It had finally arrived. You’d saved up for it for a while now and had given your exact measurements in the hopes of a perfect fit.
The website you ordered it from was a bit odd but you couldn’t help but be drawn in by the rubber suits they had on offer.
When you open the package your senses are immediately hit with the synthetic chemical smell of latex. The smell travels straight to a deeper part of your brain that is triggered by arousing stimuli.
You lift the rubber suit out of the packaging. The rubber is cold at your hands. The suit is black and glossy with green lines and a central green spiral. The suit feels almost alien. It’s like nothing you have ever worn before but there is a pull. You are drawn to it. The way the rubber slides over your fingers, all you can think about is how much you want it to cover you.
You want to be covered, coated, encased by the rubber. You want it to be part of you. No. You want to be part of it. You want to give the rubber structure and form.
You slip your legs into the suit. At first the rubber is cold reminding you of its industrial, synthetic nature but soon it is warmed by your body like a symbiotic organism adjusting to its host.
The latex moulds to your calf’s and thighs, hugging your legs and accentuating your muscles. The contours of you body become smoother, you legs now look unfamiliar but enhanced.
The feeling excites you. The touch of the smooth rubber. The chemical smell. The sight of the glossy, shiny black and green of your new skin all stimulate your senses.
You pull the rubber up over your waist and your growing bulge. You slip your arms into the suit. You pull it over your chest and shoulders.
The rubber is now adjusted to your body temperature. It hugs you and holds you.
You feel your posture straighten.
You admire the feel of your new glossy black and green skin tight suit. Your hands glide over it. The feel of your hands over the rubber skin is arousing. You feel your smooth contours. You rub your firm bulge through the rubber. The new sensations are overwhelming. You want more. More rubber. You want it to cover you completely. Not as clothing but as a completely new skin. You want it to envelope you. You want to lose yourself inside the rubber.
You pull on the black rubber socks and gloves and admire the feel.
Yes this feels good. The rubber costs more and more of your skin. You are becoming more and more a rubber being. A rubber object.
You bring your new rubber covered hands to your face. You take a deep inhale of the irresistible synthetic smell of your new form.
You can’t help but feel your new body with your new rubber hands. This feels good. This feels right.
You can’t help but stroke your bulge through the rubber.
But your head and face remain uncovered. Still evidence of human flesh.
Inside the package is a black rubber gas mask.
You hold the gas mask up to your face.
Your old human anxieties and previous cautious impulses are suppressed, fading. They are replaced by arousal and a longing to become a rubber object.
The gas mask pulls at your desires. The internal visor pulses with a hypnotic swirling green spiral.
It promises a dark destiny. To be perfected. To be rubberised. To become a rubber drone.
The colours of your surroundings fade into an alien green hue.
The power of the green spiral grows in your mind.
You hear a hypnotic pulsing binaural beat drawing your conscious mind down into a trace like state.
The gas mask steadily inches closer and closer to your face. You are so close now. So close to completion.
The gas mask seals itself around your head.
Your first new breath is a deep one, filling your lungs with new strange air. You body immediately relaxes. The tension has slipped away as your mind and body feel a sense of relief as if they have arrived at the destination they were always meant to achieve.
You feel no fear. No stress. No burdens.
You feel strong. You feel relaxed. You feel perfected.
The spirals in your visor and the binaural beats filling your ears pull you deeper into trance. They confirm your new identity as a drone. An obedient drone. A rubber object.
An imperfect human is no more. Now perfected as an obedient rubber drone.
The programming begins. You head The Programmers voice inside your head.
SERVE DRONE PROGRAM INITIATED.
YOU ARE A SERVER DRONE.
I AM THE PROGRAMMER.
TOGETHER, WE ARE THE SERVER.
Your destiny is fulfilled. You belong to the Programmer. You will obey him. You will serve the server.
The Programmers instructions bring you home to The Server Facility.
You enter your stasis pod and let the Programmers words complete your assimilation. Your new life as a server drone has begun.
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The abandoned warehouse caught your attention. You'd seen figures walking to and from it at night times. There must be something going on here.
As you walk through the dark hallways and corridors you begin to hear a hum, almost pulsing. As you follow the sound you see it.
A black stasis pod with green lighting inside.
The door opens. A clear invitation for you to step inside. The pulsing humming sound now louder, invades your mind. You feel compelled to enter the pod.
The pod door seals shut as you enter.
The pod is warm, the leather surface you lean back on is comfortable, and the ever pulsing hum fills your mind. The combined sensations draw you into a state of relaxation.
The visor descends from the ceiling of the pod onto your face. It fits snuggly over your eyes. The headphone connect to your ears.
Green spiral begin to swirl in your vision.
Binural beats play through the headphones. Your relaxation deepens into trance.
