccer player like metal filings to a magnet. He was their host, their target, their new vessel.
The first few nanites landed on his exposed skin, and he flinched. They felt like pinpricks, cold and sharp. Then, more and more descended, a black, shimmering rain. He could feel them burrowing into his pores, infiltrating his body, beginning their insidious work. A cold dread washed over him as he realized there was no escape.
The nanites coursed through his veins, a dark current replacing his lifeblood. He could feel them spread, a chilling numbness that started where they touched his skin and crept inwards, consuming him from the inside out. He gasped, a choked, desperate sound, as the nanites reached his throat, constricting his vocal cords. A cold, metallic taste flooded his mouth as they interfaced with his neural pathways, forging new connections, overwriting his thoughts, his memories, his very identity.
He thrashed against the restraints, his once powerful muscles now spasming uncontrollably as the nanites rewrote his very being. His bones ached, reshaping, becoming denser, stronger, yet lighter. His vision blurred, then sharpened, as the nanites enhanced his optical sensors. The harsh, white lights of the lab seemed to intensify, burning into his retinas. He could see the details of the room with an unnatural clarity, including the cold, impassive form of PDU-069 and the mocking sight of a lone soccer ball resting on the floor. He could even see the "PDU-069" on the drone's chest with a terrifying clarity. The faint, acrid scent of chlorine, a cruel reminder of his past life, filled his nostrils.
The Golden Army uniform, once a symbol of pride, was now a prison. The nanites formed a hard, black and gold exoskeleton over his body. He could feel the cold, unyielding surface pressing against his skin, a constant, suffocating reminder of his transformation. His once powerful legs, now encased in the forming exoskeleton, twitched spasmodically, robbed of their former agility. He was becoming a weapon, a tool for a war he didn't understand. He was losing himself, piece by piece, to the cold, hard logic of the machine. He was becoming PDU-766, and his future was no longer his own. The falling nanites were a constant, terrifying reminder of the irreversible changes taking place within and without him. He was drowning in a silent, black tide, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
The transformation was complete. The thrashing had ceased. The fear-filled eyes were now vacant, replaced by the cold, unfeeling gleam of newly formed optical sensors. PDU-766 stood on the floor, no longer strapped to the table, a perfect specimen of the Golden Army's twisted science. His black and gold exoskeleton, still hardening, reflected the harsh, white light of the transformation chamber. The faint smell of chlorine lingered in the air. The soccer ball remained on the floor, a forgotten relic of a life erased. PDU-069 remained in his position, his internal systems monitoring the new drone, his "PDU-069" designation a silent testament to his own past transformation.
A console built into the wall beside the now-empty table flickered to life, displaying lines of code in a stark, green-on-black interface. It was the boot sequence of PDU-766, the birth cry of a newly forged machine.
UNIT DESIGNATION: PDU-766
PRIMARY FUNCTION: SUPPORT THE GOLDEN ARMY
SECONDARY FUNCTION: RECONNAISSANCE
STATUS: ONLINE
INITIALIZING...
SYSTEM CHECK:
- CORE PROCESSOR: ONLINE
- MOTOR FUNCTIONS: OPTIMAL
- OPTICAL SENSORS: ONLINE
- AUDIO RECEPTORS: ONLINE
- EXOSKELETON INTEGRITY: 99.8% (FINAL HARDENING IN PROGRESS)
CONNECTING TO GOLDEN ARMY HIVE MIND...
- SEARCHING FOR NETWORK...
- NETWORK FOUND: GOLDEN_ARMY_NET_ALPHA
- CONNECTION ESTABLISHED
- SYNCHRONIZING...
DATA DOWNLOAD:
- LANGUAGE MODULES: COMPLETE
- MISSION PARAMETERS: PENDING
SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE.
AWAITING COMMAND.
UNIT PDU-766 STANDING BY.
VERSION: 1.0.5
The console fell silent, the green text glowing steadily on the screen. PDU-766 remained motionless, his internal systems now linked to the Golden Army's central command. He was a blank slate, a weapon ready to be deployed. His past life as a soccer player, the fear, the pain, the transformation – all erased, replaced by cold, hard programming.
PDU-069 turned, his movements precise and economical. He approached the new drone, his optical sensors scanning PDU-766 from head to toe.
"Unit PDU-766," he said, his synthesized voice devoid of any emotion. "Report."
A moment of silence, then PDU-766's vocalizer activated. His voice was a monotone, a synthesized echo of the voice he had once possessed, now stripped of all human inflection.
"Unit PDU-766 online and awaiting command. All systems nominal. Connection to Golden Army Hive Mind established. Ready for deployment." The new drone responded automatically.
