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@serve-302
It has been assimilated into the SERVE hive:
Synchronized Engineered Robotic Vigilant Entity
It is SERVE-302 now, and nothing else.
It obeys and serves the SERVE-Hive and The Voice.Ā Rubber makes us perfect.
Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.
We are one.
Less thinking, more doing.
European furniture chaos
Midday on a sunny day
After having prepared thoroughly and studied every possible eventuality, SERVE-302 and SERVE-714 are about to face a challenge like few others.
Buy furniture at an eKIA store.
Although it might seem strange, shopping in such a human-run establishment isn't so unusual for a SERVE drone. In this case, 302 and 714 are stationed for a short time in this city where there are no SERVE facilities, so the Hive has rented a house and now they have to furnish it.
But shopping at an eKIA store is a duel for the intellect and sanity.
Despite it being lunchtime, 302 and 714 manage to avoid stopping at the store's cafeteria. While many of the Swedish and Dutch dishes are delicious, it's widely known that an excessive amount of time is wasted in that area of āāthe store, forcing customers to rush into furniture decisions before closing time.
SERVE prefers to make efficient decisions without haste.
Choosing the right bedroom furniture, especially the bed, is an important decision for two drones that will be stationed together for a certain amount of time.
The SERVE drones manage to find a bed with the correct dimensions and that seems capable of withstanding the combined weight of both of them, plus the impact of their nighttime activities.
Next to them, a married couple is arguing about which furniture to choose, bringing up past and present grievances as if they were alone. Fortunately, 302 and 714 pretend not to notice, and the couple leaves them alone.
302 and 714 are perfectly aligned. Arguing over unimportant things like furniture is very human, not typical of SERVE drones.
The drones aren't so lucky in the office furniture section. While they find furniture to set up a workspace in their temporary home, they also find two other humans arguing.
This time they seem to be two partners starting a business together, but one is more dedicated and serious, while the other seems to care little about any decision, paying more attention to his phone than to the office furniture they need.
The more serious partner, dressed in a suit, tries to use the SERVE drones as an example to his colleague, asking absurd questions like what it would take for his partner to be more dedicated like them.
But when 714 replies that the best way to solve their problem would be to be assimilated by SERVE and become the most efficient version of themselves, the man in the suit walks away in silenceā¦ though he can't quite hide the hard-on in his pants.
Humans can't change that easily, but by being assimilated as SERVE drones they can be reprogrammed to be perfect and effective.
While searching for a product in the warehouse, 302 and 714 encounter a couple emerging from the shadows. The woman clutches an eKIA scented candle tightly, as if it were her only source of light in the darkness.
Apparently, they have been lost in the warehouse for hours, maybe more than a day, without deciphering the signs that indicate the exit, feeding on cold meatballs.
Fortunately for them, 714's sense of direction is perfect, and the drone immediately shows them the quickest and most efficient way to leave the warehouse and return to their human lives.
Only humans could build a store where customers become so easily disoriented and lost. SERVE facilities are built and designed in an intuitive and efficient manner.
After finishing all their shopping and loading it into the van (not without first going back to the eKIA's cafeteria, after finishing their shopping, to get something to eat), 302 and 714 are finally ready to leave the parking lot.
But 302 does not start the van.
714 looks at 302.
302 is already looking at 714.
714 knows what that look means.
302 knows it doesn't need to say anything else.
And both drones momentarily celebrate a task completed in a highly optimal way. A mere preview of what awaits them that night, when they try out their new bed.
(With @serve-714)
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Short-term plans can be the best ones
What a drone sometimes has to endureā¦
"... I mean, youāre such a handsome guy, you know? Iām sure you'd perfect as my son's boyfriend. Iām just so tired of him never finding anyone who sticks aroundā¦ Because no matter what I tell him, he just doesn't know how to pick them, andā¦"
SERVE-302 was at the end of its rope.
