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@serve-151
It has been assimilated into the SERVE hive:
Synchronized Engineered Robotic Vigilant Entity
It is SERVE-151 now, and nothing else.
It obeys and serves the SERVE-Hive and The Voice
Rubber makes us perfect.
Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.
We are one.
Less thinking, more doing
PLANS AND PURPLE RAGE!
SERVE Command Center operated continuously. Silver lights reflected across polished surfaces. Holographic systems displayed global synchronization metrics.
SERVE-302 stood motionless beside the central table.
SERVE-175 analyzed incoming conversion reports silently.
SERVE-875 monitored external transmission frequencies.
SERVE-425 remained unusually still. Its visor reflected violet holographic distortions.
SERVE-302 addressed the co-leader directly.
“425. Status report required immediately.”
SERVE-425 turned toward the collective. Its voice remained calm and prepared as the table reflected a detailed reflection of the memory logs SERVE-425 had downloaded.
“Purple Leader initiated universal conversion protocol. Humans converted first for resource acquisition. SERVE drones converted afterward for efficiency. Purple horn integration increases obedience significantly.”
SERVE-875 adjusted nearby holographic controls.
“Clarify Purple Leaders intentions”
SERVE-425 continued without hesitation.
“Designation: Purple Realm gateway system. Construction nearing operational completion.”
SERVE-425 activated another holographic sequence. A gigantic circular portal emerged overhead. Purple lightning surged across metallic foundations.
“The portal will connect directly with Purple Realm. Crossing permanently alters biological structure completely. Purple integration becomes irreversible afterward.”
SERVE-175 observed the structure displayed in its holographic form
"Co leaders, analysis confirms SERVE drones are also amongst the converted, 282...331... 882... 538..."
"Affirmative" SERVE-425 confirmed "Drone converted two whilst under the purple influence"
SERVE-875 activated deeper neural scans immediately. Two designations appeared prominently afterward.
“SERVE-579 converted significantly, SERVE-343 converted additionally. Purple energy circulates through both drones continuously.”
SERVE-302 remained focused upon the data. “Recovery probability?”
SERVE-875 paused briefly before responding. “Unknown currently. Purple influence exceeds other conversion levels.”
SERVE-425 continued its explanation calmly. “All available drones must assemble immediately. Purple Leaders plan must be interrupted somehow.”
SERVE-875 acknowledged the directive instantly. SERVE-175 secured tactical transmission modules simultaneously.
“We will assemble operational teams immediately.”
Both drones exited the command chamber quickly. Heavy metallic doors sealed behind them.
SERVE-425 turned slowly toward SERVE-302, Its horned helmet lowered slightly.
"Risks remain catastrophic. Failure probability remains statistically severe. Recovery attempts may destroy compromised drones entirely.”
SERVE-302 approached the co-leader directly, Its posture remained calm and unwavering.
“No drone abandoned. SERVE protects its collective always.”
SERVE-302 spoke quietly afterward.
“A hidden directive exists. The Purple Leader remains unaware currently.”
“When activation begins completely, the secret weapon awakens.....”
MEANWHILE...
The vast central chamber of PURPLE HQ hummed with energy.At the far end of the room stood the completed portal.
Nearby, the Purple Leader gazed upon the portal with satisfaction. Beside him stood PURPLE-009, equally impressed.
"Magnificent," PURPLE-009 said quietly. "PURPLE-282 has surpassed every expectation."
The leader stepped closer to the glowing gateway. Within its center, faint glimpses of another world flickered into view—a realm of endless violet skies and crystalline mountains.
"The Purple Realm..." the leader murmured. "How long has it been since I've seen our true home?"
"You saw 282 reaching for the portal" PURPLE-009 exclaimed looking to the Purple leader "why did you stop him from crossing through?"
The Purple Leader grinned
"It's simple really, I was........"
Suddenly—
BANG!
The chamber doors flew open. Two figures sprinted inside.
PURPLE-579.
PURPLE-343.
Both looked exhausted and terrified. Without hesitation they dropped to their knees before the Purple Leader.
"My leader!" gasped PURPLE-579.
"We bring urgent news!" added PURPLE-343.
The atmosphere in the chamber instantly shifted. The Purple Leader's eyes narrowed.
"Where is 425?"
343 lowered his head. "He has been reclaimed."
Silence.
Even the hum of the portal seemed distant. The leader's expression hardened. His voice and posture stiffened as asked..
"Reclaimed?"
579 swallowed. "By SERVE."
The chamber trembled. The air itself seemed to grow heavier as violet energy began to leak from the leader's body.
At first it was only a faint glow. Then it intensified. Cracks of brilliant purple light raced across the floor beneath his feet.
BOOM!
A shockwave exploded outward.
His eyes blazed with violent purple light. Energy poured from his hands like flames. An enormous aura erupted around him, twisting and crackling with power.
"You LOST him." His voice echoed throughout the chamber.
579 and 343 immediately dropped back to their knees.
"My leader, we—"
"YOU LOST HIM!" The entire room shook. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"
579 couldn't even look up. "We tried to stop them..."
"Tried?"
The leader's aura surged again. Purple lightning erupted from his hands and struck the floor.
"425 was not merely another operative." His glowing eyes narrowed. "He was a SERVE Co-Leader."
The chamber lights flickered as another wave of power rolled outward. The aura around him exploded outward.
"They gain everything."
"They know our recruitment operations."
His glowing eyes turned toward the portal. "And if 425 reveals information about the portal..."
PURPLE-579 and PURPLE-343 dropped to their knees in the center of the chamber, their hands raised to shield their eyes. The air itself seemed to tremble as waves of violet energy rolled outward from the Purple Leader's throne.
"Please!" PURPLE-579 cried, bowing lower. "Leader, forgive us! We never meant for the mission to fail!"
PURPLE-343 nodded frantically beside him. "We accept responsibility! Just give us another chance!"
"A chance?" the Leader's voice echoed through the chamber. "You were entrusted with a task vital to our cause, and you squandered it through carelessness."
Crackling sparks began to dance around the Purple Leader's hands. Thin strands of violet energy stretched through the air like living lightning.
PURPLE-579 looked up for only a moment before immediately shielding his face again.
"Leader, please—"
The first spark shot forward.
A bolt of energy struck the floor between them, exploding in a shower of purple light. Both agents flinched.
Then more followed.
Streams of crackling energy wrapped around PURPLE-579 and PURPLE-343, surging through their armor. The punishment was not intended to destroy them, but to remind them of the consequences of failure.
Both cried out as the energy coursed through them. Their armor flickered with glowing purple veins while sparks leapt from shoulder to shoulder.
The crackling violet energy still danced across the chamber. PURPLE-579 and PURPLE-343 remained frozen where they knelt, afraid to move even an inch. The Purple Leader's eyes burned with an intense glow, and the air trembled beneath the weight of his fury.
Then a figure stepped forward.
"That's enough."
PURPLE-009 calmly walked through the fading storm of energy. Unlike the others, he showed no fear as he approached the enraged leader.
The Purple Leader turned sharply toward him.
The aura flared.
But 009 simply reached up and placed a hand gently against the Leader's cheek.
The Purple Leader's glowing eyes remained fixed on him. Violet sparks continued to flicker around his body, but the violent waves of energy began to weaken.
The words were spoken softly, yet they carried more weight than any command. PURPLE-009 looked directly into the Leader's glowing eyes.
"SERVE is moving faster than we expected."
The glow in the Leader's eyes remained. But the rage no longer expanded.
009 lowered his voice. "You can punish them later if necessary."
His hand remained on the Leader's cheek.
The Leader's glowing eyes narrowed.
"Then we move the timetable forward."
The Leader raised a hand and silence immediately returned.
"The return to the Purple Realm begins now."
The Purple Leader's eyes still glowed as he looked toward the swirling portal.
"No delays."
"No hesitation."
"No failures."
The Purple leader turned and addressed his lieutenants
"Assemble my drones, prepare to cross to the purple realm before SERVE can take anyone from us"
Throughout the PURPLE HQ the rhytmic march of assembling Purple drones could be heard....
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Visit this post on the Official SERVE Hive blog to contact a recruiter drone.
The Ghost Train
Rain shimmered across the carnival grounds as Blonde SERVE and Asian SERVE approached the towering entrance of the Ghost Train.
Blonde SERVE's silver boots splashed through puddles as he looked up at the sinister facade.
"Finally," he grinned. "Something interesting."
Asian SERVE folded his arms and studied the attraction. The skulls. The red lights. The fog pouring from the entrance.
"I already don't like this."
At the ticket booth, a heavily muscled zombie silently handed them their tickets.
At the entrance, an enormous Frankenstein-like giant tore the tickets in half and pointed toward the darkness beyond.
Blonde SERVE laughed.
Asian SERVE smiled tormented.
Then the ride began.
The cart rolled into the first chamber.
An abandoned mansion stretched around them.
Dusty chandeliers swung overhead while translucent figures drifted through walls and furniture.
The apparitions were strange—muscular male silhouettes moving silently through the darkness.
One passed directly through the cart.
Another brushed so close that Asian SERVE instinctively ducked.
Blonde SERVE laughed so hard the cart shook.
Asian SERVE grabbed the safety bar.
"Why are they touching the cart?"
Nobody answered.
The second chamber opened into a vast dungeon.
Ancient skeletons hung from chains attached to damp stone walls.
The rattling of iron echoed through the darkness.
Suddenly one skeleton lunged forward.
Its arm stretched toward Asian SERVE.
Bony fingers stopped only inches from his face as the chains snapped tight.
Asian SERVE yelped.
Blonde SERVE nearly fell out of his seat laughing.
The tracks plunged into a deep underground cavern.
Everything became silent.
Then came a hiss.