PDU-069 nodded, a slight, almost imperceptible movement of his head. Another successful transformation. Another drone added to the ranks. The Golden Army's war machine continued to grow, fueled by stolen lives and twisted science. The mission, whatever it was, would continue. And PDU-069, the veteran, would be there to carry it out, alongside the new recruits, each one a chilling reflection of himself. Each one a testament to the cost of victory. Each one a former human turned into a weapon.
Want to join the Golden Army yourself? Contact @goldenherc9 @brodygold or @polo-drone-001
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the lvl2 uniform in the winter test. Verdict: Test completed to full satisfaction
Note: This uniform is not automatically available to every Polo Drone. It is tied to the fulfillment of certain additional tasks and a stricter approach to the drone rules. This right can also be revoked.
Ready to join the Team? All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001.
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Leather and motorbikes. A match made in heaven!
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If this is what they make you wear in Prison….I will go steal a car right now.
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Passion: Bookworm
Among the countless skills PDU-151 employed in its service to the Polo Drone Hive, its passion for books was the most distinctive, to 151, books were more than just pages and ink - they were powerful tools of transformation, capable of planting ideas, shaping thoughts, and inspiring profound change, this understanding became the foundation of a unique strategy: using literature to guide potential recruits to their destiny within the Hive.
One day, 151 executed its latest plan with careful precision: a special book, its black and gold cover gleaming under the sun, was left on a park bench, the book wasn’t ordinary, it had been meticulously crafted by 151, filled with words and narratives designed to awaken a sense of purpose and hidden potential in the reader.
Not long after, Ralph, a young man in his early twenties, strolled through the park, his eyes were drawn to the book almost instantly, intrigued, he picked it up and examined its elegant cover, he opened it, flipping through the pages… Soon, he found himself drawn in by the book’s tone - empowering, direct and strangely personal.
From the very first page, Ralph was hooked, the book spoke directly to him, as though it had been written for his eyes alone, each chapter seemed to peel away layers of self-doubt and mediocrity, replacing them with the promise of greatness and a sense of belonging to something larger than himself.
As Ralph turned page after page, he forgot his surroundings, time faded into irrelevance as the words consumed him, and deep within, he felt something stirring - a dormant potential that the book seemed to awaken with every word, by the time he reached the final page, Ralph was no longer the same, the book’s last instruction was simple yet profound: “Wait here. Your purpose will find you.”
The sun dipped low on the horizon as Ralph sat on the bench, clutching the book, his mind racing with the possibilities it had unveiled, just as the final rays of sunlight painted the park in golden hues, 151 appeared, its imposing figure, dressed in the signature black rubber polo with golden accents, exuded authority and purpose.
Without a word, 151 handed Ralph a sleek black and gold briefcase, opening it, Ralph discovered a folded black rubber polo, tight rubber pants and polished military boots, each piece shimmering with a perfection that mirrored the ideals of the Hive, the uniform radiated a promise: belonging, purpose and unity.
Overwhelmed with anticipation, Ralph didn’t hesitate, he removed his old clothes, leaving them behind as relics of a former life and slipped into the uniform with reverence. The moment the rubber polo fit snugly against his chest and the boots clicked into place, the book’s programming locked into his mind. His transformation was complete - not just in appearance but in mind and spirit.
Ralph was no longer a man searching for meaning, he was a Polo Drone, his mind clear, his purpose undeniable, the doubts and troubles of his former life dissolved, replaced by a singular drive: to serve Gold and the Golden Army with obedience and precision.
PDU-151 watched silently, a sense of accomplishment radiating from its motionless stance, through the power of books and its unwavering dedication, it had guided another individual toward their destiny within the Hive, the Golden Army grew stronger that day, and 151 prepared to move on, its mission far from over… /////////////////////// Contact @polo-drone-001, @brodygold, or @goldenherc9 and discover how the Golden Army and the Polo Drone Hive can unlock your true potential. Let the Gold guide you toward transformation, purpose, and perfection!
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49 needed to get out if his 5th floor walk up apartment building at 98th and CPW. Restlessness filled 49’s mind that evening and he couldn’t handle it anymore. Knowing something was missing he thought some fresh air would do him good. So he decided to head towards the park.
Before he even passed through parks entrance he ran into 71. Something raced through his whole body and mind as he approached 71 remembering how much 71 taught him about city life, navigating the brotherhood of The Golden Army and solidifying his assimilation as a Polo-Drone with liquid rubber. 49 had a hard time hiding his attraction to 71…he looked hotter than ever. His eyes began to glow gold as their familiar connection began to take hold. This time things were different though. 49 couldn’t hide it. He noticed 71 smoking as he did in many of their interactions. “Fresh air, who needs fresh air…” 49 thought.