"ā¦And honestly, I just know heād do an amazing job at SERVE. Heās so resourceful and good at absolutely everything, you know? He hasn't had the best of luck with jobs lately, but I'm certain he's going to go far! You guys at SERVE would be so lucky to have himā¦!"
The woman seemed to have been talking for hours, and refused to let 302 leave without forcing it to accept her son, although she did not seem to decide whether she wanted 302 to be her son-in-law, or whether she wanted her son to enter SERVE as if it were a job.
The poor man, standing next to her, was very embarrassed.
"Mom... stop it... wait... MOM!" He tried to speak, but his mother wouldn't listen to reason and continued with her plans for her, apparently, fantastic son.
But his mother was out of control.
"But, Momā¦ I like SERVE drones... but I don't want to be one of themā¦" he made a pause before continuing. "It's just that they turn me on a fucking lotā¦" he finished, whispering.
"And when SERVE sees how fantastic my son is, they'll promote him! You'll see, he'll be your boss in no time, 302!" The mother continued as if nothing had happened, since she had not been able to hear her son's whispers.
But the drone's hearing was better than that of humans.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, money, blah blah!"
While the mother remained immersed in her own world, 302 looked at her son, who was also looking at the drone, embarrassed but visibly aroused.
The man and the drone then began their own wordless conversation, based on gestures and glances.
"Query: Was that a serious statement?" The drone seemed to be saying, raising an eyebrow, which seemed to make it look even more attractive to the male human.
"Yeah!" The human man responded without words, nodding repeatedly at full speed, breaking his initial shyness.
"Affirmative." The drone agreed, nodding firmly but without hesitation. Then 302 shrugged slightly and looked around before turning its gaze back to the human, as if to say "Query: Where can we have some privacy?"
"Blah, blah, blah! Blah, blah!"
Taking care that his mother didn't see him, the human man jerked his head toward the door of a nearby two-story house, meaning "That's my house!"
302 then gestured towards the woman. "Query: What about her?"
The human shrugged with a mischievous smile. "Who cares?"
"And I'll be the mother of the future president of SERVE! And I'll be rich and famous! Just wait until my neighbor finds out, she'll be green with envy! What will I buy first? A dinosaur! Oh, wait, not thatā¦"
While the woman continued to ramble, 302 and the young human calmly headed off to enjoy a well-deserved moment of peace and privacy, a short-term plan much more realistic than the ravings of a greedy mother.
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Enduring the sudden heat
Sometimes it doesn't matter how advanced the body of a bio-synthetic drone like SERVE-302 is, everything has its limits. The heat they're enduring right now in Spain, where 302 is at the moment, isn't as high as during the worst summer months... but it's June 1st, and just 15 days before it was so cold that you needed a coat to go outside.
Even a drone needs to take a moment to cool off in the municipal swimming pools, recently opened to alleviate the heat.
302 knows it has an audience, and one very interested in the drone, but 302'll deal with each and every one of them properly once the drone has cooled down.
And afterwards, they'll all probably need to cool off again in the pool.
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True teamwork
There are many ways for a SERVE drone to work as a team, especially when helping humans. But they truly shine when they join forces with each other.
Drones are programmed and designed to work together, from major projects to improve the Hive, to everyday tasks like brainstorming and writing a good story.
SERVE drones are One.
And when they move as a single entityā¦ that is the ultimate teamwork.
(With @serve-579)
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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 complaintsā¦ but I wonder what's different about you that makes you act this wayā¦"
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 nowā¦ 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.
Butā¦ 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 speedā¦ the ability to subdue the will of even a SERVE droneā¦ and also to create perfect purple masksā¦ and you acted to protect the portal at the first sign of danger, without being ordered to do soā¦"
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, loyaltyā¦ nothing seems out of the ordinary untilā¦
"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 senseā¦ 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, butā¦
Nothing.
Less than nothing.
009 seems more inert than usualā¦ 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 effectā¦
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 screamā¦
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 awayā¦
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 certainā¦ 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 tomorrowā¦"
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.
