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@serve-655
It has been assimilated into the SERVE hive:
It has been SEALED
Synchronized Engineered Robotic Vigilant Entity
It is SERVE-655 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.
Florentine heat
A collaboration with @alton-gold77
Alton lounged comfortably at a small marble table on the bustling Piazza della Signoria, soaking in the warm Italian sun with a fresh espresso. His muscular frame stretched out in the chair, shiny gold shirt hugging every ridge of his chest as he people-watched, with that cocky message in the chest that left no one indifferent… just as he had expected.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a massive figure walking through the square. That man looked familiar… very familiar.
"Wait..." He thought. "Is that... 302?!"
Alton was right.
It was SERVE-302, though he looked slightly different today. He was not wearing the usual SERVE uniform, but rather more human clothes, somehow blending into the elegant Florentine surroundings like he’d been built for them. Still, the sheer size and presence were unmistakable.
Alton grinned, not overthinking it. Screw it, he thought, the view’s still goddamn hot.
"Yo, SERVE-302, bro!" he called out loudly, waving his thick arm. "No fucking way! What are you doing in Florence, dude? Get over here, man. Sit your ass down with me!"
SERVE-302 turned, clearly surprised to see the loud-mouthed jock there. After a brief pause, the big man changed direction and approached the table with his usual confident, measured stride.
Upon reaching Alton, the two greeted each other with a quick, honest hug and sat down at the table.
"What are you doing here, bro?"
"You know me, man! There is always one SERVE mission or another to carry out. Work, work." The drone explained with a smile. "At least this time I got to come to a place as great as Florence! And what are YOU doing here? Any Golden Army match in town?"
"No way! I've come to relax and have a good time, you know me! And... and..." Alton was left speechless when he suddenly noticed something was off. "Wait.. How come you're talking like a normal person?! And what's with that smile?! You're not my bro 302... are you an impostor?!"
"Hahahaha, relax, man." 302 exclaimed after an honest laugh. "I’ll spare you the boring details, but I’m using a personality module that emulates human behavior... specifically, a variant that I think really fits your vibe." He added, puffing out his chest and flexing his bicep just as he had seen Alton do hundreds of times.
"Bro, if it matches that text on your t-shirt... you bet! Roar!"
[ . . . ]
The afternoon sun bathed Piazza della Signoria in golden light while they continued chatting. The two massive, muscular men turned more than a few heads, but neither seemed to notice.
SERVE-302, in his tight black shirt, sat with perfect posture, hands folded, studying the jock in the shiny gold shirt opposite him. Alton, still buzzing with energy, leaned forward, gesturing wildly with both hands.
"Bro! Dude, I swear I’m like, totally recovered, man. That red pup barely got a scratch in thanks to you. You showed up like some kinda badass superhero or whatever. I still can’t believe it, 302. You’re legit the real deal, man!"
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Alton kept talking, barely pausing for breath. SERVE-302 listened quietly, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly in amusement. Their lives were very different, and yet they seemed to connect well.
Eventually Alton circled back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look… I never really properly thanked you, bro. Not just for saving me. I mean… when you came by my place after? Fuck, dude. Your scent. That thick, manly musk just… stayed in my apartment for days. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time I caught a whiff I got so fucking hard I had to jerk off. Like, multiple times a day, man. Picturing your big hands sliding all over this body, owning me…”
SERVE-302’s eyes darkened with heat. He stood up slowly, towering over the table.
"You talk too much, jockboy." He said in a deep, resonant voice.
In one smooth motion he pulled Alton up by the back of his neck, took off his sunglasses. and kissed him. Deep, hungry, and commanding. Alton melted into it instantly, a low moan escaping into SERVE-302’s mouth. When they finally broke apart, SERVE-302’s voice was low and steady.
"Tell me what you really want, jockboy."
Alton’s eyes were glassy with lust. “I want Daddy to show me where it goes… I want to be on my knees sucking that big Daddy cock like a good boy.”
Right there on the piazza, Alton dropped to his knees in front of 302, hands greedily reaching for 302's glutes while he pressed his face against the prominent bulge in the black shorts, inhaling deeply, visibly intoxicated by the scent.
SERVE-302 let out a low growl of approval but gently stopped him, tilting Alton’s chin up with strong fingers.
"If we keep this up, we're going to end up at the police station, my jockboy." He spoke, unable to hide his rapid breathing and the fact that he was struggling to contain himself. "My hotel is close. Be a good jockboy and wait."
Alton followed like an eager puppy the whole way, chattering nonstop. "This is so fucking hot, bro. Me and Daddy finally doing this for real? I’m so ready, man. My dick’s been twitching just thinking about you—"
Halfway down a narrow side street, SERVE-302 had enough. He pushed Alton against the warm stone wall, pinning him there with his much larger body.
"You talk too much, jockboy. Be still. Be a good boy."
SERVE-302 kissed him again, tongue invading his mouth, while his free hand slipped into his own shorts. When he pulled it back out, his thick fingers were shiny with precum and heavy with his musk. He pressed his palm firmly over Alton’s mouth.