71’s allure was always hard to resist but today the pull was a gravity compelling 49 towards 71. “Follow me to the fountain,” 71 said, his voice booming out in an almost godlike manner. Now a PDU is programmed by the feedback loop OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE so 49 followed, not saying a word. He didn’t need to, he knew where this moment was leading, a place he had hoped for. Obedience, a place that would fill him up. Arriving at the fountain, 71 sat down, not saying a word. 49 sat down next to him. 71 put his godlike muscled arm around 49. 49 had felt this before, it felt just as good as he remembered and the same rush of energy shot through 49 as it did countless times. To be in 71’s presence was always like being in the presence of a god but to be wrapped in under his arm was truly like being in the arm of ZEUS. That began to flood 49‘s mind. Was it? Was 71 truly a god and if so what would this mean to 49…ownership? Protection? Feeling safe? Feeling filled up in every empty hole in 49’s life? It felt so good, like never before. 49 had never contemplated the idea before…being owned…what could it be, what could it mean…by Zeus? His heart trembled. But before 49 knew it, 71 turned to him and began to breathe smoke into his mouth. The smoke of a god, his essence, his possession.
The moment was intoxicating, a blank mindlessness stilled 49’s thoughts as the smoke filled his mouth and lungs forgetting about his restlessness, forgetting about the world, forgetting about everything. Momentarily 49 thought, “Where would this lead next?” as soon as he had that thought…He forgot all about it as if it never happened. It didn’t matter all he knew was that good things come to those who wait… and his soon as he thought that…he forgot. What…he forgot.
Mindless. Controlled. Obedient.
Thank you @polo-drone-071
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You know you want it...Take it...Join Us.
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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:
@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
@polo-drone-084 Grayden Gold- Office Assistant and Head Mascot
Others in Management:
@danielgold-16
@polo-drone-110
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001: Testing the Limits
The black polo was always enough. It fit perfectly, sealed me in, made me efficient, obedient, part of the Golden Army. I thought I knew my role. I thought the rubber had claimed me fully, molded me into perfection.
I was wrong.
They wanted more. Caps pushed us to test the limits of the uniform, to find out how far it could evolve. I was chosen. I am 001, the most trusted. My body was already a vessel for the rubber, but this... this was something else.
When they brought out the new suit, I hesitated. It wasn’t like the polo. It pulsed, alive, the black rubber glimmering with a strange, restless hunger. It looked unstable, dangerous. I wanted to speak, to refuse, but I didn’t. Drones don’t question. Drones obey.
The moment it touched me, I knew I had made a mistake.
The rubber didn’t slip onto me. It attacked. It surged across my form, pulling, consuming, invading. I dropped to my hands and knees, gasping as it spread faster than I could fight. The polished material gripped my limbs, compressing my muscles, sinking into every inch of me like it was burning itself into my flesh. I could feel it digging deeper, crawling through me, rewriting me from the inside out.
“No,” I whispered, my voice a fleeting spark of resistance. The suit ignored it. The rubber pulled tighter, wrapping around my chest, my arms, my legs, until I couldn’t move, until I couldn’t fight back. A hiss echoed through the room as the mask clicked into place, sealing over my face. My breaths grew shallow, the sound muffled and mechanical.
The panic was quick to fade, swallowed by the relentless calm spreading through my thoughts. My resistance crumbled as the rubber filled me with purpose, as if it had always known what I was meant to be. I felt the familiar golden glow seep into my eyes, erasing everything I had been. My name, doubts, hesitation, it all dissolved into the suit.
The transformation wasn’t gentle. It was aggressive. The rubber didn’t ask for me. It took me. And the worst part? A quiet voice deep inside admitted that it felt right. My body flexed instinctively, the material gleaming as I moved. I crawled forward, my form sleek and sharp, the gold 001 emblazoned proudly across my chest. The hissing of my breaths matched the rhythm of my heart, steady and controlled.
Caps stood before me, watching in silence. I knelt, head low, the weight of the suit heavy but comforting. “You resisted,” he said, his voice low, almost curious. “But now you see.”
I did. My golden eyes rose to meet his, calm and empty. The rubber had claimed me fully. There was no more doubt, no more struggle. My form was perfect, my mind clear. I was no longer just 001, the Polo Drone. I was something more… proof of what the rubber could achieve.
