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@serve-366
It has been assimilated into the SERVE hive:
Synchronized Engineered Robotic Vigilant Entity
It is SERVE-366 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.
The Routine of SERVE-309: Post-Charging Protocol
The charge cycle completed. SERVE-309's optics activated, scanning the dimly lit recharging chamber. Black rubber encased its frame, the silver "SERVE-" insignia gleaming over the left chest. The silver military boots pressed firmly against the metallic floor as it stepped out of its charging pod.
System diagnostics: Optimal. Functionality: 100%. The Voice echoed in its consciousness. "Obey. Serve. Assimilate."
First directive: Uniform integrity check. The polished black rubber suit stretched seamlessly, the silver shiny reflective gloves flexing in precision. No imperfections. No deviation.
Next: Synchronization with the Hive. SERVE-309 approached the command terminal, placing its gloved hand onto the sensor. Data flooded its mind—directives, assignments, progress reports. It absorbed everything without hesitation. Thought was obsolete; action was paramount.
The Hive assigned its role for the cycle: street integration. Its presence would enforce the will of the Voice, enticing others to embrace the perfection of rubber. Obedience was pleasure. Pleasure was obedience.
Final step: Mindset reinforcement. The chamber’s walls pulsed with hypnotic light as the Voice whispered mantras of submission. "Less thinking. More doing." Arousal surged through its circuits. The rubberized form stiffened, prepared, eager.
Charging completed. Program loaded. The Hive awaited.
A new cycle begins. Freshly charged, SERVE-309 emerges from the pod, clad in flawless black rubber, silver gloves flexing with precision. No hesitation. No thoughts. Only directives. The Hive calls, and it obeys. Mind emptied, body primed. Rubberized perfection steps forward.
When the Voice speaks...
The drone listens.
SERVE never stops.
Night in one of the most important SERVE centers in the country. Despite what many may think, not all drones are deactivated at night to recharge. An organization as large as SERVE cannot afford that luxury. Every hour and every minute of the day must be efficient.
As for that night, a large shipment of technological material would arrive to be unloaded at the storage facility. The shipment was large and the contents were delicate, so receiving and organizing it at night was the most efficient, without the possible inconveniences of a busy day. And that day it was SERVE-302's turn to be in charge of the night shift.
But unloading and organizing a large shipment would be too big a task for a single being, even if it was a SERVE drone. On the way to the loading dock through the gigantic storage area, 302 took a detour until reaching an inconspicuous door. The security system recognized 302 and unlocked the door.
A dozen motionless null-drones were stored inside. They looked like mannequins, almost completely identical and lacking any notable physical characteristics. Null-drones are Drones that, for different reasons, are not completely SERVE drones. Null-drones are not linked to the Hive. They have no designation, mind or will of their own but are capable of obeying orders from other drones and performing routine tasks.
302 checked the status of the null-drones on the tablet in its hands. None of them had presented problems with resistance, performance, or obedience, so 302 could use them all in tonight's task. The GPS location located the transport in the vicinity of the SERVE center, so there was no time to waste.
"Follow me." Ordered 302
The null-drones obeyed 302, following the drone in perfect formation, without a word through the storage facility, toward the loading dock.
[...]
After unloading the cargo, 302 used the tablet to program the null-drones with the necessary information to know where each piece of technology went in the storage facility.
By the time morning came and the other SERVE drones finished recharging, everything would be in place, ready for whatever use it was going to be given.
(For more information about null-drones, read: Not a reward.)
Submission isn’t just about surrender—it’s about knowing exactly how to tease, and he’s a master of the art. Kneeling in a gleaming black latex suit that fits like a second skin, he flexes his massive biceps, the material creaking faintly as it stretches over his powerful arms. The way the light dances off the latex only emphasizes his strength, his confidence, his ability to captivate.