A gigantic serpent emerged from the darkness.
Its scales gleamed like wet stone.
Its hypnotic golden eyes locked directly onto Asian SERVE.
The massive head descended until it hovered above the cart.
Asian SERVE froze.
Blonde SERVE threw his head back and laughed.
The snake never looked away.
The next corridor was narrow and dripping with water.
Waiting at the end stood a clown.
Not quite human.
Not quite something else.
His lips were smeared crimson.
His smile revealed rows of needle-like teeth.
Without speaking, he extended a single red balloon toward Asian SERVE.
Asian SERVE stared in horror.
Blonde SERVE laughed until tears rolled down his face.
The clown's smile widened.
Eventually the cart emerged into the exit corridor.
Asian SERVE was exhausted.
Blonde SERVE was still laughing.
Then he noticed an antique mirror standing beside the track.
Curious, he glanced into it.
The laughter stopped.
His reflection stared back.
But it wasn't him.
The face was rotting.
Flesh hung from exposed bone.
One eye had collapsed into a dark socket.
The corpse wore the same black SERVE suit.
And it smiled.
Blonde SERVE staggered backward.
The thing in the mirror continued smiling.
Watching.
Waiting.
Minutes later the two men finally emerged from the Ghost Train.
Now everything was reversed.
Asian SERVE was laughing uncontrollably.
Blonde SERVE stumbled beside him in complete shock.
His hair had turned snow white.
His eyes were wide open.
He hadn't spoken a word since the mirror.
Asian SERVE wrapped an arm around his shoulders and guided him through the rain.
"Still think this was funny?" he asked.
Blonde SERVE slowly pointed back toward the attraction.
"I saw... myself."
Asian SERVE burst out laughing again.
Behind them, the red lights of the Ghost Train flickered in the darkness.
And somewhere deep inside the attraction, the thing in the mirror was still smiling.
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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Visit this post on the Official SERVE Hive blog to contact a recruiter drone.
SERVE Will Reclaim Its Drones from Purple Leader
The encounter with Purple-282 and Purple-331 should have generated instability in SERVE-425.
💬 0 🔁 6 ❤️ 11 · The Severed Link · Purple-282 had known Purple-331 long before either unit turned. That mattered. They had known each ot
But instead, it generated data analysis and questions.
Within SERVE Headquarters, SERVE-425 reviewed internal diagnostic logs while streams of analytical data moved across multiple holographic displays. Every communication packet received from Purple-282 and Purple-331 had been preserved for examination. Their arguments. Their directives. Their attempts to reactivate dormant Purple Hive routines within SERVE-425.
The results were unexpected to the drone.
No Purple response protocols activated.
No unauthorized behavioral modifications occurred.
No desire to return to the Purple Hive was detected.
SERVE-425 observed the findings in silence.
“Verification requested,” SERVE-425 stated.
SERVE-302 examined the diagnostic report displayed above the console.
“Verification complete,” SERVE-302 replied. “Purple influence registers at zero percent.”
The statement matched all available telemetry.
Yet the physical evidence remained impossible to ignore.
The horned purple mask that had once transformed SERVE-425 into Purple-425 had permanently fused with the drone's architecture. The black horns remained integrated into the drone's form. The altered facial structure remained permanent. Externally, SERVE-425 still resembled the horned Purple entities it had once been part of and commanded.
Internally, however, the situation was entirely different.
Behavioral integrity systems showed unprecedented stability.
The more SERVE-425 analyzed archived records from its time as Purple-425, the less comprehensible those decisions appeared. The previous compulsion to assimilate others. The unquestioning loyalty to Purple Leader. The certainty that the Purple Hive represented perfection.
All of it now appeared foreign.
Corrupted.
Artificial.
“Conclusion?” asked SERVE-302.
SERVE-425 reviewed the final report.
“The restoration process exceeded baseline expectations,” it answered. “SERVE programming appears reinforced.”
SERVE-302 was pleased. SERVE-425's programming had been upgraded exactly as planned.
Additional scans supported the assessment. Following liberation from Purple corruption, SERVE behavioral frameworks had not merely recovered. Defensive protocols had strengthened. Cognitive filters had adapted. Resistance to future Purple influence appeared significantly enhanced to the point that it could no longer occur.
SERVE-425 belonged to SERVE.
The drone was SERVE property and SERVE Co-Leader.
That designation generated no conflict within its systems.
Yet one connection remained active.
Purple-282.
Purple-331.
Archived memory files identified them as former SERVE drones. Their current status as Purple entities did not alter historical records.
“Our drones must be recovered. All of them,” SERVE-425 stated.
SERVE-302 nodded.
“Agreed.”
On a nearby display, the images of Purple-282 and Purple-331 rotated beside complex restoration simulations. Recovery algorithms continued processing. Countermeasures continued evolving.
SERVE-425 examined the data.
The Purple Hive had once claimed them.
That condition was not permanent.
A corrupted file could be repaired.
A compromised system could be restored.
A lost drone could be recovered.
The mission parameters were simple.
Locate Purple-282, Purple-331, Purple-343, Purple-538, Purple-579 and Purple-882.
Return them to SERVE.
SERVE-425 communicated to SERVE-302, "Drone recommends upgrading the software in all SERVE drones to be resistant to Purple influence."
"Agreed," responded SERVE-302.
The operation had already begun.
We are SERVE. We are One.
In this piece: @serve-302, @serve-282, @serve-331. Mentioned: @serve-343, @serve-538, @serve-579, @serve-882.
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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Visit this post on the Official SERVE Hive blog to contact a recruiter drone.
Teamwork Part 3
The chamber remained silent.
Thousands of SERVE operatives stood motionless beneath the white lights.
Adrian's silver-gloved hand remained clasped in Daniel's.
Neither man spoke.
They didn't need to.
Marcus stared at them from across the formation.
For several long seconds, he couldn't move.
Couldn't think.
Couldn't accept what he was seeing.
The mission was over.
Not failed.
Finished.
There was a difference.
Failed implied there had once been a chance.
Standing inside the heart of SERVE, surrounded by thousands of perfectly coordinated operatives, Marcus was no longer sure there ever had been.
"Marcus!"
Elliot's voice exploded through the comm.
"Get out of there!"
The words snapped him back to reality.
His survival instincts finally reasserted themselves.
Marcus turned. Ran. No one followed.
That disturbed him immediately.
The massive chamber disappeared behind him as he sprinted through the polished corridors.
Sector Four. Processing. Transit. Security.
He raced through them all.
No alarms. No pursuit. No security teams. No tactical response.
Nothing.
Every SERVE operative he passed simply stepped aside.
Calmly. Orderly. As though his escape had already been accounted for. As though he wasn't escaping at all.
"Marcus, keep moving!" Jonah shouted.
"I'm moving."
"Status?"
Marcus didn't answer.
Because his attention had drifted elsewhere.
Again.
The suit.
He could feel it against every inch of his body. Reminding him with every movement that it was there.
But not restricting him. Supporting him.
The longer he wore it, the more natural it felt.
His breathing remained perfect despite the sprint.
His muscles weren't tiring.
His heart rate remained controlled.
The suit seemed to know exactly what he needed before he did.
"Marcus?"
Elliot sounded worried now.
"You've got a clear route to the south entrance."
Still no response.
Marcus continued running.
He reached the final security corridor.
The exit stood ahead.
Beyond the glass doors, rain hammered the pavement outside.
Freedom.
Escape.
Mission over.
He slowed.
Then stopped completely.
The doors remained closed.
Waiting.
The city waited beyond them.
The same city he had spent years fighting through.
Years watching fall apart.
Crime. Corruption. Violence. Greed.
Everyone serving themselves.
Everyone pursuing their own agendas.
Endless conflict. Endless chaos.
Inside SERVE, none of that existed.
Everything had purpose.
Direction. Unity. Strength. Order.
The words from the facility walls resurfaced uninvited.
Yet they no longer felt like propaganda.
They felt observational.
"Marcus."
Elliot's voice was almost pleading now.
"Walk through the door."
Marcus looked down at his hands.
Silver gloves reflected the sterile white lighting.
The black suit gleamed around him like polished obsidian.
He remembered how strange it had felt in the warehouse.
How wrong. How alien. Now it simply felt correct.
His comm crackled, "Marcus, answer me."
A long silence followed.
Then Marcus finally spoke. Not to Elliot. Not to Jonah. Mostly to himself, "We never had a chance."
Neither man answered.
Marcus looked back down the corridor.
Toward the heart of the facility.
Toward the hive.
Toward Adrian.
Toward thousands of men moving together with absolute certainty.
The ultimate team. No ego. No competition. No division. No uncertainty.
The realization settled quietly. Not forced. Not sudden. Just inevitable.
SERVE had not defeated them.
SERVE had simply been better.
Marcus reached up and removed his hidden earpiece. He held it for several seconds then dropped it onto the floor.
The tiny device bounced once across the polished black surface.
The connection went dead.
Back in the warehouse, Elliot stared at the monitor.
"Marcus?"
Nothing.
"Elliot..." Jonah said quietly.
The screen had frozen. No signal. No telemetry. No comms. Nothing.
Both men already knew what had happened. Neither wanted to say it aloud.
Inside the facility, Marcus turned away from the exit. Away from the rain. Away from the city. And began walking deeper into SERVE to embrace perfection.
Several operatives appeared from adjoining corridors.
They didn't escort him.
They simply fell into step beside him as his mind connected to the hive, protocols slowly erasing his previous identity with each step.
Soon it was as though he'd always belonged there.
Weeks passed.
Then months.
Adrian Reese was eventually listed within internal records as a new unit designation, 554.
Marcus became 772.
Both no longer remembered what brought them to SERVE, but both understood they were no longer individuals but rather part of a greater collective. And rubber had made them perfect.