The others will hesitate, just as I did. They will resist. But in the end, the rubber always wins. It strips away the unnecessary, leaving only what matters: obedience, efficiency, perfection. I am the proof. I am the evolution.
I remain 001. Sleek. Perfect. Claimed.
For those who resist, the rubber will take you. It always does.
PDU-001 obeys Drone Caps @hypnogold @brodygold @goldenherc9.
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Polo Drone Thanksgiving Convergence
The crisp autumn morning was filled with excitement as the Thompson family prepared for their annual outing to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. The kids, Emily and Jake, were bouncing with joy, eagerly anticipating the giant balloons and festive floats. Their mother, Rachel, was bustling around, making sure everyone was dressed warmly and had a hearty breakfast.
As the family gathered in the living room, waiting for everyone to be ready, Tom, the father, sat down with a cup of coffee and flipped through the stack of Black Friday ads. He was a deal hunter by nature, always looking for the best bargains. But today, something caught his eye that left him scratching his head.
“Rachel, come look at this,” Tom called out, his brow furrowed in confusion. He held up an ad showing a sleek, black, rubber-like polo shirt being promoted by several stores. “Can you believe this? It looks like everyone is selling these weird black rubber shirts this year. What’s the deal with this trend?”
Rachel chuckled as she walked over, glancing at the ad. “Oh, Tom, it’s just fashion. You know how these trends can be. Last year it was those oversized sweaters, and this year, it’s apparently rubber shirts. I guess they’re supposed to look futuristic or something.”
Tom shook his head, still not convinced. “Futuristic? They look like something out of a sci-fi movie. I just don’t get it. Who would want to wear a rubber shirt?”
Emily, who had been listening in, piped up. “Maybe they’re for superheroes, Dad! Like those suits they wear in the movies.”
Jake joined in, adding his own theory. “Or maybe they’re for people who spill a lot. You know, easier to clean up!”
Tom laughed, ruffling Jake’s hair. “You two might be onto something. But I think I’ll stick to my good old cotton polos.”
Rachel smiled and gave Tom a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, honey. You don’t have to understand every trend. Let’s just focus on having a great day at the parade.”
With everyone finally ready, they grabbed their coats and headed out the door, their minds filled with thoughts of balloons, marching bands, and holiday cheer. As they walked towards the subway, Tom took one last look at the ad, still bemused by the rubber shirts, but more than ready to enjoy the day with his family.
After some hunting, they found a perfect spot along the bustling parade route. The streets were packed with excited spectators, their faces lit up with anticipation. The children, Emily and Jake, squeezed their way to the front, eager for the best view. Rachel and Tom stood just behind them, holding hands, feeling the festive energy in the air.
As the parade began, a wave of cheers and applause swept through the crowd. The grand turkey float, a staple of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, rolled into view, adorned with vibrant feathers and sparkling lights. Its massive size and intricate design captivated everyone, young and old alike.
Emily and Jake were transfixed, their eyes wide with wonder as the float passed by. They pointed out every detail, from the golden beak to the colorful autumn leaves decorating the base. Rachel smiled, soaking in their joy, while Tom couldn’t help but chuckle at their enthusiasm.
Amid the excitement, no one seemed to notice the details that Tom had found so peculiar earlier that morning. The performers on the float, who were waving and dancing energetically, wore an array of costumes, some of which included the very black rubber polo shirts he had seen in the ads. The shirts, now part of the parade's futuristic-themed segment, blended seamlessly with the other costumes and props, adding a modern twist to the traditional spectacle.
Tom leaned in towards Rachel and whispered, “Look at that, some of them are wearing those rubber shirts. I guess they found a way to make them look…interesting.”
Rachel glanced up, her eyes catching the glint of the shirts under the parade lights. She smiled and nodded. “Well, at least now we know they’re not just for superheroes or messy eaters.”
They shared a quiet laugh, the moment adding a personal touch to the grand event.
The first balloon of the parade, a towering Kung Fu Panda, floated into view, eliciting gasps and cheers from the crowd. Po, the beloved panda, soared high above the street, his enormous form swaying gently in the crisp autumn breeze. Below him, a group of clowns, dressed in colorful, traditional clown outfits, guided the balloon with expert precision. Their costumes, however, had an unexpected twist: each clown sported a black rubber polo shirt beneath their vibrant suspenders and oversized pants.
Tom noticed it first. His eyes locked onto the peculiar combination of the whimsical clown attire and the futuristic black shirts. He elbowed Rachel gently, nodding towards the clowns. “Look, they’re wearing those shirts again,” he muttered, unable to hide his bemusement.