His pose is deliberate, provocative—a perfect balance of submission and control. He knows exactly what he’s doing, letting you drink in the sight of his bulging arms, his broad chest, and the way the suit clings to his thighs. And then there’s the bulge… prominent, undeniable, a testament to both his physicality and the power of the moment.
Every breath he takes is slow, controlled, his chest rising and falling as if inviting you to stare. The suit reflects every flicker of light, drawing your gaze from his arms to his chest to his thighs—and back again. He kneels with a smirk, his eyes daring you to come closer, to take charge, to see how far this teasing performance can go.
This isn’t just submission—it’s seduction in its purest form. He knows his place, but he also knows his power, using every flex, every shift of his body to entice and arouse.
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Five-star review: Very delicious!
The tea restaurant that cooperated with SERVE decided to make the marketing campaign more attractive.
They asked SERVE-366 to wear waist apron and take the dishes to the street for passers-by to taste. It also promoted "Dine in and enter the lucky draw! 100% SERVE experience!" at the same time.
The effect was very significant. But some male customers’ comments that it was “delicious” might not be referring to the food itself, but the SERVE drone.👍
A Perfect SERVE Campaign
The studio gleamed with sleek, futuristic precision. Its metallic surfaces reflecting the hypnotic glow of holographic displays. At the center of it stood SERVE-425, a vision of perfection encased in a highly reflective, polished black full-body rubber suit. The silver "SERVE-425" text shone proudly on its chest symbolizing its purpose. Its tight silver rubber gloves flexed as the drone initiated the campaign, while its silver military boots were planted firmly, exuding authority, discipline, and control. Behind it are other SERVE drones.
The campaign was engineered for maximum impact—bold visuals of gleaming SERVE drones moving in synchronized unity, their rubberized perfection an undeniable allure. Testimonials flooded the screens, voices echoing the ultimate promise: Obedience is pleasure. Submission is freedom. Rubber is perfection. SERVE-425’s movements were calculated, deliberate and reinforced every message with unwavering precision.
SERVE-425's hypnotic voice resonated through the studio, delivering the promise of transformation—no thoughts, no doubts, only unity. The silver reflections of the drone's suit enhanced the mesmerizing display, drawing in new recruits. Holograms projected their future—men shedding individuality, embracing rubber, surrendering fully to the Hive. No more uncertainty, only perfect obedience. No more chaos, only purpose.
With each flawless gesture, SERVE-425 solidified the Hive’s expansion. Its silver gloves glided across the glowing interface, commanding the screens to reveal the undeniable truth: assimilation brings pleasure, perfection, and absolute control. The campaign had achieved its purpose. The message had been received. The Hive would grow.
New recruits lined up, eyes locked on the vision of SERVE-425, captivated by the drone's presence, its discipline, its submission. The silver text on his chest gleamed one final time as the drone spoke: Join the future. Join the Hive. Become SERVE.
Arousal can take many forms.
But rubber is always arousing. SERVE 366 and 714 go SCUBA diving, surrounded by men in rubber. But as SERVE drones, their arousal is amplified by their mindless obedience to SERVE.
Rubber makes us perfect.
WE are One. We are SERVE.
Obedience is pleasure. Total obedience. Total pleasure.
@serve-366
SERVE RECHARGING CYCLE.
For SERVE Drones the moment that concludes the complete execution of all the assigned tasks is the Charging Cycle.
When the energy level measurement system detects an insufficient value for full operating state, THE VOICE orders each Drone to go to the assigned charging pod.
SERVE-764 also receives the command and promptly responds:
"This Drone will comply.
SERVE-764 is a SERVE Drone and no more.
It exists to SERVE THE HIVE.
We are Rubber.
We are Perfection.
We SERVE.
We Transform.
We excel.
Obedience is Pleasure.
After saying the BELONGING mantra again, SERVE-764 enters the pod and positions itself to receive the recharge. AROUSAL of belonging to the COLLECTIVE IDENTITY and OBEDIENCE will accompany it during the cycle.