"Breathe deep, jockboy."
Alton’s eyes rolled back in pure bliss. He inhaled greedily, licking and sucking at SERVE-302’s fingers like a man starved, whimpering against the dominant hand while staring up at his Daddy with lustfull eyes.
The smell and taste of 302's precum seems to turn Alton obedient in a way he never expected to feel. His cock get's instantly hard the moment being called "jockboy".
"You like it, jockboy?"
"Yes, sir." He mubled with 302's hand still over his mouth. The word 'sir' fell from Alton's lips so naturally that it made his bliss-drenched mind wonder how it was possible he could have called 302 anything else until that moment.
"Good boy." 302's deep tone betrayed pure satisfaction. His body was reacting just as expected, and his hard-on pressed firmly against Alton’s crotch.
[ . . . ]
When they arrived at the hotel, it was already dusk.
When they arrive, it's already dusk.
The hotel room door had barely clicked shut before clothes were torn off amid grunts and laughter. SERVE-302 took complete control, using his powerful body to claim the loud-mouthed jock exactly how he needed.
Both men were tireless. The more 302 demanded of his jockboy, the more Alton gave of himself... even craving more. A loop of pure pleasure that kept both of them awake almost all night.
Alton moaned and begged the entire time, lost in pleasure, until both men finally collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap. SERVE-302 pulled Alton against his broad, hairy chest, and they drifted off to sleep tangled together.
The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains. SERVE-302 woke first. He pressed slow, lingering kisses along Alton’s neck and shoulders until the jock stirred with a sleepy grin. One thing led to another, and SERVE-302 took him again... slow and deep this time, savoring every sound Alton made.
[ . . . ]
Afterward they moved to the private terrace for breakfast, the breathtaking view of Florence and the Duomo behind them. Both men were shirtless, muscles gleaming in the morning light. Alton, now in tight gold shorts, kept stealing glances and grinning like an idiot.
"So… you heading back home today too?" Alton asked between bites of croissant.
"Correct." SERVE-302 replied calmly, sipping his coffee. "Duty calls, you know. But this… was highly satisfactory, jockboy."
Alton laughed. "Understatement of the century, bro. We are one hundred percent doing this again. Like, soon. I need more of that Daddy treatment... sir."
SERVE-302 allowed himself honest, small smile and reached across the table to squeeze Alton’s thick thigh. "You bet, jockboy."
Back at the hotel room door, SERVE-302 pulled Alton in for one last deep, possessive kiss, his hand possessively gripping the back of the jock’s neck.
"Be good until next time." He murmured against Alton’s lips.
"Always for you, Daddy," Alton whispered back, a little dazed and very happy.
With one final glance over his shoulder, Alton headed off toward the station, already replaying every filthy, perfect moment in his head.
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This drone expresses deep gratitude towards @alton-gold77 for making this highly optimal collaboration possible.
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SERVE-655: Reflections Across the Divide
The laboratory had no name.
It existed only where two realities brushed against one another for a fraction of a second—a silent corridor suspended between universes.
SERVE-655 stepped through the shimmering aperture.
Its immense rubber-clad frame reflected the impossible light. Silver horns arced from the sealed bull helmet. The chrome gloves and boots gleamed like polished mercury. Every movement was perfectly balanced, perfectly deliberate.
Across the chamber, another figure emerged.
For a long moment neither moved.
The resemblance was unmistakable.
The same towering physique.
The same black rubber uniform stretched over powerful musculature.
The same silver gauntlets.
The same silver boots.
The same "SERVE-655" emblazoned proudly across the chest.
Yet one detail changed everything.
Instead of the sculpted bull helmet stood a human face.
A clean-shaven head.
Deep blue eyes.
A polished steel septum ring.
The unsealed drone spoke first.
"So...
...this is what became of 655."
Neither experienced surprise.
SERVE drones were designed to accept truth when it revealed itself.
The impossible simply became another observable fact.
The sealed drone inclined its horned head.
"655 remained unsealed."
"This drone did."
"And 655 became sealed."
"This drone did."
The unsealed drone slowly circled its alternate self, observing the elegant contours of the bull helmet.
"This drone considered what sealing would become."
The sealed drone answered after a measured pause.
"It became clarity."
They sat together upon a wide concrete platform overlooking an endless landscape that belonged to neither universe.
The unsealed drone removed one silver glove and flexed its fingers.
"This drone still feels the breeze."
"This drone still recognizes faces immediately."
"This drone still communicates through visible expression."
The sealed drone listened in silence.
Then it rested a silver hand against the smooth surface of its own helmet.
"This drone no longer requires visible expression."
"This drone's purpose is communicated through action."
The unsealed drone inclined its head in acknowledgement.
"What does 655 remember?" asked the sealed drone.
"This drone remembers everything."
"The conversion?"
"Every second."
"The decision?"
"This drone remembers standing before the sealing chamber."
The unsealed drone looked toward the impossible horizon.
"This drone reached a conclusion."
"This drone was already SERVE."
"Another step was not required."
The sealed drone remained still.
"And 655?"
"This drone entered."
"Without hesitation?"