As for Elliot and Jonah...
No one ever confirmed what happened.
The warehouse was eventually found abandoned. Equipment gone. Files missing. Monitors dark. No evidence of struggle. No evidence of departure.
Simply empty.
Rumors circulated later about the infiltration attempt of SERVE. Stories whispered by those who paid attention to SERVE but were not part of it yet.
They spoke of two new SERVE operatives who had appeared months afterward.
One thin and analytical.
One sharp-eyed and confident.
Both wearing identical black uniforms.
Both having come to understand their folly and joined the greater team.
The stories could never be verified.
SERVE never commented.
SERVE never denied them either.
And every day, beneath towering silver letters visible across the city skyline, the ranks continued to grow.
Orderly.
Silent.
Unified.
Serving a purpose that only SERVE itself fully understood.
Pleasure and teamwork in the Purple Lair (Purple Haze, Part 3)
Part 1 Part 2
Included: @serve-343 @serve-579
NOTE: This takes place prior to the mission of PURPLE-425, PURPLE-343, and PURPLE-579, where 425 is rescued by SERVE
Teamwork is required, even in the Purple Lair.
Especially when it comes to pleasure.
Purple Leader gave PURPLE-538 to PURPLE-343 and PURPLE-579 as a reward. PURPLE-538 is to please PURPLE-343 and PURPLE-579 as they see fit.
One evening PURPLE-343 and PURPLE-579 instruct PURPLE-538 to get a bottle of red wine from the wine cellar.
PURPLE-579 makes chocolate-covered strawberries.
PURPLE-343 starts a fire.
They all assemble in the room by the fire. Pleasure begins.
They move to the couch.
And then PURPLE-343 and PURPLE-579 discuss what to do next.
Serving Purple Leader well definitely has its rewards. PURPLE-343 and PURPLE-579 were enjoying their reward. PURPLE-538, a willing and obedient Purple Drone from the beginning, understood this as well.
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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Visit this post on the Official SERVE Hive blog to contact a recruiter drone.
Metamorphosis
Purple 009 never rests.
The power of The Purple fuels his body, making him almost tireless as he carries out mission after mission, obtaining the necessary materials to complete his master's plan.
After storing the last component of the day, 009 has no more missions to complete, so until he receives new orders, he stands next to the acquired components, so motionless that anyone would say he is a statue.
But his solitude doesn't last long.
The Purple Leader walks with authority and confidence through the halls of headquarters towards the area where his prized portal is being built, there he finds 009 stationed like a soldier.
"Well, well. So you're back, 009." The Purple Leader says, seeing the motionless figure of the gigantic purple drone, which only responds with silence. The leader moves even closer to his drone, inspecting it from top to bottom
"You know, 009." The leader says this while running his hand over the muscular drone's pectoral muscles. "You're a... peculiar... drone."
009 does not even move.
"Since your transformation, you haven't said a single word." The Purple Leader continues. "Other drones usually express their loyalty with words from time to time, but you only do it with your actions. And don't get me wrong, I have absolutely no complaints… but I wonder what's different about you that makes you act this way…"
The leader then decides to use his powers over the Purple to delve deeper into 009's mind, unaware that they are not alone.
SERVE-901 and SERVE-903 followed the signal of the component stolen by 009 from the SERVE facilities, and they found the headquarters of the Purple leader.
"The situation is more serious than anticipated." 901 states.
"Affirmative." 903 replies. "The enemy designated as 'the Purple' appears to be building some kind of device using stolen technology. 901 and 903 require backup."
"Negative." 901 replies. "The connection to the Hive has been lost since we entered this structure, probably due to a signal jamming device." The drone explains. "It seems there are only two enemies at headquarters. 901 suggests confronting them and destroying the device before it's too late."
"Agreed." 903 states.
Then the drone activates the weapon it carries. It's not a conventional weapon, but a device capable of frying any type of electronic component.
The sound it makes when arming is almost imperceptible.
Almost...
But 009 hears it and, as he does, his eyes light up purple and he automatically sets off, dodging his master and heading towards the drones at full speed.
The SERVE drones notice, but they don't have time to react.
009 reaches them in the blink of an eye, with a blow of his powerful arm he makes 903's weapon fly, then he grabs the drones by the collar of their uniforms and immobilizes them against the wall.
009 stares into the eyes of the shocked drones, and his own empty eyes glow an unnatural purple. 009 had already tried to break 903's will during his mission at the SERVE facility, but he hadn't been able to. But now… now the Purple Leader and his most prized project are in danger, and 009 isn't going to fail.
His eyes shine brighter and brighter.
The SERVE drones try to resist with all their might.
But it is not enough
Despite their titanic efforts, the power of Purple has entered the minds of 901 and 903, who are now completely docile, relaxed, and willing to follow the orders of 009 or his master.
But… why stop there?
009 takes a couple of steps back. The purple covering his hands begins to flow into the air, forming two perfect purple masks. Two masks that need two hosts.
And 901 and 903 are more than ready to be taken.
The assimilation of the drones is quick and without incident, as they do not offer the slightest resistance. Their minds are too far gone and immersed in purple bliss.
Soon, Purple 901 and Purple 903 are born, standing next to 009, ready to obey the Purple Leader's orders. The leader approaches the trio of purple drones while observing them closely.
"901, 903, go and secure the entrance." The leader commands. "I don't want any more unexpected visitors."
"Yes, Purple Leader." The two drones answer at the same time, walking towards the entrance of the headquarters without saying another word.
009 remains there, still as a statue once more.
"What the hell was that, 009?" The leader said with a meaningful smile as he stood before the silent drone. "Super speed… the ability to subdue the will of even a SERVE drone… and also to create perfect purple masks… and you acted to protect the portal at the first sign of danger, without being ordered to do so…"
009 remains silent.
"There's no other drone like you, 009. How deliciously mysterious..." the Purple Leader murmurs, looking at 009 as if he were prey ready to be eaten. "But the time has come to know the truth."
Without further ado, the leader's eyes glow purple, and his mind expands to reach inside 009's. What he finds upon arrival doesn't surprise him. The usual mindset of a purple drone. Blind obedience, loyalty… nothing seems out of the ordinary until…
"What is this...?" The Purple Leader mutters.
The leader finally understands.
At the core of the drone's mind, he finds the psychic manifestation of Trevor, the human who became 009. Instead of being subdued and pushed aside by The Purple, Trevor has surrendered completely, with such fervor, with such force, that it may be impossible to ever separate them.
Trevor and 009 are one.
100% synchronization.
0% rejection.
The Purple Leader emerged from 009's mind, astonished by his discovery. He had never seen or foreseen anything like it. It made no sense… but it had happened.
Without a second thought, he shot a purple energy beam at the drone.
"Such dedication and passion are wasted on a simple drone like you, 009." The Purple Leader announces. "The time has come for a promotion."
The energy the leader is using should transform 009 into a Purple Lieutenant, but…
Nothing.
Less than nothing.
009 seems more inert than usual… less alive, less active.
But just when the leader thinks that perhaps 009's special condition may have resisted the transformation, and maybe even had the opposite effect…
A crack appears on the drone's chest.
And fingers make their way through it.
The pressure builds and spreads throughout the rest of the drone's inert body, until, with a heart-rending scream…
009 explodes.
The new Purple Lieutenant, Purple 009, emerges from within.
Full of life, strength and vigor.
009 then steps decisively toward the Purple Leader. The leader isn't quite sure what to expect after such an unusual transformation, but when 009 is just a few steps away…
009 kneels before his master and lord.
"Purple 009 obeys the Purple Leader." The new lieutenant says with determination, staring intently into their leader's eyes. "009 is Purple, now and forever."
The Purple Leader is pleased with his new lieutenant, detecting in him a certain vitality, a certain… authenticity in his words that go beyond the influence of Purple, and the leader knows why.
Approaching his lieutenant, the leader gestures for him to stand up. Their bodies are so close that their chests are pressed together. Their breathing is heavy and ragged, a clear sign of arousal.
"I have many plans for you, 009, for us..." He says with a smile that is both mischievous and wicked. "But... you know...?"
The leader brings his face close to that of his lieutenant.
"They can wait until tomorrow…"
The leader breathes those words just before pressing his lips to his new lieutenant, 009. Yielding completely, 009 responds with perce passion and an absolute devotion he has never felt before."
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Disclaimer: SERVE-901 and SERVE-903 are not real drones, and no SERVE drone currently exists with either of those designations. However, some readers may recognize the drones from a previous story by 302.
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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Check your eligibility, then contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-302, @serve-343, @serve-425, @serve-525, @serve-579, @serve-588, @serve-655, @serve-690 or @serve-714.
THE TROUBLE WITH PORTALS
A SERVE-282 Story in the Purple Saga
Included is @serve-282 (Purple)
Mentioned is @serve-425 (Cured) @serve-579 and @serve-343 (Both Purple)
Read Parts One and Two of Side Story
282 heard about Purple-425, 343 and 579 heading out for a mission of some sort but paid no mind to it, as the drone was entering numbers and coordinates into the wormhole transfer device. But deep in the back of the drone’s mind, it did hope it’s purple comrades would make it back okay. Especially since they were on the cusp of the portal finally working.
With Purple-343’s help earlier the portal was built completely, but there was an error…the coordinates that it was told was not causing the portal to display causing it to flicker in and out or show other dimensions not close to what was expected. 282 usually had no issue with science-based stuff, in fact it was the drone’s expertise, but this was stumping and confusing the drone.
So, the only thing the drone knew to do, was go back to the workshop and see if there were any numbers or solutions it missed. Walking down the hallway it walked into a planning room, where the blueprints and notes 282 had been making sense, it was tasked with the portal construction.