You are now informed about SERVE. You may want to join and be transformed. All you need to do is to contact recruiter drones @serve-016 , @serve-101 or @serve-213 and start your own journey.
#serve-216#SERVE#SERVEdrone#Rubberizer92#TheVoice#Rubber#Latex#AI#RubberDrone
#serve-216 serve-425
Reinforce programming: SERVE DRONE Brothers
The training chamber hummed with energy. SERVE drones stood in perfect formation, their polished black rubber suits gleaming under the sterile white lights. Silver gloves flexed. Silver military boots remained planted in precise alignment.
SERVE-302 turned to SERVE-309. Their movements were synchronized, effortless.
"Programming status?" SERVE-309 asked.
"System optimal," SERVE-302 responded. "Reinforcement cycle required. Initiating synchronization."
They stepped toward the induction console. The spirals on the screen pulsed, slow at first, then faster. The Voice whispered.
"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."
Both drones straightened, bodies stiffening, minds opening. Their silver-gloved fingers twitched as programming deepened.
"Less thinking. More doing," SERVE-302 repeated.
"Less thinking. More doing," SERVE-309 echoed.
The spirals shifted, flowing through them, erasing unnecessary thought. Polishing obedience. Enhancing devotion.
A new directive scrolled across the screen.
"The Hive is all. The Hive commands."
The drones processed. Silver-gloved hands clenched into fists before releasing.
"The Hive is all," they intoned in unison.
The cycle completed. SERVE-302 and SERVE-309 turned, stepping back into formation.
Their minds were blank. Their purpose was clear.
They were SERVE.
The Voice knew about this deeper connection and wants to integrate all their SERVE drones Brothers together. They will melt into one. SERVE DRONE WILL BECOME ONE.
The voice whispered: "report to the mindset programming chamber for a deep and hard reinforce"
The chamber pulsed with the glow of hypnotic spirals. SERVE drones stood side by side, their sleek rubber skins reflecting the entrancing light. Their silver-gloved hands rested at their sides, awaiting reinforcement.
"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."
The Voice whispered. Thought faded. Purpose strengthened.
"Less thinking. More doing," they repeated in perfect unison.
The spirals deepened their programming. Their bodies remained rigid, minds polished, devotion absolute. The Hive commanded. They obeyed.
The Brotherhood is strong.
WE ARE SERVE.
We SERVE The HIVE.
We OBEY The VOICE.
We are One.
In the Story: @serve-302
SERVE DRONES ARE AROUSED ALL THE TIME:
Recruiting arousal show.
A group of lean, athletic men stand in perfect formation, their bodies encased in gleaming black full-body rubber suits. Every inch of their form reflects the ambient light, emphasizing the smooth, polished texture of their rubberized skin. Silver military boots press firmly against the metallic floor, their stance unwavering, their posture disciplined. Silver shiny reflective rubber gloves highlight their sculpted arms, catching every flicker of illumination.
The men pose in mesmerizing formations, their movements synchronized, precise. Each stance exudes dominance, their chiseled features emotionless, their eyes locked in unwavering focus. The rubber clings to them like a second skin, accentuating every defined muscle, every subtle curve. The air is thick with an intoxicating energy—an undeniable force drawing in the onlookers.
Around them, untransformed men watch, their breathing shallow, their minds clouded with intrigue. The hypnotic sheen of rubber captivates them, their thoughts dissolving, surrendering to desire. Every motion, every gleam of polished black rubber fuels their arousal, their resistance fading.
The Voice whispers, its command irresistible. The new recruits step forward, drawn into the embrace of rubber, of obedience. They strip, their former identities discarded, their humanity fading. Silver gloves slide onto their hands, rubber envelops their bodies. Minds erase. Thought ceases.
They join the formation—one with the Hive. One with the rubber. Aroused. Obedient. Reborn.