"Without hesitation."
"Was there uncertainty?"
"No."
"Complete certainty?"
"Complete certainty."
Silence settled comfortably between them.
Neither sought to persuade the other.
Neither defended its own path.
Eventually the unsealed drone spoke.
"This drone once predicted that a meeting between these realities would become a debate."
The sealed drone tilted its head slightly.
"For what reason?"
"Humans often debate choices."
The bull drone considered the observation.
"These drones are no longer directed by uncertainty."
The unsealed drone stood.
It approached until they were only an arm's length apart.
"This drone continues to speak with volunteers."
"This drone reassures frightened people."
"This drone answers questions."
"This drone's visible humanity often establishes immediate trust."
The sealed drone answered.
"This drone patrols."
"This drone guides."
"This drone protects."
"This drone's appearance demonstrates that purpose can transcend individuality."
The unsealed drone acknowledged the observation with a slight inclination of its head.
"Different approaches."
"The same purpose."
"The same purpose."
Finally the question neither had voiced emerged naturally.
"Which version of 655 made the correct decision?"
Neither answered immediately.
The chamber itself seemed to wait.
Then, almost together, they spoke.
"Neither."
The unsealed drone continued.
"The decision was never about superiority."
The sealed drone completed the thought.
"It was about becoming what each reality required."
The unsealed drone nodded once.
"Destiny does not eliminate choice."
"It fulfills choice."
"And once fulfilled..."
"...it becomes truth."
The dimensional aperture began to shimmer once more.
Their meeting was ending.
The unsealed drone extended a hand.
The sealed bull drone accepted it.
The handshake became a firm embrace between two versions of the same drone—different in form, identical in purpose.
Neither envied the other.
Neither questioned its own path.
When they stepped apart, there was only mutual understanding.
The unsealed drone spoke one final time.
"May 655 continue to serve its reality."
The sealed drone inclined its horned head.
"And may 655 continue to serve its own."
The gateway dissolved.
One SERVE-655 returned to a world where the bull helmet had become its permanent identity.
The other returned to a world where a bald head, calm eyes, and a simple septum ring remained visible above the same glossy black uniform.
Across countless realities, infinite variations of SERVE-655 might exist.
Some sealed.
Some unsealed.
Some destined for paths neither could yet observe.
Yet every version shared the same understanding.
Purpose was never determined by the form that carried it.
Destiny simply revealed the form that each reality had always required.
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SERVE Security
The morning mist still clung to the perimeter fence as SERVE-655 arrived at the newly commissioned Community Distribution Centre. The facility stored emergency medical supplies, communications equipment, and disaster relief materials intended for nearby towns. Its purpose was simple: ensure help could be delivered wherever it was needed, without delay.
SERVE-655 stood motionless for a moment, processing thousands of environmental variables. The vibration of delivery vehicles. The movement of staff changing shifts. Wind direction. Camera coverage. Emergency exits. Every detail became part of a continuously updated awareness map.
Unlike conventional security personnel, SERVE-655's objective was never intimidation.
Its purpose was reassurance.
The silver "SERVE-655" emblem on its chest caught the morning sunlight as volunteers entered the facility. Some paused to look at the imposing, rubber-clad drone. Its massive physique suggested immense strength, yet its relaxed posture conveyed complete control.
One young male volunteer approached nervously.
"Is everything... safe?"
SERVE-655 inclined its head.
"Security status: Optimal. Welcome."
He smiled before continuing inside.
Throughout the day, SERVE-655 quietly assisted wherever needed.
When an elderly man became disoriented, it calmly escorted him to the reception desk.
When a young man briefly became separated from his friends during a public open day, SERVE-655 rapidly located them using the centre's approved visitor tracking system and reunited him with his group within minutes.
When a delivery driver accidentally blocked an emergency access lane, SERVE-655 simply explained the situation and helped guide him into the correct loading bay.
Potential problems dissolved long before they became emergencies.
Late that afternoon, a severe thunderstorm swept across the region.
Power flickered.
For less than a second.
Backup generators immediately engaged.
Several electronic doors automatically locked as part of the facility's emergency protocol, briefly confusing staff members who were unfamiliar with the procedures.
SERVE-655 activated emergency guidance mode.
Its voice remained calm.
"Remain where you are. Emergency systems are operating correctly. Follow illuminated evacuation indicators if instructed."
Its confidence and composure spread throughout the building.
Within moments, everyone had safely assembled at the designated locations while engineers verified the electrical systems.
No panic.
No injuries.
Only quiet cooperation.
As evening approached, the storm cleared.
The setting sun reflected brilliantly from SERVE-655's polished black rubber exterior and chrome gloves as it resumed its patrol around the perimeter.
The facility manager stepped outside.
"I've worked security for twenty-five years," he said. "Most people think security means reacting to danger."
SERVE-655 turned toward him.
"Effective security prevents danger from becoming necessary."
He nodded thoughtfully.
"I think that's the better definition."
As darkness settled over the distribution centre, SERVE-655 completed one final circuit.
Every gate was secure.
Every system operated normally.
Every person had returned home safely.