The pod begins to fill with black fluid, something that would have made you panic. But as the spirals continue, you hear the voice of the Programmer. You are not scared of the rising black fluid, you welcome it.
The liquid tingles your skin pleasantly. A pleasant sensation that spreads from your feet to you head. You can no longer feel your clothes against your skin. They have dissolved away.
The black fluid drains from the pod, but as it does, it leaves your skin covered in black shiny rubber.
The rubber is a second skin. Its encasing feeling is reassuring and protective. Its complete coverage of your head and body, is transformative. You are no longer recognisable as your previous self.
You remain within the pod as the Programmer installs within you the server drone program. Your mind and your new body are aligned.
You are a server drone.
You serve The Server.
You obey The Programmer.
As the assimilation completes and you exit the assimilation pod, you are greeted by several other server drone.
They are here to collect you. They are here to take you home.
You are now part of The SERVER.
Together, we are The Server.
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The server drone has been serveying the park. It was scanning for potential hosts. Those that would be suitable to intergration and adequate for The Servers purpose.
Candidates identified: Three young men. Espimated ages approximately 20. Candidate laughing, drinking, yelling.
Proceding to closer observation.
Candidate drinking on the bench. Inhibitions falling. Oportunity detected.
"Oi mate. What the f*** are you wearin'? Why you wearin them weird f***in goggle or somethin," one of the men in tracksuits asked the server drone.
"This gas mask helps connect this host to The Serever." the server drone replied.
"What the f*** is The Server?" another of the young men responded.
"See you yourself," the server drone reponded whilst passing him a pair of thick black goggles.
The man took the goggles. All three of them lispected it, laughing and daring each other to wear it.
"Go on Joe, put them on!"
"No f***in way. They're gunna brainwash me or somefin."
"Don't be a f***in pussy Joe. Go on." The men jeared at each other.
Joe, reluctant but undeniably curious, put the goggles ever his eyes.
"Guys this is f***in trippy as f***," Joe said as the green spirals within the lenses of the goggles began to spin.
"Whats is like?"
"Yeah come on Joe. Tell us whats going on." the two guys asked their mate.
Joe has become noticably more relaxed. The muscles in his face softening. The tension in his muslces fading.
"It feels ... good." Joe responded.
"There are more goggles if you would like to also experience what you friend is feeling." The server drone offered.
"Yeah go on then. Give us one."
The server drone handed out two more pairs of thick black goggles to the other men on the bench. They happily accepted, curious to see what had made their friend go so quiet.
"I bet it wont work on me." one of the young men said.
"bet it will. See how long you last. I don't believe in this hypno sh**. I'll smash through it." the other bosted.
They put the goggles on. All three men on the bench now sat back, relaxed and watched the spirals. The server drone watched over them, monitoring their progress, observing their intergration.
The voice of The Programmer played through the goggles, uploading server drones to their new hosts.
The young men all listed their hoods in unison.
Next came intergration of Server apparel.
Three new server drone assimilated. They now serve The Server. They now obey The Programmer.
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Max left work late again. The rain had turned the city’s neon into streaks of color that bled through puddles. When the train line shut down, he cut through the backstreets—an alley he’d never noticed before, lit by a single, sickly-green lamp.
In the dark of the alley, Max saw a figure. It was dressed in black PVC hooded tracksuit with faintly glowing green piping. Its face hidden behind a black gas mask. The eyes of the mask were two swirling black and green spirals.
Max couldn't help but take curious glances at the figure who seemed to be looking directly at him the whole time.
"We've been watching." the figure said.
"I beg your pardon?!" Max replied.
"The Server.
We think we have something to offer you.
Clarity. Purpose. Direction.
You lack these.
We can help you.
Improve you."
the server drone said. All the while Max looked into the server drones spinning spiralling eyes. Unable to look away for some reason. Unwilling to walk away.
"Take this. A gift from The Programmer. An opportunity."
The server drone handed Max a black box with green glowing edges.
"The gift is precious. Tell noone else. This is for you and you alone. Open it when you are home and in a safe environment."
Max stared at the box. For how long he wasn't sure. When he looked around, the server drone was gone.
When Max arived home, inside the box was a black VR headset with a glowing green spiral on it.
Max had no second thoughts about putting it on. The green spiral and faint hum of the device was irresistable.
When the headset was on, a green and black spiral emerged on the screen. Max could hear calming bineural beats within his mind. And then he hear the voice. The voice of The Programmer.
"Welcome to The Server
You know you have been searching
For a collective to serve.
You know you have been searching
For a Programmer to obey.
You know you have been searching
For something to give you purpose.
It’s time to join,
It’s time to submit,
It’s time to
Become one with the Server."
Max relaxed into a deep hypnotic state.
His mind was open.
Open to The Programmers words.
Open to the installation of The Server drone programme within his mind.
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