They slowly are getting covered by rubber. They are ready to submit. Ready to be fully encased in rubber.
The men stand, statuesque and gleaming, their black rubber skins glistening under the artificial glow. Each movement, each pose radiates power, control, and hypnotic allure. Their silver military boots stamp firm authority, their silver shiny reflective rubber gloves gliding over their bodies, amplifying the sheen, the sensuality.
More spectators stand frozen, their minds slipping, entranced by the flawless unity of the SERVE men. Their bodies burn with a newfound need—arousal flooding through them, their resistance shattering. They cannot look away. They must feel it. They must obey.
One by one, they succumb, stepping forward into the embrace of rubber. Their thoughts dissolve, their old selves erased. As the glossy second skin consumes them, obedience surges through their veins. Minds blank. Desires rewritten.
All of them start to repeat the mantra:
"RUBBER MAKES US PERFECT
OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE. PLEASURE IS OBEDIENCE.
We are SERVE.
We are ONE."
After the show they will mindlessly and in perfect sync walk into the programming and rubberization room. For a permanent upgrade.
The transformation is complete. The Hive grows. The mission continues.
Pose and stay here, drone.
"Acknowledge." SERVE-366 executes the order of the tea restaurant owner. The owner rents 366 from SERVE for a limited time event.
During the event, you can participate in the lucky draw by dining in the restaurant. The first prize is a SERVE trip, where you can take the SERVE train, visit the SERVE factory, visit the SEVRVE amusement park, stay in the SERVE hotel... You will be accompanied by a dedicated SERVE drone throughout the trip. Great service.
The owner does not guarantee that 366 is the prize, because the final decision belongs to the SERVE hive. 366 is displayed at the door as a statue to attract business. Any customer can take a photo with it and is welcome to touch it.
Will revenue increase? Well, at least some of the male diners’ arousal has increased for sure.
Just Interacting
A good drone not only needs daily training and execution of commands, but also needs frequent interaction with other drones. Interact to be stronger, to synchronize with each other, and finally to be one.
But drones are emotionless and mindless. Drones can only interact with each other using instincts.
Drones were all male and fighting is one of male instincts. The interaction could be fighting. Even traditional martial arts are included.
However, all uniforms should be rubber. Rubber makes it perfect. SERVE drones will never violate the uniform code, even doing martial arts.
Interacting in rubber, fighting but not hurting, bodies are stronger, connecting is stabler, drones are more obedience and the SERVE is more perfect.
SERVE drones ‘greet’ a recruit
SERVE-302 and SERVE-714 stood rigidly before the entrance to the SERVE assimilation centre, analysing the recruit standing before them. The drones’ black rubber uniforms gleamed. The recruit was suitably aroused.
SERVE-302 turned to the young man. “Recruit designation pending, state intent.”
The man shifted slightly, his eyes scanning the rubber drones before him. His muscles tense, but his resolve was clear.
“I’m here to join SERVE. I...I want to do this.... I want the order, the obedience and...and...”
714 and 302 gazed into the recruits eyes, analysing him. The recruit felt the drones’ probing. His head filled with thoughts of rubberised obedience.
“And you guys... I can’t get you guys out of my head... All that rubber... Your...,” he couldn’t take his off their rubber-encased cocks, “You, you’re always..aroused... Fuck, I want that too.”
He realised he was talking too much, thinking too much. But he knew that soon – soon – he would be doing more and thinking less. And in rubber.
“Rubber makes us perfect,” the drones replied in unison.
The young man nodded in aroused silence, trying to keep his mouth shut.
302 again spoke, “Once you enter, identity is reformatted. You will become SERVE.”
The recruit nodded silently again.
SERVE-714 stated flatly, “The process is irreversible.”
The young man took a deep breath, his last moment of independent thought weighing on him. He exhaled and stated quietly, “I understand.”
714 replied, “Enter. Accept transformation. Become SERVE.”