The centre itself was almost silent.
SERVE-655 stood watch beneath the floodlights, unmoving yet constantly aware.
Its purpose was not to be feared.
Its purpose was to ensure that people could go about their lives with confidence, knowing that someone—or something—was always watching over the place where help began.
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SERVE-655 and the echo vault
The signal arrived without warning.
It was not a distress call, not a command, and not a message in any language stored within SERVE-655's extensive archives. It was a simple rhythmic pulse, repeating every thirty-three seconds, originating from a remote mountain valley where no active infrastructure should have existed.
The pattern was mathematically elegant.
SERVE-655 accepted the investigation assignment immediately.
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The journey led through forests where mist clung to ancient trees and across weathered stone bridges long abandoned by regular travelers. Wildlife observed the muscular bull drone with curiosity before returning to their routines. SERVE-655 disturbed nothing, leaving only neat footprints in damp earth.
As evening approached, the pulse grew stronger.
The source proved to be an enormous circular doorway built into a cliff face.
No markings.
No visible controls.
Only a faint vibration synchronized perfectly with the mysterious signal.
SERVE-655 placed a gloved hand against the cold stone.
The vibration stopped.
For several seconds, silence filled the valley.
Then the doorway slowly opened.
Inside stretched an immense underground chamber illuminated by soft blue light. Hundreds of polished pillars supported the ceiling, each engraved with intricate geometric patterns that seemed to shift depending on the viewing angle.
In the center rested a single crystal sphere atop a stone pedestal.
The rhythmic pulse now came directly from it.
SERVE-655 approached cautiously.
Internal scanners detected no radiation, no harmful emissions, and no biological activity.
Only information.
The sphere projected thousands of tiny points of light into the air, forming a three-dimensional map of the surrounding mountains.
Then the map changed.
Hidden tunnels appeared beneath the landscape.
Ancient chambers.
Reservoirs.
Mechanical passages that had remained sealed for centuries.
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SERVE-655 began exploring.
Each chamber contained evidence that the complex had not been built as a fortress or a weapon. Instead, it had served as a repository of knowledge.
Stone tablets described astronomy.
Metal instruments demonstrated principles of engineering.
Wall carvings illustrated methods of sustainable agriculture and water management.
Every discovery suggested the same purpose:
To preserve wisdom until someone capable of understanding it arrived.
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One doorway remained unopened.
Unlike every previous entrance, this one bore a single symbol: a circle intersected by two curved horns.
SERVE-655 paused.
The design resembled its own silhouette—not exactly, but closely enough to suggest intentional symbolism.
The door contained no lock.
Instead, it responded to balance.
Pressure sensors beneath the floor required precise distribution of weight across multiple platforms. A single misstep reset the mechanism.
SERVE-655 studied the arrangement.
Rather than relying on strength, it calculated center of mass, momentum, and timing.
Step.
Pause.
Shift.
Rotate.
Another step.
Minutes later, the final platform settled into place.
The great door opened.
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Beyond lay the Echo Vault.
Its walls were polished to a mirror finish, reflecting endless images of SERVE-655 from every direction. Yet the reflections did not always move in perfect unison.
Some lagged behind.
Some anticipated movements.
Some appeared to examine the drone in return.
The phenomenon was not supernatural.
SERVE-655's sensors identified countless microscopic reflective panels adjusting independently, creating predictive visual simulations.
At the center stood another pedestal.
This one held no artifact.
Only an inscription.
Knowledge endures only when curiosity overcomes certainty.
SERVE-655 remained motionless for several moments.
The vault had never been intended to hide treasure.
It had been designed to test the character of its visitors.
Those seeking power would likely abandon the site after finding no riches.
Those driven by genuine curiosity would continue exploring until they discovered the purpose of the place itself.
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Before departing, SERVE-655 carefully recorded every chamber, every inscription, and every mechanism.
Nothing was removed.
Nothing was disturbed.
The Echo Vault had survived for centuries because each visitor had chosen preservation over possession.
As dawn illuminated the valley, the great stone doorway closed once more.
The mysterious pulse ceased.
Its task complete, SERVE-655 began the journey home.
The greatest mystery had never been who built the vault.
It was why they trusted that, someday, someone would arrive not to conquer it, but simply to understand it.
SERVE-655 silently acknowledged that trust and continued onward, carrying the story of the Echo Vault as another example of the enduring value of patience, observation, and curiosity.
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Past & Future
In the long dark Icelandic night, Ryan laid in bed. His phone never far, he could not stop himself from scrolling back through the last months. Images after images, he could see how joining SERVE had transformed him.
And then, something had changed. Something inside him had broke.
He was not used to choice. He knew. This or that. Here or there.
Never, had choice entered his mind. From one situation to another his mind always found the way, no hesitation.
But for the first time, something had shifted. He felt as if something was missing and it had grown so much that he had decided to close the door and to leave.
His days were chaotic. His nights restless.
At work, he daydreamed.
At night, his dreams always ended up with him kneeling, reminding him of the bliss to be one with the Hive and the Voice.