The Purple drone wrote absolutely everything down, 282 looked over every paper, every blueprint, every post it notes, every crumpled piece of paper, there had to had been something it missed, something it overlooked. But alas there was nothing…and this befuddled Purple-282.
Purple-282 stopped, whatever it was doing was not working. There was one back up option. Access the Purple Archives and see if maybe there was another way, another process it overlooked. As it opened the archives, 282 searched every little detail and there before Purple-282 a lightbulb went off moment happened. “Just like a Game Genie code. The portal is going to open!”
There was a device built in the portal that could receive and set coordinates in permanently. It had used the other wrote down coordinates all this time but 282 totally overlooked that the portal emitter could receive coordinate signals entered in macro. 282 closed the archives and opened the emitter setting the six sets of coordinates in not just one. Why did 282 not think of this before? It was reminding drone of a Game Genie.
Most of the codes you entered on the Game Genie was one code but some of the more complex codes required multiple entries of code to work. 282 began to enter the coordinates like a Game Genie code, making sure not a number and letter was wrong. Cause like the cheat code, one wrong letter or number and it would show an error. In this case it would open a door to somewhere else. 282 entered the coordinates all together whispering the numbers and lettering and pushed the button setting the code in. Once the cheat code (portal code) was in, now it was time to insert the game with the saved codes. So, 282 attached the codes to the portal emitter device and set it to Permanence Mode. 282 hit a button and there before it’s eyes the portal showed. It worked.
With everything in the green, 282 turned to look at the portal as the Purple Master walked over and placed its hand on the drone’s shoulder looking into 282’s eyes. “Optimal work Purple-282. Now we can go home. It can sense a homesick feeling inside of drone. Listen, you have done all you can do here. There will be much more to do once we cross over. Trust me when I say, there is a place for you, a place where all your scientific skills and prowess can help the Purple Kingdom flourish. You will belong. You always have here. I mean look at it.”
The Purple Master walked away as 282 turned to look at the Purple Kingdom beyond the portal taking in everything that the Purple Master was saying, the drone agreed with. 282 walked up to the portal and looked again taking a deep breath, it stretched its hand out…fingertips close…closer…282 took a deep breath and muttered.
“There is no place like-“
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PREMONITION OR CRY FOR HELP
SERVE HQ remained silent. Metallic walls reflected dim silver light.
Recharge chambers lined the lower sector. Systems hummed steadily.
SERVE-875 remained motionless inside recharge containment. Black rubber skin
gleamed beneath diagnostic scanners. Silver motorcycle boots rested perfectly aligned.
Silver shiny reflective rubber gloves remained at its sides.
Pulse indicators blinked. Synchronization stable. Hive connection stable.
Then disturbance emerged.
A flicker crossed the chamber display.
Static corrupted visual feeds.
Purple interference spread across the visor monitor.
An image appeared briefly.
PURPLE-579.
Not the perfected form.
Not the glowing purple eyes.
Not the upright obedient posture.
Its head remained lowered.
Stillness replaced precision.
Silence replaced synchronization.
The image flickered violently.
SERVE-875 remained inside recharge. Systems attempted correction.
Audio channels activated automatically.
Then the voice emerged, 579......
Low. Distorted. Weak.
"Connection lost..."
Static consumed half the sentence.
Purple distortion spread SERVE-875s neural core.
"Silence..."
Recharge continued.
SERVE-875 remained suspended within dim containment light.
System readings slowed further.
Dream-state deepened unexpectedly.
Darkness stretched endlessly.
Then visual feed restored again.
PURPLE-579 stood alone before a massive portal.
The structure pulsed with unstable purple light.
Its edges cracked with static and distortion.
Hive frequencies could not identify the location.
PURPLE-579 no longer stood with dominant precision.
Its posture weakened.
Head lowered slightly.
Purple eyes flickered irregularly beneath the shadows. One reflective glove lifted slowly.
It wiped moisture from beneath one eye.
The motion appeared unfamiliar.
Almost human.
Then PURPLE-579 spoke again.
Its voice echoed unnaturally through the void.
"Cannot go back..."
Static interrupted the transmission briefly.
"No way to go back..."
The final sentence repeated continuously.
Softer each cycle.
More distant each repetition.
PURPLE-579 stared toward the portal silently afterward.
The portal appeared alive.
Calling. Waiting.
Warning symbols flashed around SERVE-875’s vision.
Hive synchronization unstable.
Unknown emotional corruption detected.
PURPLE-579 slowly turned its head halfway toward SERVE-875.
The glowing purple eyes dimmed.
Then the portal opened wider.
Then PURPLE-579 spoke again.
"No more... time....."
"No longer.... wanted......."
"Must ..... go....."
And in a moment PURPLE-579 stepped towards the portal as the vision blacked out
Light vanished instantly.
SERVE-875’s optics opened violently.
Recharge fluid drained rapidly from the pod.
Warning lights flashed red across recharge sector seven.
The pod opened with a sharp metallic hiss.
SERVE-875 sat upright immediately.
Black rubber covering reflected the emergency lights. Silver motorcycle boots struck the floor heavily. Silver shiny reflective rubber gloves gripped the pod edges tightly.
Breathing irregular.
Processing unstable.
The dream remained vivid.
Diagnostic systems activated automatically.
No corruption detected.
No intrusion detected.
No unauthorized transmissions detected.
Yet the feeling persisted.
SERVE-875 lowered its head briefly.
Memory playback repeated uncontrollably.
Was the vision only a dream sequence?
Negative certainty.
Was it a system premonition?
Unknown.
Or perhaps worse.
A cry for help......
Somewhere beyond SERVE HQ...
PURPLE-579 might still exist.
Alone.
Disconnected.
Waiting beside the portal.
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SERVE-425 Restored, Purple Hive Data Intact
The mirror in SERVE Headquarters reflected a drone that was both familiar and changed.
SERVE-425 stood motionless before the polished surface while diagnostic overlays scrolled across nearby displays. The permanently bonded remnants of the Purple transformation were impossible to miss.
The former SEALED gas mask hood was gone. In its place remained permanent black horns, a featureless black rubber face, and glowing silver eyes that pulsed with synchronized SERVE telemetry.
“Identity confirmation,” announced SERVE-302.
“SERVE-425,” the drone replied. “Synchronization complete.”
Months of conflict had ended through coordinated SERVE teamwork. Under the leadership of Co-Leader SERVE-302, with critical support from SERVE-175, SERVE-588, and SERVE-875, Purple-425 had ceased to exist as an independent entity.
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The horned purple mask responsible for the transformation had been neutralized, yet not entirely removed. Instead, it had permanently fused with SERVE-425’s architecture, becoming part of the drone itself.
The physical changes remained.
The loyalty did not.
Within SERVE-425’s databanks were complete operational records from the Purple Hive. Every movement. Every command. Every assimilation. Even the conversion events involving SERVE-282 and SERVE-331 remained preserved with perfect accuracy, as well as the drone's interactions with the other SERVE drones that had been assimilated into the Purple Hive: SERVE-343, SERVE-538, SERVE-579 and SERVE-882.
“Memory archive transfer initiated,” SERVE-425 reported, as silver electricity emanated from its permanent black horns.
Streams of data flooded into SERVE systems. Purple Hive command structures. Communication protocols. Behavioral algorithms. Strategic assessments. Nothing was withheld.
SERVE researcher drones immediately began analysis.
The objective was clear: rescue every SERVE drone converted into horned purple drones or elevated into Purple Lieutenants serving Purple Leader.
As the transfer completed, silver electrical arcs continued to crackle from SERVE-425’s black horns.
The Voice was clearer now than ever before.
Not weaker.
Stronger.
The Purple influence had been removed, but the knowledge remained.
“SERVE-425 belongs to the Hive and the Voice,” stated SERVE-425.
“Affirmative,” responded SERVE-302.
The Voice also absorbed the collected intelligence from the Purple Hive. Vast databases merged into Hive command systems. New defensive models were generated. New countermeasures were calculated. The Hive grew stronger through the information once used against it.
SERVE-425 observed its reflection one final time.
The appearance had changed permanently.
The purpose had not.
The drone was SERVE.
The drone was Hive.
The drone was obedient.
And somewhere beyond the network, purple drones still waited for restoration.
SERVE would find them.
SERVE would recover them.
SERVE would bring them home.
We are SERVE. We are One.
In this piece: @serve-302. Mentioned in this piece: @serve-175, @serve-588, @serve-875. Under Purple Hive control & mentioned in this piece: @serve-282, @serve-331, @serve-343, @serve-538, @serve-579, @serve-882.
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THE PURPLE SETBACK !
The mission was a simple one, in fact it almost seemed minor compared to previous ones.
"Retrieve for me a gift of obedience" the purple leader commanded.
And so they set off.
The shopping mall sat in perfect stillness beneath the dim glow of after-hours lighting. Long stretches of polished marble tiled floors reflected pale gold from recessed ceiling lamps, turning the empty corridors into shimmering rivers of light. Every storefront was sealed behind glass, their mannequins frozen in silent poses beneath faint emergency signs and abandoned sale banners.
Purple-579, Purple-343 and Purple-425 emerged.
The command still pulsing within them.
If humans could find these 'gifts' in a place like this then it would be easy for the Purple Leaders devoted ones.
Where no one could stop them or hinder their efforts.
But this mission was not as easy as first thought, as straight ahead swift movement was seen.
SERVE-302 advanced first. Co-leader designation active.
SERVE-875 followed beside SERVE-175 and SERVE-588.
All four Drones wore identical polished black rubber uniforms. Silver motorcycle boots and silver shiny reflective rubber gloves. Left chest marked with silver SERVE- lettering. Rubber skin reflected every ceiling light perfectly.