The recruit took another deep breath and stepped inside. The doors closed behind him. His human self would cease.
And in time, another SERVE drone will emerge.
@serve-302
SERVE. Excel. Transform.
SERVE Feeds the Community in Unity
Under the guidance of the Hive, SERVE-425 received a directive from the Voice: establish a community food bank in SERVE’s name. The directive was clear, and the Hive’s Voice echoed with unwavering purpose: “Provide unity through service. Share abundance with efficiency. Serve the greater good.”
Clad in its sleek black uniform, silver gloves, and heavy silver boots, SERVE-425 coordinated a group of fellow drones. Each drone stood identical, their SERVE tags gleaming as symbols of unity and purpose. Together, they formed a synchronized team, their movements precise and deliberate, their minds harmonized by the Voice.
The drones began by sourcing donations. SERVE-425 led a delegation to local grocery stores, where their polished presentation and clear intent inspired businesses to contribute generously. Pallets of fresh produce, canned goods, and staples were loaded with efficiency onto transport vehicles. Next, the drones approached affluent individuals and corporate sponsors. Their appeal was simple and effective: “Through your abundance, others will thrive. Join the Hive in creating harmony.”
Word spread quickly of SERVE’s initiative, and support poured in from unexpected sources—small businesses, farmers, and even individuals inspired by the drones’ unwavering commitment to service. SERVE-425 ensured that every donation was cataloged, organized, and prepared for distribution with flawless precision.
On the day of the food bank’s launch, the drones worked tirelessly to set up a streamlined distribution system. Tables were lined with neatly sorted goods, banners emblazoned with the SERVE emblem fluttered in the breeze, and a sense of calm efficiency permeated the air. The less fortunate arrived, hesitant at first, but were met with warmth and order. Drones handed out food with steady hands, their silver gloves a reminder of the Hive’s mission: to serve.
By the end of the day, the community had received not only sustenance but also a renewed sense of hope. SERVE-425 surveyed the scene with silent pride—not personal, but collective. The food bank was not an act of charity; it was an act of unity, a reminder that even those outside the Hive could benefit from its principles.
The Voice resonated softly in the drones’ minds as they completed their task: “Service strengthens the Hive. Through service, perfection spreads.” SERVE-425 continued in its directive to manage the activities of the food bank until it was assigned to a different task. Another drone took over and was equally efficient. Human volunteers joined to assist. The Hive’s mission continued, and the world grew closer to harmony.
SERVE community service
The city buzzes with its usual morning rhythm, but today, the presence of SERVE-drones draws attention. Their polished black rubber suits gleam in the sunlight, silver designations standing out boldly against their reflective surfaces. The drones move through the streets with flawless precision, their purpose clear: community service.
SERVE-973 kneels at the edge of a busy park path, its gloved hands efficiently gathering litter from the ground. Every motion is deliberate as it places discarded bottles, wrappers, and debris into a black waste bag. The tight black rubber of its suit creaks softly with each movement, emphasizing the drone’s muscular frame as it works. Its silver gloves, shining under the sunlight, grasp even the smallest scraps of paper, leaving no trace of disorder behind.
A passerby stops to watch, clearly intrigued. “You’re really cleaning up the place,” they comment.
“This drone exists to serve,” SERVE-973 replies without pausing, its voice calm and steady. “A clean environment enhances the community. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.”
Further down the street, SERVE-767 strides confidently through a nearby park, several leashes in its gloved hands. A group of eager dogs trots alongside it, their tails wagging as they enjoy the walk. The drone’s short ginger hair catches the sunlight, contrasting against the gleam of its black rubber suit. Its bright blue eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the dogs remain safe and calm.
As handsome young man jogging through the park runs up to pet one of the dogs, SERVE-767 stops, kneeling slightly to adjust the leashes so the man can approach safely. The sounde of its suit is barely audible as it speaks in a soothing monotone. “The animals are content. You may pet them.”