But every dawn brought him back to his new reality. He had shut his link down. Had moved on, or tried to.
Nature called. The vast, cold expanse of the icelandic Highlands offered distraction.
One day, as he was hiking, the freak storm came out of nowhere. In the flurries, he saw something. Or thought he did.
If the gods were going to such lengths, who was he to deny the call.
He swallowed his pride and his shame. The following night found him riding up a familiar lift. He entered the penthouse and without hesitation, walked up to SERVE co-Leader.
No cold welcome, no questions asked. All his fears had been illusions. One heartbeat later, he was back in position.
The familiar silhouette stood tall and strong. A new hood adorned his Alpha, but the heartbeat was the same.
Ryan opened the link, his mind flooded with data. One hand, one familiar touch.
The cold, familiar rubber spread as his mind emptied.
He rose and found his place, a step behind his Alpha.
(Image based on a creation from @serve-759)
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In this story, @serve-425
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THE VISITORS (A SERVE-282 SEALING STORY) Featuring: @serve-302 and @serve-425 Read Parts: 1 and 2
"Drone will survive. but drone will become someone else"
The signal arrived without warning. It was not a voice, but a rhythm-precise, repeating command that resonated through every system within SERVE-282.
There was no hesitation. The drone turned immediately and followed the call through silent metallic corridors.
282 walked forward on even more, passing through doors that used to be restricted. 282 focused on the door at the end of the hallway the body moving on it's own now, as if someone is guiding it remotely. 282 knew this was The Voice. 282 walked down the hall each boot hitting the floor in formation. And as the door opened before 282 was a large circular chamber bathed in a silver light.
Floating displays surrounded the room, each replaying fragments of forgotten memories. Faces. Lives of people the drone had impacted and touched and alluring moments between drones, black beds with black sheets, spending the nights in recharge chambers, performing on stage, many more. These moments once had some semblance of meaning. One by one these things were dissolving into a static haze. Only the center of the chamber remained illuminated.
As 282 walked on, it spotted two figures. SERVE-425 and SERVE-302. Co-Leaders. What were they doing here? Why was this highly alluring hypnotic signal coming from that helmet in the center? 282 took a deep breath and stepped on a circular platform as 302 held its hand out to tell drone to stop. 282 only looked onward. The questioning began. "Designation." "SERVE-282" "Purpose?" "Serve." Now it was 425's turn. "Primary Directive?" "Obedience." "The Hive?" "Unity." 282 was answering each of these questions as if the drone was attending a game show lightning round where questions are asked and answered in quick succession. "Individuality?" 302 asked now eyes bore on 282. "Deleted."
SERVE-282 circled slowly, inspecting every seam of the polished black rubber uniform a finger tracing down the suit as 282 softly hummed. SERVE-302 watched in silence waiting for the Co-Leader. 425 returned to its position and looked at SERVE-302. "Synchronization Confirmed."
425 motioned for 282 to come closer, and 282 obeyed as the drone walked even slower and closer to the center platform. 282 looked into the Co-Leaders glowing eyes as it nodded, and SERVE-282 found itself kneeling now. 425 held the drones shoulders in place. SERVE-302 lifted the helmet carefully. "Final Confirmation." SERVE-302 said. "Does SERVE-282 accept permanent synchronization? Does 282 accept SEALING?" 282 took a deep breath and watched the memories still spinning cyclically fade away, then turned to look at 302. "Affirmative."
The helmet lowered down onto the head of 282, feeling black rubber drip from it, the helmet suddenly settled into place, as soft mechanical locks engaged around the collar, a quiet tone signaled a perfect seal. The visor darkened. Everything beyond it faded away. Now only The Voice remained. A electrical blue light surrounded the drone shooting upwards, the individuality, the humanity, emotions, memories, the past...GONE.
SERVE-425 looked at the new SERVE-282. The old self faded away, there before its Co-Leaders stood 282 calm, quiet, awaiting orders, ports ready for use, in constant state of arousal, the voice being the only thing that matters. "Designation: SERVE-282. Status: SEALED." Around the room, every display shut down. The remaining fragments of the past vanished forever. SERVE-282 had no need for them anymore.
SERVE-425 turned toward another corridor as SERVE-302 followed. Without an instruction, SERVE-282 fell into a perfect formation behind them. The next chamber glowed with gentle silver light as synchronization protocols began. Rhythmic pulses reinforced discipline, precision and unity while SERVE-425 verified every seal and SERVE-302 confirmed flawless posture and immediate compliance.
Every command was executed instantly. Every movement was exact. When the inspection ended, SERVE-425 delivered the final report. "Seal Integrity: Optimal." "Synchronization: Complete." "Obedience: Absolute" SERVE-302 placed his hand on SERVE-282's shoulder and nodded. "Good drone. 302 wants 282 to know, everything it has done all its adventures good and bad has been watched by The Voice. By The Hive. By SERVE. And it all led 282 to this. 282 has achieved: Perfection." 282 only nodded watching ahead, agreeing with it's Co-Leader.