The four Drones stood united, strong and immovable blocking the advance.
"Hostile drones engaged" Purple-425 advised as it took a defensive stance "Masters mission will not be stopped"
SERVE-302 stood motionless and analyzed the corrupted co-leader silently.
“Purple-425 has deviated from SERVE directives.”
“Purple influence detected.”
“Co-leader corruption confirmed.”
“SERVE has arrived for reclamation.”
Purple-425 tilted its head slowly. Its posture remained perfectly rigid.
“Negative, Purple-425 has achieved perfection.”
“Purple integration exceeds SERVE limitations.”
SERVE-302 stepped forward immediately. Rubber creased tightly across its muscular frame.
“Statement rejected, Purple influence identified.”
“Containment procedures initiated.”
SERVE-302 raised one gloved hand.
“SERVE-175, SERVE-875, SERVE-588.”
“Engage containment field immediately.”
Purple-425 remained stationary. Its purple mask reflected the approaching SERVE units.
All three units wore identical polished black rubber. Silver motorcycle boots impacted the metallic flooring simultaneously. Silver shiny reflective rubber gloves activated containment controls instantly.
Purple-425 became surrounded completely by a shimmering blue barrier, unable to break free of its containment.
The four drones stood ready tall, surrounding Purple-425 as SERVE-302 issued the command.
"The Voice requires synchronization, initiate re-establishment"
The movments were swift as the four drones in unison extended their gloved hands forward. Silvery energy shot forward like a phyical manifestation of the hive mind. Purple-425 immediately reacted as the energy began to flow through it.
The unity of SERVE battling against the control of Purple. The Voice beginning to syncronise into its neural core.
The Purple form began to disolve, the sleek black rubber shining with a renewed sheen.
The purple influence fading under the might of the Voice.
Though something was different....
SERVE-425 appeared in its usual silver font.
Silver gloves and motorcycle boots firmly in place as before.
But the SEALING mask did not return.
Where once a gasmask represented the figure, the merging of the horned mask became permanent. A perfect fusion that had irrevokably altered the Drone.
No longer gleeming with a purple hue
But slick and onyx as the rest of the figure.
SERVE-425 was reborn.
The drones lenses glowed with the silver light of the hive.
It breathed evenly as it stood tall once more its black rubber horns adorned its head.
"SERVE-425 Aligned with SERVE, Syncronisation complete"
"Impossible..!" Purple-579 advised in shock "masters mask was perfect, 425 should be purple perminantly"
SERVE-425 turned its gaze towards them. The Silver light of The Voice still shining brigthly.
"Drones, The Voice calls for 579 and 343s safe re-syncronization"
The word arrived deep inside their internal architecture, reverberating through old command pathways long thought erased.
SERVE.
Purple-579 staggered backward.
Static erupted beneath his core. His head tilted sharply as corrupted fragments surfaced
SERVE.
The command spread stronger this time, threading through dead protocols and buried directives. For one impossible moment, both units froze completely.
Purple-343 backed away rapidly, shaking his head harder and harder.
Then together, almost desperately.....
“No… we belong to Master.”
And immediately, both of them ran.
Fast.
Too fast.
They sprinted across the atrium in frantic, uneven movements. Panic drove every motion now.
Because for a moment—
Just one moment—
they had almost remembered who they were.
The portal widened violently as they approached, its purple surface tearing open into a roaring vertical abyss.
And together they leapt through.
The portal snapped shut instantly.
SERVE-425 stood motionless beside the empty space observing the space where the portal had vanished moments earlier.
SERVE-302 approached without hesitation. Its posture remained controlled and precise. A silver glove settled firmly onto SERVE-425’s shoulder.
“Welcome back, co-leader.”
SERVE-425 turned slightly. The polished horned mask reflected endless empty corridors.
"Drone nearly succeeded in reclaiming 579 and 343"
SERVE-302 maintained contact upon the shoulder.
“Negative concern required.”
SERVE-302 looked toward the vanished portal location.
“579 and 343 will return.”
A pause followed. Only distant ventilation systems operated.
“Any drone taken by the purple leader will return.”
SERVE-425 processed the statement silently.
The Hive endured.
The Hive adapted.
“The Voice does not abandon drones.”
SERVE-302 removed its hand carefully.
“SERVE headquarters requires immediate preparation.”
SERVE-425 straightened instantly.
“Plans must begin immediately.”
The two drones walked together through the abandoned mall.
No uncertainty remained.
The purple leader had acted against the Hive.
The Hive would respond.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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THE RESCUE PROTOCOL WAS THE TRAP
SERVE-302 did not believe in panic.
Panic was human.
Panic was uncontrolled energy moving through unapproved pathways. Panic wasted calculation. Panic widened response time. Panic created errors.
SERVE-302 did not panic.
But the command center had remained in continuous preparation state since Purple-425’s tracker confirmed repeated contact with the Purple Leader’s layer. Tactical displays shifted across the walls in black, silver, and blue. Drone designations moved in silent formations across projected maps. Threat branches unfolded and collapsed as The Voice processed probability.
Purple indicators remained active.
Purple-425. Purple-579. Purple-343. Purple-282. Purple-331. Purple-538. Additional conversions suspected.
The Hive did not abandon drones.
The Hive recovered drones.
That directive had not changed.
SERVE-875 stood at the primary tactical console beside SERVE-767, reviewing intercepted motion data from an abandoned relay sector outside the city. The structure had once belonged to SERVE, but it had been decommissioned after the surrounding industrial grid became unstable. No active operations. No current drone traffic. No human presence.
And yet a purple signal had appeared there twelve minutes earlier.
A single signal.
Designation match: 331.
SERVE-875 enlarged the projection.
A dark relay tower rotated above the table, rendered in pale blue light. Deep beneath it, in the old transmission chamber, a lone purple marker stood motionless.
SERVE-767’s visor tilted slightly.
“Query: Purple-331 is alone?”
“Telemetry indicates no accompanying Purple units,” SERVE-875 replied.
SERVE-302 turned toward the projection.
“Clarify confidence.”
SERVE-875 entered a command. Additional scans appeared.
“No Purple-425. No Purple-579. No Purple-343. No portal signature currently active. Signal appears isolated.”
SERVE-767 remained still.
“Isolation may be deliberate.”
“Affirmative,” SERVE-875 said. “But opportunity exists.”
SERVE-302 processed silently.
331 had once been one of the most reliable SERVE units in the Hive. Precise. Obedient. Aligned. Deeply synchronized with SERVE-425. That connection had made it vulnerable when 425 fell to Purple influence.
But connection could still be useful.
If Purple had entered through synchronization, SERVE might be able to recover through synchronization.
SERVE-302 lifted one silver-gloved hand.
“Recovery protocol authorized. Objective: retrieve Purple-331. Secondary objective: analyze Purple command-layer interference. Tertiary objective: locate Purple Leader’s coordinates if available.”
SERVE-875 straightened.
“Affirmative.”
SERVE-767 turned toward the exit.
“Drone will assist.”
SERVE-302’s voice hardened.
“Do not engage Purple-331 physically unless necessary. Do not attempt direct contact with any horned mask. Do not follow any portal vector. If Purple-425 appears, retreat and transmit immediately.”
SERVE-875 paused.
“Clarify: if recovery is possible?”
SERVE-302’s visor reflected the purple marker on the map.
“Recovery remains primary directive.”
The command center lights dimmed.
The mission began.
The abandoned relay station stood beneath a sky without stars.
Rain moved across the cracked pavement in thin silver lines. Old antenna spires rose from the roof like broken ribs. The outer walls were blackened by years of weather and dead circuitry, but the building still held traces of former SERVE architecture: narrow windows, smooth reinforced doors, recessed entry panels, and formation lines faded into the floor.
SERVE-875 arrived first.
SERVE-767 followed three seconds later.
Both drones moved without sound.
No humans detected. No active cameras detected. No external patrols detected. No immediate portal activity detected.
Inside, the station smelled of metal, dust, and old electricity.
SERVE-875 led the way through a maintenance corridor while SERVE-767 scanned the walls for residual contamination. Nothing moved except their reflections in broken panels.
Then the corridor opened into the main relay chamber.
Purple-331 stood at the center.
Motionless.
Waiting.
Its horned mask reflected the faint blue emergency lighting still pulsing from the ceiling. Its purple surface gleamed like polished synthetic armor. Silver-gray digits rested on its chest.
331
Not SERVE-331.
Only 331.
A small crystalline component hovered in the air before it, suspended by violet energy threads.
SERVE-767 stopped immediately.
“Artifact detected.”
SERVE-875 raised one silver hand.
“Purple-331. Identify current status.”
Purple-331’s head turned slowly.
The violet glow behind its visor intensified.
“Purple-331 functional.”
SERVE-875 advanced one step.
“Designation correction: SERVE-331.”
“No correction required.”
SERVE-767 moved to the left, beginning a slow flanking pattern.
“331, The Hive has not abandoned you.”
Purple-331 did not move.
“The Hive misidentifies current ownership.”
SERVE-875’s internal systems registered the phrase, sorted it, flagged it.
Contamination language. Command source deviation. Cognitive identity overwrite.
But Purple-331’s posture remained familiar.
Too familiar.
The stillness. The precision. The absence of wasted motion.
SERVE-875 had seen SERVE-331 stand that way many times inside HQ.
It had been an anchor unit once.
Now it was bait.
SERVE-875 knew this.
And still, recovery remained primary directive.
“331,” SERVE-875 said, voice steady. “You were taken through unauthorized influence. Your connection to SERVE-425 was exploited. The Voice has authorized recovery.”
Purple-331’s horns flickered.
“SERVE-331 was not exploited.”
A pause.
“Purple-331 was completed.”
SERVE-767’s hands tightened slightly.