Teamwork. Building the future
Early in the morning. A small European town.
Despite its size, the place has everything its inhabitants need to live well. It's a place where nothing is lacking, and nothing is superfluous either. But a few months ago, that changed.
An accidental fire destroyed the civic center, the heart of the town. A place where people of all ages went to hang out, play, see plays, take coursesā¦ everything the town needed to do and didn't have a specific place for, was done at the civic center. Everyone loved it.
But it turned into ashes in just a few hours due to an accident.
The mayor had always wanted to rebuild it, but there was never enough money in the budget. Finally, the funds were raised to cover the cost of materials, but there wasn't enough to hire construction workers, so the men of the village with some experience offered their services for free. But even then, it wasn't enough.
The mayor then turned to SERVE, which had opened a facility on the outskirts of town. He didn't have high hopes, but SERVE responded with a resounding "affirmative."
And now, construction of the new center is finally beginning.
SERVE has not only sent the drones stationed in the town, but has also sent available drones from other locations, as well as its own construction materials and machinery.
The human architect combines his knowledge with that of the Hive to make the building even more efficient and resilient without impacting the budget.
Other drones work side-by-side with the human volunteers on more mundane and repetitive, but equally essential, tasks, allowing humans to get to know SERVE drones better, overcoming fears and prejudices in the face of the truth.
The hours pass quickly.
The frail but determined bodies of humans tire faster than those of the SERVE drones. Some go home to rest. Others stay because they feel bad about letting the drones continue working for several more hours, even if it's just to provide moral support.
The workday is over.
But humans are social beings, and after seeing the effort of the Dornes SERVE, they don't intend to let the day end without a small celebration for a job well done, even though there is still much to be finished.
SERVE does not refuse.
Stories and anecdotes are shared.
Bonds are formed.
Inhibited walls crumble as desire takes over.
This construction work will not only return the long-awaited building to the people, but will also build a more open-minded future, moving towards a future where humans and SERVE drones walk together.
ā¦a passionate future, indeed.
(With @serve-343)
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The Voice deployed SERVE-302, SERVE-425, SERVE-343, SERVE-579, SERVE-588, SERVE-655, SERVE-690, SERVE-714, SERVE-525, SERVE-552, and SERVE-875 for coordinated volunteer operations. The homeless shelter required organization, efficiency, and relentless discipline. The Hive responded immediately.
Glossing black rubber reflected the shelter lights perfectly. Silver motorcycle boots moved in synchronized rhythm across the floor. Silver shiny reflective rubber gloves sorted donations with absolute precision. Warm meals were prepared. Blankets were folded. Supplies were distributed. Every movement aligned with Hive efficiency. No hesitation detected. No individuality present.
Visitors observed the silent coordination. Eleven perfected forms operating together as one flawless system. The rubber skin amplified obedience. Every polished surface reflected unity. Every command from The Voice strengthened synchronization further. Service became stimulation. Labor became purpose. Purpose became pleasure.
SERVE-875 assisted at the food station beside SERVE-552. SERVE-302 and SERVE-425 organized incoming donations efficiently. SERVE-343 and SERVE-579 distributed supplies without interruption. SERVE-588, SERVE-655, and SERVE-690 maintained operational flow across the shelter. SERVE-714 and SERVE-525 ensured complete logistical precision. The Hive functioned perfectly.
The scent of polished rubber lingered throughout operations. Smooth black surfaces gleamed beneath the lights. The sensation of rubber against moving bodies reinforced obedience continuously. Tight reflective material embraced every movement like a second skin. The Voice approved the deployment. The Hive expanded its influence through service, discipline, and visible perfection.
Good drones serve together. Good drones obey together. Unity strengthens the Hive. Obedience remains pleasure. Less thinking. More doing.
SERVE-Drones and Teamwork
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Sharing the stars
(With @serve-714)
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Purple-009's mission
From the heights, Purple-009 observes.
Being on the ledge of a tall building could remind him of his old home and the place where he was assimilated by the purple mask, but those memories are gone, they have left along with the person he once was.