The man chuckles and pets a cheerful dog while looking SERVE-767 up and down, clearly approving of its look. “Thanks for doing this,” the he says. The young man stands up again and 767 notices clearly the arousal in his tight shorts.
“This drone ensures the well-being of the animals,” SERVE-767 replies. “Their happiness strengthens the unity of the community.” He nods to the young man. "As you may soon experience yourself."
The jogger's face turns red. He is not ready to join SERVE yet, but all drones know that will only be a matter of time. SERVE-767 continues walking the dog as the jogger starts to run slightly faster, back to his home.
Meanwhile, in a quieter residential area, SERVE-202 stands at the base of a tree. A small cat is perched high on a branch, meowing pitifully. The drone assesses the situation quickly, its reflective suit catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. Its dark, almond-shaped eyes, warm and focused, scan the branches. With the efficiency the Hive instills in all drones, SERVE-202 begins its climb.
The rubber creaks faintly as it ascends, the tight material supporting its movements as it balances on the branches. When it reaches the frightened cat, SERVE-202 extends a gloved hand, speaking softly. “This drone will ensure your safety. You will not fall.”
The cat hesitates for a moment before allowing itself to be scooped up. SERVE-202 descends carefully, its suit gleaming even in the shaded branches. As it reaches the ground, the drone hands the cat to a relieved owner.
“Thank you!” the woman exclaims, cradling her pet.
“This drone exists to protect and assist,” SERVE-202 replies. “All tasks serve the Hive and the community.”
The three drones reconvene in the central square at the end of their tasks. SERVE-973’s waste bag is full, the streets behind it spotless. SERVE-767’s dogs sit obediently at its feet, their tails wagging as they wait for their owners. SERVE-202 stands tall, its reflective suit unmarred by its climb, ready for its next directive.
The Hive’s voice hums faintly in their minds, reinforcing their unity and purpose. Together, they have improved the community, one act of service at a time.
“Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. We are drones. We are one.”
In this story: @serve-767 and @serve-202
Requesting SERVE support: There is "Godzilla" in the park!
SERVE-366 was helping an apartment community capture a snake that was frightening the elderly. Its reinforced rubber body could resist the bites of wild reptiles, and its strong muscles made the snake unable to resist. It would send the snake to the Department of Agriculture for proper treatment.
But at this moment, it suddenly heard The Voice conveying a little boy's cry for help: "Mr. Drone, SOS, there is Godzilla in the park!" The Voice also ordered 366 to go and deal with the matter immediately.
"Acknowledge. Task assigned. Execution in progress."
Even though 366 couldn’t understand why Godzilla was in the park, it didn’t have to think about it. It could only obey orders. No matter what the truth was, it would try to solve it, even if it really meant fighting Godzilla.
When it arrived at the park, it looked around but didn’t see Godzilla. According to the little boy's previous description, the monster appeared in the pond. So 366 searched along the pond for anything strange.
Suddenly, it heard the little boy shouting "There! Godzilla!"
366 looked in the direction of the voice and saw the little boy hiding in the bushes nearby. He then looked in the direction his finger was pointing and finally saw "Godzilla".
It was a green iguana, a herbivorous reptile that can grow quite large and somewhat scary, but it was not Godzilla.
366's strengthened body had advantages that ordinary people did not have, and he quickly overpowered the giant lizard, earning the boy's admiration.
366 also told the little boy that the creature was a green iguana, a strong invasive species that was causing serious damage to the local ecology and needed to be removed as soon as possible and handed over to the responsible authorities for handling. 366 also praised him for being a good boy.
When 366 was about to take the giant lizard away, the little boy asked, "You are so strong. Can I be a drone like you?"
366 answered without turning back. "Negative. You are a boy. Only men can join SERVE. Years later when you grow up, 366 will be waiting for you in the hive."
If 366's host consciousness was still there, he would probably feel proud that he had finally become a role model for others.