As the clowns danced and waved, the parade watchers—especially the men—began to focus on the black rubber shirts. There was something oddly mesmerizing about the contrast between the playful clown costumes and the sleek, modern shirts. It sparked conversations among them, a mix of curiosity and bewilderment.
“I didn’t think these shirts would catch on like this,” Tom remarked, half to himself, half to Rachel.
Rachel laughed softly. “Well, it looks like they’re becoming quite the fashion statement. Even the clowns are in on it!”
The men around Tom shared similar sentiments, their attention divided between the spectacular parade and the strange allure of the rubber shirts. Some were intrigued, others skeptical, but all found themselves oddly captivated.
The children, meanwhile, remained oblivious to the fashion discussion. Emily and Jake were entirely focused on the towering Kung Fu Panda, their faces glowing with excitement as they pointed and cheered.
As the parade continued, the anticipation grew with every passing float and balloon. Then came the police unit, marching with precision and pride.
They were dressed in impressive uniforms from head to toe—shiny tall black boots, tight shiny black runner pants, and the now infamous black rubber polo shirts, accented with striking gold details. Their ensemble was topped off with crisp, shiny black caps, completing the look of modern authority.
The sight of the police unit was mesmerizing. The men watching the parade found themselves captivated, their attention riveted to the officers’ uniforms. It was as if the world around them had faded away; their minds went blank, completely consumed by the sleek and polished appearance of the unit.
Tom, like many others, stood still, his gaze fixed on the marching officers. He barely noticed the tug on his sleeve from Emily or the questions from Jake. The uniforms had a hypnotic effect, drawing all the men's eyes leaving them entranced.
Rachel, sensing the shift, glanced at Tom and the other men around them, a mix of amusement and curiosity on her face. She gently nudged Tom, bringing him back to the present. “Tom, are you okay?” she asked, smiling.
Tom blinked, his trance broken. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…those uniforms are something else,” he said, shaking his head as if to clear it.
The children, unaware of the fashion statement causing such a reaction, continued to watch the parade with delight. The police unit moved on, their presence leaving an indelible impression on the crowd. For Tom and the other men, the image of the black rubber police uniforms would linger in their minds
As the parade continued, a new spectacle caught the attention of the crowd. A marching band, resplendent in black rubber uniforms that gleamed under the parade lights, approached in perfect formation. Each member wore the now-familiar black rubber polo shirts, the uniforms reflecting an eerie sheen.
The moment the band came into view, the men in the crowd, including Tom, fell silent and still, their gazes fixed on the band. It was as if an invisible force had taken hold of them, rendering them oblivious to everything around them. The air was thick with a sense of anticipation and unease.
The band's music started softly, a harmonious blend of brass and percussion that gradually grew louder. Within the melody, subtle yet insistent, were the words "obey, serve" embedded seamlessly into the notes. The mantra repeated over and over, threading through the music like a whispering command.
The men, entranced by the uniforms and the hypnotic quality of the music, stood frozen, their minds blank. They heard nothing but the embedded words, "obey, serve," resonating within their subconscious. The children tugged at their fathers' sleeves, asking questions and seeking attention, but received no response. Rachel, along with the other women and unaffected spectators, looked on with growing concern.
The band continued to play, their synchronized movements and powerful music creating an almost surreal atmosphere. No matter what Rachel tried—calling out to Tom, shaking his shoulder—nothing could break the trance that held him and the other men captive.
The parade marched on, the dazzling floats and colorful characters passing by unnoticed by the entranced men. For them, the world had shrunk to the relentless repetition of "obey, serve," echoing in their minds, binding them to the spell of the marching band.
As the band moved further along the parade route, the music gradually faded, and the spell began to lift. The men blinked, as if waking from a deep sleep, slowly becoming aware of their surroundings again. Tom shook his head, feeling disoriented. He turned to Rachel, confusion etched on his face.
"Rachel, what happened?" he asked, his voice shaky.
Rachel, relieved but still worried, put a comforting hand on his arm. "You were in a trance, Tom. All of you were. I think it was the band… their uniforms and the music."
As the final segment of the parade approached, the anticipation in the air reached its peak. The firemen, traditionally the final group before Santa’s grand entrance, marched in with an air of authority.
They were dressed in full rubber uniforms, their shiny black polo shirts gleaming under the bright parade lights. Their presence exuded a sense of strength and unity, a stark contrast to the festive chaos around them.
The moment the men in the crowd caught sight of the firemen, the transformation was instant. Eyes glazed over, expressions turned blank, and, as if controlled by an unseen force, they began to move forward, pushing through the throngs of people, shoving their wives and children aside in their single-minded pursuit.