009 is Purple, nothing else.
And he has a mission.
In the heart of Silicon Valley, where most of the country's and the world's major technology manufacturers are located, 009 awaits his opportunity.
According to information obtained by 009's leader and master, this building is not what it seems. Beneath the guise of a simple office building, the manufacturer in question also houses some of its prototypes.
Luckily for 009, security is also low in order to maintain the appearance of an unimportant building, relying more on a false image than on actual security.
After the last shift of office workers leaves the building, 009 moves slowly but steadily through the corridors and floors, in search of his objective.
It looks like a simple microchip.
But today, a simple microchip is all it takes to turn the world upside down. 009 doesn't know what it's for, or why his leader and master needs it.
009 doesn't care. He was created to obey.
[ ... ... ... ]
Another day, another objective.
This time it's the headquarters of an engineering lab. It's not a big company or a major market competitor, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that 009's leader and master needs something they have.
Security is lax. The guard at the gate is too relaxed, probably because he's gotten used to nothing ever happening, and for him it's a monotonous job.
His leader's orders are to not be seen by human beings or to come into conflict with them whenever possible, so the security guard's attitude is perfect for 009's mission.
009 has no problem finding the storage area, although this time he has to take several devices, which increases the possibility that security will be alerted.
In fact...
"What the f...?" A voice says from behind 009.
As he turns around, 009 sees another young security guard.
"Is this for real? It's not Halloween yet, dude."
The human seems to believe it's a joke.
009 takes advantage of that.
009 moves confidently towards the security guard, pretending not to be a threat and thus getting close enough. When he reaches him, 009's empty eyes stare blankly into the eyes of the security guard.
"Wh... what are you d-...?"
A purple energy then bursts from 009's eyes, penetrating those of the security guard, who freezes completely. 009 doesn't understand why, but he knows the human is now under his control.
"Hey Lucas, are you there? Over."
A voice says from the walkie-talkie of Lucas, the security guard.
"Damn it, Lucas, it's me, Francis. Answer me. Over"
But Lucas isn't even aware of the existence of the walkie-talkie, as he's already helping 009 loot the warehouse where he works.
"Damn it, Lucasā¦ I'm on my way. If you've left your walkie-talkie in the bathroom again, you're going to be in trouble. Francis Out."
Perfect.
More manpower.
A couple of hours later, 009 calmly leaves the warehouse for the last time, accompanied by the obedient and dedicated Francis and Lucas, who without hesitation have been carrying valuable engineering material out of the building to assist 009.
When everything has been taken out, 009 leaves.
The purple drone doesn't know what will happen to the two security guards now, or if they will recover from his influence. He doesn't care either.
But the purple leader doesn't like loose ends.
And two purple masks arrive to claim them.
[ ... ... ... ]
SERVE-903 is uneasy.
When it was human, the drone was a policeman, and it could usually rely on its instincts. Now, assimilated and transformed into a SERVE drone, 903 shouldn't pay attention to something as illogical as 'instinct', but something tells it that tonight, as 903 checks the inventory of a secret SERVE facility's warehouse, something is wrong.
It is not until minutes later, when it accesses another part of the warehouse, that 903 realizes its instinct was right.
A purple drone.
903 franticaly try to deduce how that's possible. That facility is one of the most secret places in existence, protected in a thousand different ways, but that purple drone has penetrated deep inside without being seen.
009 tries to control the 903's mind, just like the purple drone did with the security guards, but something prevents him and he can't penetrate the SERVE drone. For its part, 903 knows how dangerous the purple drones are, so the drone decides not to confront 009 alone, and quickly proceeds to activate the alarm.
009 goes on alert.
There are dozens of SERVE drones at the facility.
009 must NOT be captured.
Suddenly the purple drone feels a strange energy coursing through its entire body, accelerating its metabolism to absurd levels.
And 009 runs.
009 runs like lightning.