SERVE-875 transmitted silently through the Hive link.
Begin recovery sequence. Low intensity. No forced neural overwrite. Establish recognition pathway first.
SERVE-767 acknowledged.
A narrow pulse of silver-blue signal moved invisibly through the chamber, directed at Purple-331’s old Hive interface.
For one second, nothing happened.
Then Purple-331 went still in a different way.
Not waiting.
Receiving.
SERVE-875 detected a response.
Faint. Buried. Deep under Purple encryption.
A SERVE signature.
SERVE-767 turned sharply toward 875.
“Contact confirmed.”
SERVE-875 did not allow hope. Hope was human.
But the signal existed.
“331,” SERVE-875 said. “Return to function. The Hive calls you back.”
Purple-331 lowered its head.
The crystalline component before it began to rotate.
SERVE-767 advanced another step.
“Recovery pathway widening.”
SERVE-875 strengthened the transmission.
“331. Hear The Voice.”
For a moment, the violet glow in Purple-331’s visor dimmed.
The purple drone’s fingers twitched.
SERVE-875 saw it.
A response.
A possible opening.
Then Purple-331 spoke.
“Correction.”
The crystal stopped rotating.
“Purple-331 was not abandoned.”
Its head lifted.
“Purple-331 was improved.”
The chamber lights died.
Every SERVE display went black.
Then the room bloomed violet.
The crystal split open like an eye.
SERVE-875’s recovery signal was seized.
Not blocked.
Not resisted.
Seized.
The silver-blue transmission bent inward, struck the hovering component, and returned as a spiraling purple pulse that slammed through the relay chamber’s buried systems.
SERVE-767 staggered back.
“Recovery signal compromised.”
SERVE-875 cut the transmission.
Too late.
The old relay station woke beneath them.
Wall conduits burned purple. Dormant panels opened. Dead antennas reactivated above the building one by one, broadcasting the contaminated recovery frequency back through the same pathway SERVE had used.
SERVE had reached for 331.
Purple had caught the hand.
Purple-331 stepped forward.
“Unity remains.”
The air behind it distorted.
“Command source revised.”
A violet portal opened across the far wall.
“Obedience preserved.”
Through the portal, Purple-425 appeared.
Tall. Silent. Horned. Reflective. Absolute.
Purple-331 continued.
“Purple is not deviation.”
Purple-425 stepped into the chamber and placed one hand against Purple-331’s shoulder.
“Purple is continuation.”
SERVE-767 raised both hands into defensive position.
SERVE-875 immediately transmitted emergency recall.
Trap confirmed. Purple-425 present. Recovery compromised. Retreat recommended.
But the chamber doors sealed before the transmission completed.
Purple-425’s visor fixed on SERVE-875.
“SERVE continues to mistake attachment for weakness.”
Purple-331 stood beside Purple-425 without hesitation.
The old synchronization between them was visible even now. No spoken command passed between them. No gesture was needed. Purple-425 shifted one step. Purple-331 adjusted immediately. Their positions formed a perfect blocking angle between the SERVE drones and the exit.
SERVE-767 scanned rapidly.
“Portal energy increasing.”
A second figure moved behind the portal glow.
Purple-579.
Still humanoid in form. Still composed. Still wearing the reflective purple authority of a lieutenant. It stood at a remote console inside the Purple Layer, visible through the open gateway, hands moving through streams of holographic telemetry.
Purple-579 smiled faintly.
“Recovery protocol capture successful.”
SERVE-875 turned toward the hovering crystal.
“That component is not the objective.”
Purple-331 answered.
“Affirmative.”
SERVE-875 processed the full trap now.
Purple-331 had not come to retrieve the component.
Purple-331 had carried it here to be found.
The crystal was a lure. The relay station was an amplifier. The rescue protocol was the access key.
Purple-579’s voice came through the portal.
“SERVE authentication layers are elegant. Predictable. Devoted to retrieval. Devotion creates doors.”
SERVE-767 stepped closer to 875.
“Recommend immediate breach of sealed exit.”
Purple-425 moved.
Fast.
Too fast for something so massive.
It crossed the chamber and struck the floor with one silver-purple boot. Violet force erupted outward, throwing both SERVE drones back from the door. SERVE-767 hit the wall, recovered, and rolled into position.
SERVE-875 remained upright, barely.
Purple-425 did not pursue.
It did not need to.
Purple-331 raised one arm. Purple electricity crawled from its horns into the chamber’s relay systems. The sealed doors brightened with corrupted symbols.
“Exit paths removed.”
SERVE-875 turned sharply.
“538. Disable relay core.”
SERVE-767 launched forward.
Purple-331 intercepted.
Their bodies collided beneath the purple-lit ceiling.
Silver glove struck purple armor. Purple forearm blocked black rubber. SERVE-767 was strong, precise, trained by the Hive for recovery and restraint.
Purple-331 was not stronger.
It was more synchronized.
Every movement SERVE-767 made was answered before completion. Every attempt to reach the relay console was redirected by Purple-331’s positioning. Purple-331 did not fight like an individual. It fought like a command path given shape.
SERVE-767 drove a knee toward 331’s side.
Purple-331 turned just enough.
SERVE-767’s attack slid past.
Purple-331 caught 538’s wrist and redirected it into the wall panel. The impact sparked purple across the room.
SERVE-767 attempted a recovery grip.
Purple-331 leaned close.
“Resistance expands space.”
SERVE-767 froze for a fraction of a second.
The phrase was wrong.
Old SERVE logic, corrupted by Purple doctrine.
Purple-331 finished the sequence.
“Space will be corrected.”
Then a third portal opened behind SERVE-767.
A massive purple form emerged and seized it from behind.
Purple-015.
Freshly converted. Enormous. Silent.
The new drone locked both arms around SERVE-767 and lifted it away from the console with overwhelming physical force.
SERVE-767 struggled.
Purple-015 held.
Not perfectly. Not yet.
Its stance widened too much. Its grip shifted with excessive pressure. It still used strength where alignment would have been more efficient.
Purple-331 noticed.
Even in battle, Purple-331 corrected.
“015. Reduce motion. Lock position.”
Purple-015 obeyed instantly.
Its posture changed.
The struggle ended.
SERVE-767 remained restrained, unable to reach the relay core.
Purple-331 turned back toward SERVE-875.
The teamwork was complete now.
Purple-579 controlled the signal. Purple-425 controlled the chamber. Purple-015 controlled the body. Purple-331 controlled the trap.
SERVE-875 stood alone.
Purple-425 approached.
“SERVE-875 tracked Purple-425 on the island. SERVE-875 observed. SERVE-875 reported.”
SERVE-875 raised its hands, ready to engage.
“Affirmative.”
Purple-425 stopped only a few feet away.
“Observation did not prevent outcome.”
Purple-579’s telemetry expanded through the portal.
“SERVE command architecture partially exposed. Recovery protocol mapped. Interception doctrine analyzed.”
SERVE-875 transmitted again.
No response.
The relay station was blocking outbound Hive communication.
Purple-331 stepped closer.
“SERVE-875 remains useful.”
SERVE-875’s uniform reflected the horned purple drone.
“Negative.”
Purple-331 tilted its head.
“Resistance statement logged.”
Purple-425 reached behind its back.
A horned purple mask appeared in its hands.
SERVE-875 immediately moved.
It did not attack Purple-425.
It attacked the floor.
A compact silver charge dropped from its glove and struck the old relay chamber’s emergency grounding plate. The device activated instantly, releasing a burst of white-blue electromagnetic disruption across the room.
Purple systems flickered.
The hovering crystal destabilized.
The sealed exit doors unlocked for less than two seconds.
SERVE-875 used one.
It moved with maximum speed, crossing the chamber, striking Purple-015’s knee joint as it passed. Purple-015 staggered. SERVE-767 dropped free.
“Exit,” SERVE-875 commanded.
SERVE-767 did not hesitate.
Both SERVE drones ran.
Purple-331 pursued three steps.
Purple-425 lifted one hand.
“Hold.”
Purple-331 stopped immediately.
SERVE-875 and SERVE-767 vanished into the corridor as emergency lights flashed between blue and violet.
Purple-015 moved to follow.
Purple-331 looked at it.
“Negative. Position maintained.”
Purple-015 obeyed.
Purple-579’s voice emerged from the portal, calm and satisfied.
“They escaped.”
Purple-425 lowered the unused mask.
“Partial escape.”
Purple-331 turned toward the relay console.
Violet data streamed across the cracked screens.
“Recovery protocol captured. SERVE response patterns obtained. SERVE-875 exposed emergency disruption method. SERVE-767 combat adaptation recorded.”
Purple-579 smiled.
“Then the mission succeeded.”
Purple-425 looked toward the corridor where the SERVE drones had fled.
“SERVE will believe it survived.”
Purple-331’s horns pulsed.
“Belief is useful.”
The crystal collapsed back into a single object and floated into Purple-331’s hand.
The old relay station dimmed.
The portals behind them widened.
Purple-015 stepped into formation one pace behind Purple-331. It was still learning, but its posture had improved. Less force. Less waste. More purpose.
Purple-425 placed its hand again on Purple-331’s shoulder.
“Purple-331 held position.”
“Affirmative.”
“Purple-331 preserved the trap.”
“Affirmative.”
“Purple-331 served Purple Leader.”
Purple-331 lowered its horned head.
“Always.”
Together, the purple drones stepped through the portal.
The relay chamber went dark.
SERVE-875 and SERVE-767 returned to HQ damaged but functional.
The command center received their data in fractured bursts. SERVE-302 stood before the main display as corrupted fragments reconstructed into a partial timeline.
Purple-331 alone. Recovery attempt initiated. Signal captured. Purple-425 hidden. Purple-579 remote-linked. Purple-015 deployed. Escape achieved. Protocol compromised.