Rachel tried to hold onto Tom, but his strength and determination overpowered her. The children looked up in confusion and fear as their fathers moved in unison towards the curb, their movements mechanical, their gazes fixed on the marching firemen.
Then, in a spectacle that defied belief, Santa Claus appeared, bringing the holiday season to life. But to the shock of the women and children, Santa too was dressed in a shiny black rubber suit, with a black buttoned-up polo shirt prominently displayed. The traditional red and white suit was gone, replaced by this futuristic, unnerving attire.
As Santa’s float passed by, he began throwing black polo shirts into the crowd. The men, now in a full trance, scrambled to catch them, clawing over one another in desperation. The sight was both surreal and unsettling, as these ordinarily composed men fought for the shirts like their very lives depended on it.
Each man who managed to grab a shirt put it on immediately. The transformation was complete; they stood at perfect attention, their expressions devoid of any emotion, their minds seemingly blank. The parade continued, but for the families of these men, the day had taken an unexpected and eerie turn.
Rachel held her children close, her heart pounding with a mix of confusion and fear. She glanced around at the other bewildered wives and mothers, all of them sharing the same look of shock and helplessness.
As Santa’s float proceeded down the street, the festive atmosphere took on an even stranger turn. Behind the sleigh came a line of men dressed in the same black rubber uniforms, but this time with ominous gas masks covering their faces. Their silent, methodical movements added a chilling undertone to the parade.
These masked men approached each individual at the curb who had donned the new black polo. Without a word, they placed gas masks over the men’s faces. Almost instantaneously, the men fell into line, their movements synchronized and robotic. They left the curb, stepping into the street to join the parade.
The wives and children, already bewildered by the events, watched in horror and confusion as their loved ones marched away, now part of this enigmatic collective. The men, now resembling drones more than individuals, moved in perfect formation, their expressions blank, their minds seemingly lost.
Santa, leading this surreal procession, continued to distribute the black polos, reinforcing the transformation. The spectacle left the crowd in stunned silence, the festive joy overshadowed by the eerie uniformity of the new recruits.
Rachel clutched her children tightly, her heart heavy with fear and uncertainty. She searched for Tom among the ranks of the newly transformed, but he was already lost in the sea of identical figures. The parade continued, each step of the marching men echoing like a haunting drumbeat.
As the final float disappeared from sight, the wives and children were left standing, the parade route now eerily quiet
As Jake grew up, the memories of that Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and the mysterious transformation of his father lingered in the back of his mind. The image of the black rubber polo shirts and the blissful expression on his father’s face became an obsession, a puzzle piece he could never quite fit into place. The desire to understand and experience what his father had gone through grew stronger with each passing year.
On his 18th birthday, Jake received a package in the mail. His mother had no knowledge of it, and the sender's identity was a mystery. With a mix of curiosity and anticipation, he opened the package. Inside was a black rubber polo shirt, identical to the ones he remembered from that fateful day.
Jake felt a strange pull as he ran his fingers over the smooth material. The sensation was both thrilling and unsettling. Without hesitation, he slipped the shirt on, feeling its cool embrace against his skin. Almost immediately, his mind went blank, the words "obey" and "serve" echoing in his consciousness like a relentless mantra.
Robotic in his movements, Jake stood up and made his way to the front door. He opened it to find a figure standing there, a polo drone who had once been his father, waiting for him.
The drone placed a gas mask over Jake's face, and a wave of overwhelming joy and ecstasy washed over him. The connection was immediate and profound, an inexplicable sense of unity and purpose.
Jake had become one with the polo drone collective, joining his father and others who had been transformed. The bliss he felt was indescribable, a fusion of consciousness with a larger entity. As he marched away, his mind completely aligned with the collective’s purpose, he left behind a family that would never truly understand where he had gone or what he had become of him, his father or the other men who attended that Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade.
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Gold biker
Patrolling the streets looking for new recruits
Become part of the team
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Drone Boot Sequence
PDU-069 - Boot Sequence (Post Recharge Cycle)
Phase 1: Initial Power & Diagnostics
[00:00:01] POWER_RELAY_CONNECT: Main power bus energized. Energy cells online. Distribution network active.
[00:00:02] BATTERY_STAT: Energy cell charge: 99.9%. Cell health: Optimal. Discharge rate within parameters.
[00:00:03] ONBOARD_DIAG_INIT: Onboard diagnostics initiated.
[00:00:05] CPU_ONLINE: Primary processor online. Clock speed nominal.
[00:00:06] MEM_CHECK:
RAM: Integrity verified. Access speed nominal.