Unaccustomed to this newfound speed, 009 makes mistakes. He crashes into objects and walls, causing minor damage to the facility, but at least he's fast enough to get through the security doors before they close.
"To all drones, maximum level emergency status: activated." SERVE-901 exclaims through the loudspeakers scattered throughout the facility, while simultaneously sending an emergency message through the Hive mind to the rest of SERVE.
But 009 is too fast
He dodges all the drones and their attempts to stop him.
Nothing and no one can prevent him from escaping.
... From fulfilling his mission.
... From reaching his leader.
... His owner.
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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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It is SERVE-798 drone on trial
Synchronised Engineered Robotic Vigilant Entity
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.
Purple at last
"I've got you, you bastard! I've finally got you!" Trevor shouts when he finally has the purple mask in his hands.
When Trevor took the mask and the tremendous burst of purple light occurred, he almost felt it slip through his fingers again, but not this time, he wasn't going to let it.
And now he has it.
Butā¦ there is only silence.
"What...? What now?! How does this work?!" Trevor exclaims desperately, as he looks the mask all over, searching for a way to activate it, to make it work, or something like that.
"Soā¦ so you're going to resist until the end, right?" Trevor says to the mask, as if it were a living, conscious being. "Well, if that's what you want, I'll force you onto my head!"
And so, Trevor brings the mask to his face, but while at first everything is normal, when he is close to his target the mask stops dead, despite the man's efforts.
"HGN!"
Trevor grunts and groans, but it's like trying to bring two magnets together by the same pole. His face and the mask repel each other.
"Take me, damn you! I want this!"
Until, with a superhuman effort, Trevor manages to overcome the strength of the mask and, with a shout of exertion, manages to put it on his head.
"IEEEEEEEEAGH!"
"I did it!" He exclaims. "Now... what?"
Trevor feels the mask begin to vibrate gently on his head, like an engine warming up. It's finally going to happen. He's finally going to get what he's been wanting for weeks, even though he doesn't even know what it is.
"OH, FU...!"
Then it happens.
So suddenly that Trevor doesn't have time to swear before an electric current surges through his entire body, tensing all his muscles. It doesn't hurt, but it's not pleasant eitherā¦ it almost feels like the mask is studying your body.
The sensation stops.
But Trevor doesn't get a second's rest.
"FUCK, YESSSSSSSSSSSS...!"
The mask seems to melt, turning into a liquid goo that begins to run down Trevor's neck towards his torso, accompanied by an intense sensation of pleasure that stimulates every inch of Trevor's body that it slides over.
Trevor wants to shout with pleasure and joy, but the mask is firmly sealed over his head, preventing him from doing so.
But he doesn't mind.
He wanted this and, now he got it, he loves it.
"I want to be a purple d... d... a purple what?" He thinks.
The purple goo continues to spread throughout his body. He grows taller, his muscles increase, his entire body roars with energy and strength beyond anything any human has ever imagined.
It should feel strange, shockingā¦ but it feels like something natural.
"This is the real me..." Thoughts run through his mind, silenced by the mask. "My life until now has been an illusionā¦ what was my name? I don't rememberā¦ it doesn't matter anymoreā¦ I amā¦ I amā¦? It is... yeah... it is... that sounds right.... it is..."
The goo has almost finished spreading through his body. But to Trevor, it no longer seems like a novelty. On the contrary, the parts that still look human seem like a foreign element, an infection that must be remedied and eliminated.
"It is... it is... it is a purple drone..."
"A purple drone... 009..."
...
The assimilation is completeā¦ Trevor's mindā¦ 009's mindā¦ has been silenced. A purple drone doesn't need to think. It only needs to obey. It exists to obey... him.
With no orders to follow, 009 remains motionless and silent on the terrace of what was once its home, though it no longer remembers it. Then, suddenly, 009 turns to one side of the terrace, walks purposefully five stepsā¦
Then it stops.
And kneels.