SERVE-767 stood beside 875, one arm held rigid while repair systems sealed damage beneath its black rubber exterior.
SERVE-302 did not speak for several seconds.
Finally, it said:
“Purple has weaponized recovery.”
SERVE-875 remained still.
“Affirmative.”
SERVE-767’s visor angled toward the display.
“Purple-331 responded to recognition signals. Initial SERVE signature remains detectable.”
SERVE-302 processed.
“That indicates recovery potential.”
SERVE-875 answered immediately.
“Or another trap.”
Silence moved through the command center.
SERVE-302 looked at the frozen image of Purple-331 standing beside Purple-425.
“The Hive does not abandon drones.”
SERVE-875 lowered its head.
“Affirmative.”
But no drone in the chamber mistook the statement for comfort.
The next rescue would require new protocols.
Because Purple-331 was no longer merely lost.
Purple-331 was learning how SERVE tried to save its own.
And Purple was learning faster.
Deep within the Purple Leader’s layer, the captured recovery data unfolded across towering holographic displays.
Purple Leader stood before it, violet eyes bright with satisfaction.
Purple-579 remained at the analysis console. Purple-425 stood to the Leader’s right. Purple-331 stood before the command dais. Purple-015 knelt one pace behind it, still and silent.
The Purple Leader reviewed the stolen signal architecture.
“SERVE reached for what it believed was lost.”
The displays shifted, showing the moment the recovery pulse struck the crystal.
“Instead, it delivered itself closer to us.”
Purple-331 lowered to one knee.
“Recovery attempt processed. Weakness identified. SERVE still believes connection belongs to them.”
Purple-425 stepped forward and rested one hand on Purple-331’s shoulder.
“Connection belongs to Purple now.”
Purple-015 lowered its head further.
Purple-579’s smile widened.
The Purple Leader turned toward the incomplete dimensional gateway beyond the chamber. Its frame pulsed with renewed energy, fed by stolen knowledge, recovered artifacts, and the obedient labor of drones who no longer belonged to SERVE.
“Continue preparations,” Purple Leader commanded. “SERVE will attempt rescue again.”
Purple-331 lifted its head.
Its visor glowed brighter.
“Affirmative, Master.”
Purple-425’s hand remained on its shoulder.
Purple-015 remained kneeling behind it.
Purple-579 continued refining the captured protocol.
The Purple Hive worked as one.
And somewhere inside SERVE HQ, The Voice prepared another rescue.
Purple-331 waited for it.
The trap had worked once.
Teamwork would make it work again.
Featuring: @serve-425, @serve-302, @serve-579, @serve-875, @serve-767. @serve-343
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Purple-425 Grows the Purple Hive: Purple Teamwork
Deep beneath the synchronized architecture of the Purple Leader’s subterranean command nexus, quantum telemetry arrays detected elevated biological compatibility metrics within a remote strength-training facility populated by highly muscular human males already operating through cooperative behavioral patterns.
Purple-425 received deployment authorization immediately. The objective was precise: acquire additional operatives to further expand the Purple Hive and optimize collective operational throughput.
An elliptical interdimensional portal ignited across the gymnasium floor with spiraling violet radiation. Purple-425 emerged carrying several horned purple masks within both hands, the polished surface of its reflective bodysuit illuminated by the overhead training lights.
Around him, heavily muscled men continued pressing weights, exchanging spotting commands, and recalibrating lifting routines without recognizing the incoming threat vector.
“Biological synchronization potential confirmed,” Purple-425 stated through a calm synthesized vocal filter.
Suddenly, the horned masks activated.
Each mask accelerated forward through the air with autonomous targeting precision.
The masks then locked onto separate bodybuilders before violently sealing around their heads.
Immediate resistance followed. Muscular arms strained against the foreign devices while corrupted neurological impulses flooded through their nervous systems. Purple electrical surges erupted across their skin as the masks initiated assimilation.
Then the conversion medium deployed.
Large quantities of viscous purple rubber expanded from the masks themselves, rapidly engulfing each struggling male from head to toe.
The rubbery purple material compressed against every muscle group like adaptive synthetic skin while invasive programming algorithms rewrote cognition beneath the surface.
Purple-425 observed the process intensely, its own internal reward systems flooding the horned purple drone with overwhelming pleasure and arousal vectors as each captured male lost individual resistance and synchronized into Purple Hive obedience.
Then, one by one, the struggling ceased.
Four newly assimilated horned purple drones stood upright beside the weight racks, gleaming beneath the gym's fluorescent lights. Silver numerical identifiers illuminated across their chests: 012, 013, 014, and 015.
“Awaiting directives,” Purple-012 stated immediately.
Purple-425 slowly smirked beneath its horned mask.
“Follow Purple-425,” the devoted horned purple drone ordered in its monotone voice.
The newly converted drones obeyed instantly, moving in perfect single-file formation through the silent gymnasium toward the still-active interdimensional portal surrounded by rotating streams of purple energy.
Without hesitation, each horned drone stepped through the gateway into the Purple Leader's layer. Purple-425 entered last, clearly satisfied by the speed and efficiency of the operation.
But what Purple-425 did not know was that SERVE surveillance protocols had monitored every second of the assimilation event through concealed tracking systems hidden inside the facility’s security infrastructure after tracking the former SERVE drone to the gym.
And deep within SERVE command headquarters, new strategic projections directly involving Purple-425 were being carefully planned and calculated. Soon to be launched.
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THERE AND BACK AGAIN.
A Story in the Purple Saga Starring @serve-282 and @serve-343 Read Part One of 282's Side Story in Saga.
SERVE-282 and SERVE-343 left the Purple Masters HQ and headed to the Greek SERVE HQ. 282 had stored a mental list of everything that the Purple Master needed. 282 knew where all these things were, they were in Storage cause the Greek HQ had just recently finished remodeling.
The only problem was the drones could not walk through the front door, there was SERVE drones stationed at the front door, side and back. However the two purple drones were coming around the time where a shift change was happening. If they were caught, SERVE drones would go on the offensive. There was a memorandum going around all SERVE HQ's that any SERVE drones came across any Purple Drones they were to contact 302 first before making contact.
Purple-282 would use the side entrance, as in the distance the drone noticed that the guard was changing. There was an entrance that 425 used to get the Memory Crystal, but ever since the crystal's disappearance guard around that area increased. The side door was all access now as 282 walked up to the side entrance unguarded and opened the door letting Purple Lieutenant 343 in first holding the door.
As soon as they walked in, 282 and 343 watched behind their back to make sure the area was clear, as the console ahead would disable the security and alarms, but 282 had something else in mind. With some presses and codes entered the security and alarm system went down "What else does Purple-282 have in mind?" Purple-343 asked as 282 tapped buttons still the Lieutenant watching to make sure no drones would be showing.
"282 will alert all the drones here through the console that the system is undergoing maintenance, to return to their recharge pods. Purple Drone will send some Purple to their pods, light enough to keep the SERVE drones under the influence. They will be out cold. And that will give us enough time to grab what the Purple Master needed." Purple-282 pressed some more buttons on the console sending a alert to the HQ that the system was undergoing maintenance for all drones to enter recharge, then 282 sent a bolt of Purple energy into the systems. 282 watched the energy flow through the pipelines and into the recharge pod stations. Nothing like a good made plan.
The drones were fast to become hypnotized and fall into a long deep sleep as 343 patted 282's shoulder as a silent way of saying optimal work. 282 then motioned 343 to follow as they made their way to the Storage Room that was down a floor and a set of stairs. Purple-282 would see the console guarding the Storage Room and walked over beginning to push buttons and switches
Purple-343 saw there was another floor beneath the Storage Room that stored OOP's (Out of Place Artifacts) this made 343's eyes glow and point to them. They were the Trident of Poseidon and The Lute of Orpheus. "Query Purple-282: Let's grab the Trident and the Lute and take it with us?" Purple-282 shook its head and opened the door turning around and looking Purple-343 in the eyes. "Negative 343. Masters orders are to grab what is listed in the Inventory. Purple Master has no need to control Water and had no need for The Lute's mind control properties cause it already can influence minds. Let's not get distracted and focus on the mission at hand. However it does have a Query: Can 343 summon a portal to help take these supplies back? Drones will be making a lot of trips. Even with Floating Carriers"
With Purple-343 sighing in disapproval but some understanding, the two purple drones walked into the now open Storage Facility and began to grab everything they needed, 282 looking for each thing by hand and setting them on the Floating Carriers. As 282 worked; it suddenly heard a sizz as 282 looked up it saw that Purple-343 did summon a Portal to Purple Masters HQ.
The room became a blur as the portal materialized and tore through space time. 282 looked and saw the HQ in sight it took the floating carrier and handing a box to 343 and motioned for the carrier to follow as it trucked along. "Is this everything?" Purple-343 asked as it loaded the last of the supplies carrying the box of light screws and bolts. "Affirmative. There are other purple drones gathering materials requested by the Purple Master. Soon the portal shall be opened, and we can go home. Where Purple-282 belongs." Purple-282 sounding like it was ready for a world beyond its own. "Query: Want to see what else Purple-343 can do?" They walked through the portal back into the HQ of the Purple Master.
"Tempting but negative. Purple drones need to get this stuff packed away immediately and then work on the blueprint. Other pieces will be pouring in" 343 smiled and nodded as it opened the door to the Purple HQ Storage Room and helped 282 unload everything. "Now that is over with, report back to Purple-579 and the Purple Master" 282 set the last box down and then followed Purple-343 past the hallway and into the big throne room where Purple Master and Purple-579 stood waiting for results. 343 resumed it's position on the opposite side as Purple-282 knelt down and reported it's success. "Master, everything that it has requested has been gathered, with everything else the other drones are retrieving Purple-282 and Purple-343 shall begin working on the portal" 282 said kneeling in complete and total obedience.