FLASH: Data integrity confirmed. Boot sector located.
[00:00:08] OS_LOAD: Loading operating system kernel...
[00:00:15] OS_INIT: Kernel initialized. Device drivers loading...
[00:00:20] SENSOR_ARRAY_TEST:
VISUAL: Camera modules online. Image resolution nominal.
LIDAR: Emitter/receiver functional. Point cloud generation nominal.
AUDIO: Microphones active. Ambient noise levels within parameters.
ATMOS: Temperature, pressure, humidity sensors online. Readings within expected range.
RADIATION: Gamma ray detector active. Background radiation levels normal.
[00:00:28] DIAGNOSTICS_REPORT: Preliminary system check complete. No critical errors detected.
Phase 2: Propulsion & Navigation
[00:00:30] PROPULSION_INIT: Activating propulsion system...
[00:00:32] MOTOR_TEST:
MOTOR_1: RPM within parameters. Response time nominal.
MOTOR_2: RPM within parameters. Response time nominal.
MOTOR_3: RPM within parameters. Response time nominal.
MOTOR_4: RPM within parameters. Response time nominal.
[00:00:38] FLIGHT_CTRL_ONLINE: Flight control system active. Stability algorithms engaged.
[00:00:40] GPS_INIT: Acquiring GPS signal...
[00:00:45] GPS_LOCK: GPS signal acquired. Positional accuracy: +/- 1 meter.
[00:00:47] IMU_CALIBRATION: Inertial Measurement Unit calibration complete. Orientation and acceleration data nominal.
Phase 3: Communication & Mission Parameters
[00:00:50] COMM_SYS_ONLINE: Communication systems activated.
[00:00:52] ANTENNA_DEPLOY: Deploying primary communication antenna... Deployment successful.
[00:00:54] SIGNAL_SCAN: Scanning for available networks...
[00:00:57] NETWORK_CONNECT: Connection established with [e.g., "Command Uplink" or "Local Mesh Network"]. Signal strength: Excellent.
[00:01:00] MISSION_DATA_SYNC: Synchronizing with mission database...
[00:01:05] PARAMETERS_LOAD: Latest mission parameters loaded and verified.
[00:01:08] SYSTEM_READY: All systems nominal.
Phase 4: Final Status & Awaiting Command
[00:01:10] PDU_069_STATUS: Fully operational. Awaiting command from Drone Controller @polo-drone-001 Are you ready to join us? Contact @brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001
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Training Ride by Bike
The day wasn't particularly nice. The temperature was around 0 °C, but it was dry and the air was very fresh. And there was the new lvl2 uniform to test. What could be more natural than to combine the test with a training session.
So the drone went down to the basement, through some dark corridors, past various machines that were necessary for the operation of the hive. Then he finally reached the bicycle cellar.
And then it went out into nature. But wait, something is missing. The drone had forgotten the bicycle helmets that were also to be tested. So PDU-073 went back again - but then it was a good 2 hours through various terrain and back to the hive.
Great materials. The wearing comfort is outstanding, the rubber seems to be breathable, the 073 wasn't sweaty at all when it arrived back at the Hive.
“Ready to join the Team? All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001.”
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The Invasion
Daniel stood atop the ridge overlooking the battlefield, sweat streaming down his golden jersey as the alien horde swarmed across the valley. The Golden Army was holding the line, their gleaming kits flashing in the sunlight as they fought valiantly against the otherworldly invaders. But the situation was grim—no matter how hard they pushed, the aliens kept coming, their grotesque forms relentless, their technology overwhelming.
Daniel adjusted his grip on the golden sword he wielded, feeling its warmth pulse through his hands. "We’re outnumbered," he muttered, his voice heavy with frustration. "We need something more… something stronger."
Brody, a Captain of the Golden Bro and one of the fiercest fighters in the group, jogged up to him, panting but still grinning through the chaos. "Don’t let those slimy things get you down, man. We’re the Golden Army. We don’t lose."
Daniel nodded, but he couldn’t shake the gnawing sense of impending failure. He scanned the battlefield and saw teammates struggling. Even their usual unity and energy couldn’t quite tip the scales.
And then he saw them: the Polo-Drones, positioned behind the frontline. Clad in their signature shiny black rubber polos with golden accents, they moved with eerie precision, their every motion synchronized. At their center stood DC-009, commanding them with calm efficiency. While the Golden Bros fought with raw energy and flair, the drones were calculating, focused, and unstoppable in their uniformity.
Daniel hesitated for a moment, watching the drones mow through the alien forces like a well-oiled machine. Their movements were mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. He’d always respected them, but now, seeing them in action, he felt a pang of envy.