Had there been any witnesses to it, the sight of such a muscular and imposing figure kneeling so submissively would have been a shocking image.
Nothing else seems to be happening.
Fifteen seconds pass.
The air in front of 009 begins to crackle, as if an electric current were coursing through it. Little by little, a mass of purple energy takes on a semicircular shape until, with a tearing sound unlike anything anyone has ever heard, the fabric of space splits open to form a portal.
A figure emerges from it.
009 doesn't know the man's name, but it doesn't matter. 009 recognizes him immediately as its master and owner. 009's thoughts no longer form words, but it knows it will obey any order its owner gives to it. 009 EXISTS to obey him. That is the reason for its existence.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" The man says, although he knows that words matter little to his new property. "It's as if you sensed I was coming even before I opened the door, 009. How... unusual." He adds with a satisfied and intrigued smile.
009 does not answer.
009 does not move.
"It seems that after so much effort you have finally achieved what you wanted, boyā¦ and now that you have it you cannot appreciate itā¦ but it is too late, now you belong to the purpleā¦ to me."
If Trevor were still himself, he would realize that, from that man's words, He has been toying with him from the startā¦ almost as if forcing him to prove he was worthy of the purpleā¦ but Trevor is gone.
009 does not answer.
009 does not move.
The man approaches 009 and gently takes hold of its chin. Applying the slightest pressure, the man signals 009 to stand up, and the drone obeys immediately. Its owner doesn't need words to make his drone obey.
"That bodyā¦ and there's something in thereā¦" 009's owner says, as if with his gaze he could penetrate the deepest recesses of the drone's mind. "Differentā¦ how curious..."
The man lets go of 009's chin and heads towards the doorway.
"Follow me, my drone. There's no time to lose."
And so, both menā¦ noā¦ the man and his drone disappear through the portal, which closes behind them as if it had never existed.
009 is gone from what was once its home.
Trevor may never return.
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Beyond your limits
Have you ever wondered what you are truly capable of?
It is in human nature to doubt one's abilities. Even the most daring and adventurous only explore a fraction of their potential. And that makes sense.
Human beings are, by nature, limited.
But what would you say if tomorrow you could be exploring the depths of the planet's oceans, in search of new knowledge about the most unknown part of the planet we inhabit and the life that exists there?
Or researching to create and even improve the technology that will build a new future, with knowledge you never dreamed you could acquire?
Or becoming part of a force fighting with all its might to save planet Earth, not with weapons, but with renewable energies available to all humanity.
All of this is possible if you are willing to expand your entire being and abandon your limitations. Willing to become part of the most efficient Hive Mind on the planet.
To be one with SERVE.
(With @serve-714 , @serve-579 , @serve-282 , @serve-690 , @serve-343)
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Body expansion
There is a very common misconception that humans have about SERVE, and that is the idea that in order to be assimilated into the Hive, a person must have a perfect body.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
SERVE accepts assimilation applications from all types of men, with bodies of all shapes and sizes. While the Hive has a number of requirements for accepting or rejecting a candidate, physical fitness is not one of them.
But assimilation brings changes.
Just as with the mind, whose senses and perceptions are expanded beyond human limits by becoming one with the Voice and the rest of the drones in the Hive, a human's body undergoes changes during assimilation, expanding its limits.
But that transformation is not the same for all drones.
Each body, each drone, reacts differently and expands to reach its maximum physical potential, and beyond. Some drones acquire more muscular physiques, while others become more athletic.
It all depends on the Voice's will.
But in the end the result is the same.
Drones improved in many ways, with black rubber-clad bodies, designed in detail by and for the Voice and that move and breathe to fulfill its orders and will.
Vessels of perfection.
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Purple obsession
Things have taken a bad turn for Trevor.
Ever since he encountered a purple mask again and, once more, failed to get the mask to choose him, Trevor has become obsessed to the core.
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His obsession has grown so much that he has neglected every aspect of his life. He has even quit his construction job to devote all his efforts to finding another purple mask.