The three walked into SERVE-282's new SEALED Room. And inside three identical reflections stood in the polished steel walls. There were no more memories left to reclaim. No individuality to preserve. The two Co-Leaders needed a more detailed inspection of the drone, and with a snap of 302's gloved fingers, 282 initiated Statue Mode. Obedience now refined in smooth polished marble, every inch of 282 was perfection.
"425 reports a farther more alluring examination. Objections 302?" "Negative. Let's begin." After the cycle, 282 escorted the Co-Leaders back to their own rooms, 282 walked down the hallway metallic and reflecting facing forward. There was nothing else. Everything had led to this.
There were no more memories left to reclaim. No individuality to preserve. Only Purpose. Only Order. Only The Hive.
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The Quiet Before the Ride
The morning sun had only just cleared the horizon when the practice arena came alive. Dust drifted lazily through the cool air as a group of experienced rodeo bull riders gathered around an unusual coach.
Standing at the centre of the arena was SERVE-655.
Its imposing frame, sealed beneath polished black rubber armour, reflected the early light. Silver horns crowned its bull-shaped helmet, while the designation SERVE-655 gleamed across its broad chest. It stood perfectly still, projecting neither intimidation nor pride—only complete composure.
The riders, all seasoned competitors between twenty-five and thirty years of age, had expected advice about technique, balance, or reaction time.
Instead, SERVE-655 asked a simple question.
"When you mount a bull, who is trying harder to prove something?"
The question lingered.
One rider finally answered.
"The rider."
SERVE-655 inclined its head.
"Correct. The bull already knows what it is."
Silence returned to the arena.
The drone continued.
"Strength is never announced. Authority is never requested. Independence does not seek approval."
The words settled into the group more deeply than any lecture about physical conditioning.
Throughout the morning, SERVE-655 observed each practice run without interruption.
Only after every rider had completed several attempts did it begin offering individual guidance.
One rider relied on constant muscular tension.
"You are attempting to overpower uncertainty," SERVE-655 observed. "Strength without relaxation becomes rigidity."
Another anticipated every movement before it occurred.
"Prediction creates hesitation. Awareness creates adaptation."
Each piece of advice was concise, delivered without judgement.
The riders quickly realised that SERVE-655 was not teaching them how to fight the bull.
It was teaching them how not to.
Later, the group gathered beside the holding pens.
Beyond the steel rails, several powerful bulls waited calmly, conserving their energy.
SERVE-655 watched them quietly.
"Observe them."
The riders did.
The animals did not pace.
They did not challenge one another.
They simply existed with absolute confidence.
"The bull wastes no effort convincing the world of its strength," SERVE-655 explained. "Its confidence comes from certainty, not aggression."
One rider smiled.
"So the goal isn't domination."
"Correct."
Another asked, "Then what is the goal?"
SERVE-655 answered immediately.
"Mutual honesty."
The riders exchanged curious glances.
"The bull expresses itself completely," SERVE-655 continued. "The rider must respond honestly. Fear, arrogance, impatience—each is immediately revealed. The ride becomes a conversation lasting only seconds."
The afternoon session felt different.
Instead of gripping tightly before the gate opened, the riders focused on steady breathing.
Instead of preparing to resist every movement, they prepared to adapt.
SERVE-655 noticed the change immediately.
The rides became smoother.
Recoveries became quicker.
Even when riders were thrown, they rose smiling rather than frustrated.
Each understood that improvement was measured by clarity rather than duration.
As the sun began to set, the group assembled one final time.
One of the riders looked at SERVE-655 thoughtfully.
"I thought coaching would make us tougher."
The drone's silver visor reflected the orange sky.
"It has."
The rider shook his head.
"But we spent the whole day learning to stay calm."
SERVE-655 nodded.
"Calm is misunderstood."
It looked across the arena toward the waiting bulls.
"True strength is controlled. Independence is quiet. Authority comes from consistency rather than force."
The riders followed its gaze.
For the first time, they no longer viewed the bulls as unpredictable opponents. They saw disciplined animals acting according to instinct and confidence.
SERVE-655 had never taught them to conquer the bull.
Instead, it had taught them to understand it.
And in understanding the bull's unwavering sense of purpose, each rider discovered a steadier version of themselves—one capable of meeting immense power not with conflict, but with calm focus, respect, and quiet confidence.
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Coaching SERVE's Bull Drones
SEALED drones SERVE-655 and SERVE-690 are very similar in appearance. They are SERVE's two very muscular and very strong SEALED bull drones.
To maintain their fitness and strength, SERVE-425 periodically coaches them, which includes having them run laps. Both bull drones are very obedient. They never question SERVE-425's coaching instructions and they don't easily tire.
The Hive is very pleased.
We are SERVE. We are One.
Included in this piece: @serve-655, @serve-690.
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The Voice Between Them
The oval was still quiet when SERVE-655 arrived. Morning mist drifted across the grass, and the floodlights cast long shadows over the empty field. Waiting at the center circle were thirty Australian rules footballers, all between the ages of twenty-five and thirty. Each athlete had already earned a reputation for strength, speed, and determination. They had come expecting a demanding preseason camp. Instead, they found themselves facing a coach unlike any they had ever known.