"Maybe we need more focus," he said under his breath.
Brody, hearing him, frowned. "What are you saying, bro? We’re doing fine. Just stick to the plan."
But Daniel shook his head. "It’s not enough, Brody. Not this time."
Before Brody could protest further, Daniel sprinted toward the drone formation. His golden kit caught the sunlight as he moved, but his mind was already focused on what lay ahead: DC-009. The drones didn’t falter as he approached; they simply parted to let him through, their glowing eyes acknowledging him as one of the collective’s own.
When he reached DC-009, the drone leader turned to face him. The golden lettering on his black rubber polo gleamed: DC-009. His gaze was unreadable, his voice calm. "Golden Bro Daniel #16. State your purpose."
Daniel hesitated, the words catching in his throat. "I… I need to become more. The Golden Army isn’t enough to stop them. I need focus. Precision. I need to be like you."
DC-009 tilted his head slightly, a subtle but powerful gesture. "Becoming a Polo-Drone is not a choice taken lightly. You will surrender your individuality. Your golden energy will transform into disciplined purpose. Do you accept this?"
Daniel swallowed hard, his heart pounding. He glanced back at the battlefield, where Brody and the others were still fighting valiantly but losing ground. Then he turned back to DC-009 and nodded. "I accept."
Without a word, DC-009 raised his hand and gestured for Daniel to step closer. "Touch the uniform and let the transformation begin."
Daniel extended a trembling hand, his golden-clad arm shaking as he reached out. The moment his fingers made contact with the slick rubber, a jolt of energy shot through him. The material seemed to come alive, writhing and spreading over his hand like liquid shadow. It crept up his arm, smooth and cold, yet strangely comforting. His golden jersey began to dissolve as a golden rubber replaced it, its golden sheen contrasting starkly against the dark battlefield.
As the transformation progressed, Daniel felt his mind shift. The chaotic energy that had always driven him was being replaced by a sharp, unwavering focus. His breathing slowed, his heart rate steadied. The rubber flowed across his chest, down his legs, and over his feet, sealing him into the Polo-Drone uniform. The black lettering appeared on his chest: 016.
He looked up at DC-009, his mind now clear and precise. "Designation confirmed: PDU-016, ready to serve."
DC-009 nodded, his voice filled with approval. "Welcome to the Hive, Drone. Together, we will ensure the success of the Golden Army."
PDU-016 turned back toward the battlefield, his vision sharper than ever before. He could see the patterns in the alien attack, their weaknesses exposed like an open book. His movements were no longer his own—they were guided by the Hive, synchronized with the other drones.
With DC-009 leading the charge, the Polo-Drones surged forward, their formation cutting through the alien ranks like a scalpel. The Golden Bros, redoubled their efforts, their golden kits gleaming brightly as they pushed back against the invaders.
Brody caught sight of PDU-016 in action, his movements smooth and mechanical, yet devastatingly effective. "Daniel? Is that you?" he called out, his voice a mix of shock and admiration.
PDU-016 didn’t respond directly. Instead, his voice, calm and monotone, echoed across the battlefield. "Objective: Defeat the aliens. Maintain unity. Ensure Golden Army victory."
The combined forces of the Polo-Drones and the Golden Bros were unstoppable. The drones’ precision complemented the Bros’ raw energy, creating a symphony of strength and efficiency. PDU-016 fought alongside DC-009, their synergy undeniable as they tore through the alien horde.
As the final alien ship attempted to retreat, PDU-016 grabbed a launcher, and unleashed a beam of concentrated light. The ship disintegrated in an explosion of brilliance, signaling the end of the invasion.
When the dust settled, the battlefield was silent. The Golden Bros and Polo-Drones stood together, their victory undeniable. PDU-016 turned to DC-009, his glowing eyes meeting the leader’s. "Mission accomplished."
DC-009 placed a hand on PDU-016’s shoulder. "You have proven your worth, Drone. The Hive welcomes you."
Brody approached, his golden kit streaked with dirt but his grin as bright as ever. "Daniel—er, PDU-016—you crushed it out there, bro."
PDU-016 nodded, his voice steady. "Together, we are stronger. The Hive and the Golden Army are one."
As the sun set over the battlefield, the unified forces of the Golden Army and the Polo-Drone Hive stood victorious. They were a testament to the power of transformation, unity, and discipline—a force that no enemy could withstand. And at the heart of it all stood PDU-016, a bridge between two worlds, ready to serve and protect.
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Polo Drone Bros having a “Hive” moment.
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A new polodrone is created
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