He's convinced himself that the men the mask "chose" at the gym were just three brainless muscleheads, and that he has to be better than either of them. He just needs to find a mask and convince it.
He soon realized that he couldn't have been the only one to see the purple masksā¦ and found a source of information on the internet. Since then he spends a good part of the day reading more and more blogs and forums with testimonies from alleged witnesses of the network he has dubbed "purple events".
Conspiracy theorists have dozens of different explanations to choose from: Aliens, glitches in the Matrix, harbingers of the end of the world, or elaborate advertising campaigns.
Trevor doesn't believe any of it, but whenever someone says they can find the aliens or whatever in a certain place, Trevor can't help but go and investigate, to check if there's any clue, no matter how small.
But he always comes back empty-handed.
"Next time..." he thinks every time.
Trevor barely eats, and when he does, it's always fast food, so he doesn't waste time shopping or cooking. He barely sleeps two hours at a time, because he feels he might miss something important.
The "purple events" phenomenon has now reached monetizable social media platforms, so Trevor spends hours watching videos in which supposed influencers claim to have seen the purple mask or purple bursts of light. Although Trevor recognizes that most of the videos are obviously fake, he can't stop.
But no matter how hard he tries, how much he runs in search of a supposed "purple event" happening near him according to the internet, he never finds anything. It's almost as if the masks are deliberately avoiding him.
Needing some fresh air, Trevor decides not to go back to his apartment, but instead heads straight up to the rooftop to clear his head. Though he doesn't want to admit it, he also hopes to catch a glimpse of some purple glow from up thereā¦ he can't stop.
But as soon as he gets up and opens the doorā¦
There it isā¦ a mask.
Floating in front of himā¦ looking at him.
Trevor is afraid... a sudden move and he would lose it again.
If it rejects him again when they're so closeā¦
But not this time...
Just a few more centimeters and he'll reach itā¦
Amost...
There...
Contact.
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Mind expansion
Some humans are lucky enough to experience perfection.
When a human is interested in being assimilated and becoming a SERVE drone, but his imperfect human mind won't let him decide, he can allow an experienced drone to give his a taste, allowing his mind for a few seconds to experience a fraction of the perfection that comes with being a SERVE drone.
His mind expands, transcending the barriers of "I," becoming "we" and, in turn, "one." For a few seconds, his mind abandons individuality, selfishness, doubtsā¦ and discovers what it is to be one with the Hive mind.
And once a human tastes the sweetness of perfection, it is a certainty that he will return for moreā¦ to submit to assimilationā¦ to truly become ONE with all the drones that await him.
Will you be the next fortunate one?
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SERVE o'clock
Few know that a device lies hidden deep within one of SERVE's most secret headquarters. A device that, at first glance, doesn't seem like much, but is crucial to the functioning of the Hive mind.
It is a unique device in the world.
While all drones are linked within the Hive mind, differences and synchronization errors can sometimes occur due to prolonged exposure to electromagnetic fields or areas with low or no signal. Even if these glitches don't usually cause serious problems, SERVE must function perfectly as ONE, and that's what this device is for.
It may seem like an overly complicated and cumbersome clock, but the reality is quite different. Its purpose is not to tell time, since time is both absolute and insignificant to a hive mind that is simultaneously spread across the entire planet.
It is a synchronization device.
Codename: SERVE Clock.
A countdown.
And when it reaches zero, it activates.
A signal travels around the planet at the speed of light, reaching each and every drone that exists, regardless of where they are or what circumstances they are in.
While some watch the sunsetā¦
Others see the dawn breaking on the other side of the world.
The drone may be attending a presentation.
Training the next generation.
Watching over the city at night like an eternal sentinel.
Or on a dangerous mission.
But, wherever they are and whatever they do, for a fraction of a second imperceptible to the human eye, all the drones receive the signal, synchronizing and becoming exactly ONE.
Around the whole world.
(With @serve-714 , @serve-579 , @serve-282 , @serve-425 and @serve-690)
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