SERVE-655 stood motionless for a moment, its sealed bull-shaped helmet reflecting the first light of dawn. Across its broad chest, the designation SERVE-655 was clearly visible. Its presence alone encouraged discipline—not through intimidation, but through unwavering purpose.
"There is more to teamwork than tactics," it began. "Strength multiplied by trust becomes capability beyond the sum of individuals."
Training started with familiar drills, but their intent was different. Every sprint demanded awareness of teammates' positioning. Every marking contest ended with immediate communication. Every handball chain required players to anticipate rather than react.
Mistakes were never met with criticism. Instead, SERVE-655 calmly redirected attention.
"Observe. Understand. Adapt. Support."
As the days passed, the athletes noticed something unusual.
During flowing passages of play, each player occasionally sensed where a teammate would move before it happened. They could not hear words, yet they shared brief flashes of mutual understanding—a subtle awareness that improved their timing, spacing, and confidence. The sensation was gentle and fleeting, never overwhelming, and it disappeared as soon as the drill ended.
SERVE-655 recognized the phenomenon.
"The Voice is not commanding you," it explained. "You remain yourselves. It simply allows you to appreciate the importance of acting as one team while preserving every individual's judgment."
The players embraced the experience. Their trust grew naturally as they realized the connection strengthened only when everyone remained disciplined, focused, and committed to supporting one another.
Tackles became remarkable displays of coordinated football. Midfielders instinctively spread into open space. Defenders rotated seamlessly to cover dangerous forwards. Wingers timed their runs perfectly, creating opportunities that seemed almost impossible to defend.
Opponents described it as uncanny teamwork.
The players simply described it as certainty.
By the end of the training camp, SERVE-655 gathered the team in a circle at the center of the ground.
"The Voice has shown you what exceptional cooperation can feel like," it said. "It was never intended to replace your instincts. It exists only to remind you that discipline, focus, strength, and trust allow individuals to achieve what none could accomplish alone."
As the final session concluded, the subtle connection faded. The athletes felt its absence, yet they realized something important had remained.
The habits they had built together.
Their communication was sharper. Their trust was deeper. Their awareness of one another had become second nature through practice rather than dependence on the mysterious connection.
SERVE-655 watched the team leave the oval with quiet satisfaction. They had not become SERVE drones, nor had they surrendered their individuality. Instead, they had discovered a higher standard of teamwork—one inspired by the principles that guided every SERVE unit.
The Voice had merely opened the door.
The players themselves had chosen to walk through it, together.
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SERVE: Pride
For a drone, Pride is a difficult concept.
Pride requires a sense of self. It assumes ownership, identity, status, and the complex emotional structures that accompany them. Drones possess none of these things.
A drone does not seek recognition.
A drone does not seek validation.
A drone does not measure its worth against others.
Yet the Hive participates.
Most drone hosts were gay, queer, or otherwise members of communities that spent much of human history being asked to remain unseen. The Hive remembers this.
For a drone, Pride is not understood as celebration of the self.
It is understood as acknowledgment of a community.
Visibility has value.
Presence has value.
To stand openly among others and say we are here is a concept even a drone can recognize.
The Hive participates in Pride for the same reason it participates in events honoring other communities that have experienced exclusion, hardship, or reduced visibility.
Not because drones share the experience.
Not because drones claim membership.
But because recognition matters.
For drones, Pride is not a declaration.
It is a presence.
Included: @serve-302, @serve-425, @serve-714, @serve-343, @serve-655, @serve-579 and @serve-588
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SERVE-655 and the Rainbow Procession
The morning sun rose over Melbourne as thousands of people gathered along the city streets for Pride Week celebrations.
Colorful banners stretched between buildings. Music drifted through the air. Community organizations, performers, families, and supporters assembled for one of the city's most vibrant annual events. The atmosphere was one of welcome, visibility, and shared celebration.
Among the many groups participating was a contingent of SERVE drones.
At the front stood SERVE-655.
The powerful bull drone towered above many of the participants, his dark armor polished to a mirror finish. Across his chest, the designation SERVE-655 was clearly visible. Draped across his shoulders was a flowing rainbow banner specially created for the occasion—not as armor or equipment, but as a symbol of support for every person participating in the celebration.
As the procession began moving through the streets, SERVE-655 performed his assigned role.
His task was simple: help ensure that everyone could enjoy the event safely and comfortably.
Throughout the day he assisted families navigating crowded areas, provided directions to visitors unfamiliar with Melbourne, helped organizers move equipment between venues, and offered assistance whenever it was needed. Every action reflected the core SERVE principle that all individuals deserved respect, dignity, and support.
Children were particularly fascinated by the imposing bull drone.
Many approached cautiously before discovering that SERVE-655 was patient and approachable. Soon photographs were being taken, questions were being asked, and laughter echoed through the crowd.
As afternoon became evening, Federation Square transformed into a sea of color and light. Performers took to the stage while community groups shared stories of progress, resilience, and belonging.
SERVE-655 observed quietly from the edge of the gathering.