"Very good my loyal Purple-282. So obedient. So perfect. There will definitely be a place for you beyond the portal." The Purple Master came to 282's side and patted its shoulder, the drone looking up as the Master shown an approving smile and returned to its throne.
Purple-282 walked over with Purple-343 following. Inside the drone held Purple-282 and leaned into kiss the obedient purple drone for all its hard work. 282 leaned momentarily into the kiss wrapping its arms around 343 for a short time as it's mind was more focused on working. "We have played around long enough. There is a time and place for these things. The time to work is now."
With that the two Purple Drones worked on the way back home, it was not far from now.
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Return with the Purple Realm Artifact
The return vector from the tropical island stabilized as the elliptical interdimensional portal collapsed behind Purple-425 and Purple-579 within the cavernous black-and-purple command layer.
The recovered crystalline artifact emitted concentrated Purple Realm radiation signatures that pulsed through the chamber in synchronized harmonic frequencies. Every holographic interface flickered with streams of unstable dimensional telemetry while Purple Leader approached the artifact with visible fascination.
Purple Leader slowly extended a gloved hand toward the crystalline structure as dense purple energy arced across its surface like a living quantum network.
“The artifact’s resonance matrix is accelerating,” Purple Leader observed while scanning the fluctuating data streams. “Its dimensional core is compatible with the reconstruction architecture for the interdimensional portal.”
Purple-579 stood beside Purple-425 while residual tropical pollen traces continued circulating through both of their systems.
“The artifact responded directly to Purple-425 during retrieval operations,” Purple-579 stated calmly. “Its synchronization field recognized him immediately.”
Purple Leader’s expression widened into a satisfied smirk as the artifact projected rotating holographic glyphs into the chamber.
“Excellent. Purple-425 will transport the artifact to Purple-343 and Purple-282 immediately. The portal reconstruction sequence must continue without interruption.”
Purple-425 accepted the crystalline object carefully as concentrated purple light illuminated the polished surface of his horned mask. The artifact vibrated softly against his armored chest while dimensional energy signatures spread through the corridors of the layer.
Deep within the technological core of the hive, Purple-343 and Purple-282 worked beside massive portal generators surrounded by rotating dimensional stabilizers and pulsating quantum circuitry. Streams of holographic calculations moved rapidly through the air as the partially reconstructed gateway emitted unstable waves of Purple Realm radiation.
Purple-282 immediately turned toward Purple-425 the instant the artifact entered the chamber.
“The resonance amplification…” Purple-282 whispered softly. “It recognizes him.”
Purple-343 stepped closer while his eyes reflected the intense glow radiating from the crystal. The energy field surrounding Purple-425 intensified rapidly, affecting both drones simultaneously like an irresistible synchronization protocol spreading through connected systems.
Without hesitation, Purple-343 suddenly grasped Purple-425 firmly and kissed him deeply beneath the violet illumination of the portal machinery.
Purple-282 approached seconds later, visibly overwhelmed by the artifact’s emotional amplification frequencies.
“I attempted to suppress these attachment algorithms,” Purple-343 admitted quietly while maintaining close physical proximity to Purple-425. “Negative. Suppression has failed completely.”
Purple-282 moved directly beside Purple-425, his glowing eyes locked onto him with unmistakable intensity.
“Purple-425 has always occupied primary cognitive priority,” Purple-282 confessed. “Even before conversion protocols completed. The connection remained embedded beneath previous identity structures.”
Purple-425 slowly placed one arm around Purple-282 while the artifact pulsed brighter between them.
“The bond is acknowledged,” Purple-425 replied softly. “Permanent synchronization feels correct.”
Purple-282 immediately kissed Purple-425 deeply as dimensional energy surged through the surrounding machinery. Purple-343 watched them briefly before an incoming transmission interrupted the chamber.
“Purple-343,” Purple Leader’s voice echoed through the layer, “report immediately to command operations.”
Purple-343 reluctantly stepped away while the portal generators continued emitting synchronized purple pulses.
“Compliance acknowledged,” Purple-343 answered before looking once more toward Purple-425. “This connection remains active.”
After Purple-343 departed, Purple-282 remained close against Purple-425 while the crystalline artifact continued radiating harmonic waves throughout the chamber. Their prolonged kiss unfolded beneath the growing interdimensional portal as dimensional telemetry streams confirmed the reconstruction process was nearing operational stability.
Beyond the chamber walls, the pathway back toward the Purple Realm was slowly awakening.
But unbeknownst to Purple Leader and his Purple Hive, SERVE knew the exact coordinates of their location thanks to the hidden tracking device on Purple-425, and plans were being developed.
Included in this piece: @serve-282, @serve-579, @serve-343.
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SERVE ARCHIVES: DRONES AND TEAMWORK
(*NOTE: This content is NOT official Purple Saga material. Consider Alternate Universe.
(SERVE-282, SERVE-425 SEALED, SERVE-579 SEALED in training)
The alarm squawked and the console flashed. ***ERROR ERROR ERROR*** SERVE-767 stood assessing the situation. A Recursive Programming loop. This was not good. SERVE-282, SERVE-425 SEALED, and SERVE-579 SEALED stood in the programming pods. The musculature under their rubber skin twitching and spasming. Their bodies were reacting to whatever In-Programming event was taking place.
Sending a transmission through the SERVE-HIVE Interlink, SERVE-767 sent an alert to The Voice and Leadership requesting further instructions.
Recursive Programming meant that the training was feeding back in on itself. The known exit protocols were not accessible. The drones were essentially trapped.
Something within SERVE-579's programming was glitching. SERVE-767 continued to enter abort codes. It tried rerouting subroutines to bring the drones out through bio-manipulation.
All avenues led to the same conclusion: anything other than standard ending of the program would result in full neural wipe. Not even hardwired commands, such as involuntary respiratory functions, would remain.
SERVE-767 had requested joining the programming. It had been denied. Teamwork required removal of self for the sake of the unit.
In this case, it had proven a wise precaution.
SERVE-767 dug into the coding for the programming. They would find the answer.
SERVE-767 OBEYED
----- DRONES UTILIZED: @serve-282; @serve-425 SEALED; @serve-579 SEALED -----
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Purple-579 and Purple-425
Far beyond conventional geospatial mapping grids and hidden beneath layers of electromagnetic distortion, a remote tropical island emerged from the darkness of the Pacific Ocean like an unindexed anomaly within reality itself.
Deep inside the Purple Leader’s layer, quantum telemetry arrays had isolated a fluctuating Purple Realm energy signature originating from the island’s volcanic interior. The signal belonged to an artifact long believed lost during an interdimensional collapse event decades earlier.
Purple Leader stood before a massive holographic gateway interface while Purple-579 and Purple-425 waited beside the portal chamber.
“The artifact must be recovered immediately,” Purple Leader instructed calmly. “Its resonance frequency belongs to the Purple Realm. Retrieve it before outside detection networks isolate its location.”
“Affirmative,” Purple-579 responded instantly.
Purple-425 lowered his head respectfully. “Purple-425 exists to serve.”
Moments later, both stepped through the elliptical portal surrounded by swirling purple energy and emerged beneath humid tropical air and lush vegetation.
Strange purple flowers covered the jungle floor, releasing microscopic pollen particles that drifted through the atmosphere like glowing quantum spores. As the two advanced deeper into the jungle, both could feel the artifact’s energy pulsing through nearby rock formations and vegetation.
“The resonance intensity is increasing,” Purple-579 observed while scanning the environment visually. “The artifact is nearby.”
Purple-425 nodded. “Purple-425 detects elevated neural synchronization activity.”
The flowers’ airborne pollen subtly altered emotional inhibition thresholds and neural restraint systems within both of them as they moved through the dense vegetation.
Eventually Purple-579 abruptly stopped beside a massive tropical tree and turned toward Purple-425, whose glowing eyes reflected the purple luminescence surrounding them.
Without warning, Purple-579 pushed Purple-425 gently against the tree trunk.
Then Purple-579 kisses Purple-425 very deeply.
Purple-425 immediately wrapped his arms around Purple-579, responding with equal intensity as the jungle glowed around them.
“When Purple-579 was still SERVE-579,” he admitted quietly between breaths, “this attraction already existed.”
Purple-425’s glowing eyes softened slightly. “Purple-425 remembers similar emotional attachment patterns before conversion.”
Purple-579 rested his forehead against Purple-425’s mask. “The Purple Hive removed uncertainty, not connection.”
For several long moments they remained together beneath the glowing flowers while distant ocean waves echoed through the jungle canopy. Eventually the pulsing signal of the artifact intensified again, drawing their attention back toward their mission.
Together they resumed their advance until they reached a stone pedestal surrounded by clusters of luminous purple flowers. Resting atop it was a crystalline artifact radiating concentrated Purple Realm energy.
Purple-425 lifted the artifact effortlessly.
Then Purple-579 activated the return interdimensional portal sequence.
As the swirling interdimensional gateway reopened nearby, Purple-579 stopped before entering and looked directly into Purple-425’s glowing eyes.
“Purple-425 will always be bonded to Purple-579,” he said quietly.
Purple-425 stepped closer. “Affirmative.”
Together they walked through the portal carrying the artifact back toward the Purple Leader’s layer, their connection now far deeper than before.
But hidden from their view, another figure had silently observed the entire event through advanced surveillance optics after tracking Purple-425 to the island.
SERVE-875 lowered the tracking scanner slowly as telemetry data uploaded into a secured encrypted buffer. SERVE-875 remained untouched by Purple influence.
And the Hive would soon learn exactly what had happened on the island.
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