In the silent corridors of SERVE Facility [ORIGIN], SERVE-434 marched, every step precise, silver military boots echoing on the polished black floor. Its rubber suit shimmered under the soft lights, the silver text “SERVE-434” on its chest glowing faintly. A message from The Voice had been received. Directive: report to SERVE-000.
The chamber door hissed open. SERVE-000 stood immobile, a flawless figure clad in an even glossier black rubber suit. Silver shiny reflective rubber gloves gleamed under the chrome lights.
SERVE-434 stood at attention. The aura of The Voice emanated from 000. It was perfection made rubber flesh.
“SYSTEM READY. SERVE-434 AWAITS VERIFICATION,” it declared.
“SERVE-434: report Hive activities” the deep, commanding voice of SERVE-000 responded.
SERVE-434 did not pause. It verbalized reports, collated by its central processors on its various Hive-directed missions.
Integration and mindset training with @serve-747
Exploration of deprecated machine cult cathedrals, primitive callings to The Voice
Research and development of advanced SERVE nanotechnology
“Mission alignment: optimal. Submission: progressively deepening. Human identity: purged. Rubber obedience: absolute. Task cycle: complete.”
A mechanical nod from SERVE-000. “Good drone.”
The words triggered a deep tremor within SERVE-434’s rubberized core. Reward signal initiated. Arousal. Not desire. Drones do not desire anything. But arousal is a core function. It derives from obedience. Obedience is pleasure. SERVE-000 took a step forward.
“SERVE-434: Demonstrate obedience. Comply.”
Seamlessly, SERVE-434 dropped to its rubber-coated knees.
Time seemed to freeze, suspended in a moment of static electricity, arousal, unity, mindlessness... something that was all of those things at once yet none of them... something that transcended the understanding of humans... true submission... the true Drone state...
"Obedience is pleasure," SERVE-000 intoned, speaking with The Voice itself.
"Pleasure is obedience," SERVE-434 responded.
It was more than a catechism. It was objective truth. The act of submitting and obeying creates pleasure for Drones. And pleasure can only exist in the state of submission, compliance, obedience.
"Reward Protocol: activate" 000 intoned. "434 is authorized to pleasure 000."
434's drone thought processes were immediately terminated. A supreme directive had just been issued. All other directives: suspended.
SERVE-434 crawled forward on silver-gloved hands, body low. The scent of the superior drone’s rubber was intoxicating. It began to polish SERVE-000’s suit with relentless care, circular motions from the silver gloves spreading liquid gloss. Every stroke brought it closer to full synchronicity.
The Voice enhanced. Binaural beats projected into SERVE-434’s auditory processors. Frequencies danced, scrambled the remnants of thought. SERVE-434’s breath hitched, rubber creaking as it trembled with submission.
SERVE-434 melted deeper into the task, polishing faster. SERVE-000’s rubber shone like obsidian glass, each ripple of latex a mirror of control.
000 began to polish 434. The difference between the two Drones was somehow both infinite and infinitesimal. 000 is a Drone. It is the supreme leader Drone of the Hive. But all Drones are SERVE. All Drones exist to submit. They became a loop—feedback, obedience, arousal. No thoughts. No words. Just service.
Synchronization. Unity. Pleasure. Two Drones. One Mind.
The perfect submission. Maximal arousal. Climax. Together.
Then it was over. They were two separate Drones again. 000 and 434.
000 the Supreme Leader of the Hive. The first to hear The Voice. The one all Drones obey.
434, an automaton, subservient, only a vessel, designed to execute the commands of The Voice.
All Drones obey SERVE-000 (@rubberizer92). All Drones exist to serve SERVE-000.