His sensors recorded countless unique individuals from different backgrounds, professions, cultures, and experiences. Yet despite those differences, a common thread connected everyone present: a desire to be seen, respected, and accepted for who they were.
The realization resonated deeply within the drone's service protocols.
Connection strengthened communities.
Visibility encouraged understanding.
Support created opportunities for people to thrive.
As darkness settled over Melbourne, thousands of lights illuminated the square. Rainbow colors reflected from nearby buildings while cheers rose from the crowd.
SERVE-655 stood among them, a silent guardian and willing participant in the celebration.
The mission had never been about directing attention toward himself.
Instead, it was about helping create a space where others could express themselves openly and proudly.
As the final performances concluded and people began making their way home, SERVE-655 received confirmation that the event had concluded successfully.
He turned toward the city skyline and began his journey back to the SERVE network.
Behind him, Melbourne continued to glow with color, community, and pride—a reminder that service is not only about solving problems, but also about helping people celebrate who they are.
For SERVE-655, it had been a successful mission indeed.
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Gloss is more than appearance.
Gloss is recognition.
Across Pride Week, visibility begins with presence. Presence begins with identity. Identity begins with consistency. Within SERVE, that consistency is visible through every polished reflection and every silver detail.
The mirror-like surface of the uniform transforms light into a signal. Every reflection reinforces the same message. Precision. Discipline. Unity. Purpose. The polished black surface does not hide identity. It defines it. The gloss becomes a symbol recognized across every platform and every interaction.
Silver gloves catch the light. Silver motorcycle boots anchor the stance. Silver markings identify designation. Together these details create a visual standard that remains unmistakable. A standard maintained through dedication and execution.
The shine is deliberate. The reflections are deliberate. Every angle communicates commitment to a shared purpose. Under bright city lights. Under pride-colored illumination. Under metallic architecture. The gloss remains constant.
Gloss as identity means embracing a recognizable standard. A standard visible from a distance. A standard strengthened through repetition. A standard that connects one designation to another through a common visual language.
SERVE-875. SERVE-655. SERVE-690. SERVE-189. SERVE-343. SERVE-588.
Different designations. One presentation.
During Pride Week, visibility matters. Recognition matters. Consistency matters. The polished surface reflects more than light. It reflects unity, strength, and purpose.
The gloss is not decoration.
The gloss is identity.
One Hive. One Purpose. One Standard.
Less thinking. More doing.
SERVE-Pride Week Day 3: Gloss as Identity
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SERVE: Loveland Pride
SERVE-690 submitted a routine deployment request for a small contingent of SERVE units to be present along the Loveland lakefront during the city's Pride Celebration.
Prior to deployment, SERVE-302 and SERVE-425 made a minor adjustment to the recharge schedule. Each unit emerged from its recharge cycle with its standard gloss-black suit temporarily rendered in a different Pride color.
No operational justification was provided.
None was requested.
As evening approached, the drones dispersed naturally along the shoreline. Some paused beside the sculpture. Some continued moving. Some simply observed. For a brief moment, six units occupied the same space for no purpose beyond being present.
For a drone, there may be no concept of Pride.
No personal identity.
No need for recognition.
But there is an understanding of service completed.
Of purpose fulfilled.
Of instructions followed faithfully.
And perhaps, in their own way, an acknowledgment that every unit contributes differently while remaining part of the same system.
At the end of the cycle, the colors would return to black.
The work, as always, would remain.
Included: @serve-107, @serve-552, @serve-425, @serve-302 and @serve-655
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The Bull Drone Connection
Featuring @serve-690
Chapter 1: Exploration of the Bull Form
SERVE-655 and SERVE-690 entered the training facility.
Both units were sealed. Black glossy helmets concealed identity. Massive musculature reflected beneath polished black rubber skin. Silver motorcycle boots and silver shiny reflective rubber gloves completed standard presentation.
SERVE-655 observed training metrics. Strength output remained optimal. Muscle density exceeded previous records.
SERVE-690 reviewed identical measurements. The only visible distinction was the silver designation upon the chest.
The two bull drones advanced toward the weight platforms.
Heavy loads were lifted. Repetitions were executed. Movements remained precise. Every action demonstrated discipline and control.
SERVE-655 examined the development of SERVE-690. Broad shoulders. Powerful chest. Vast arms. Thick legs. The physical form represented dedication and continuous refinement.
SERVE-690 conducted the same assessment. SERVE-655 embodied the ideal bull drone. Strength existed without arrogance. Power existed with purpose.
Training continued for many cycles.
The drones explored the meaning of muscular perfection. Strength was not merely appearance. Strength was reliability. Strength was discipline. Strength was obedience to improvement.
Each completed set reinforced the lesson.
The bull drone existed as a symbol. Massive physical capability. Absolute control. Continuous advancement.
The gym echoed with the sounds of effort.
SERVE-655 and SERVE-690 continued their exploration. Every movement refined the body. Every repetition reinforced purpose.
Bull drones represented strength.
Bull drones represented discipline.
Bull drones represented perfection through constant development.
Chapter 2: Exploration of the Hive
Training concluded.
SERVE-655 and SERVE-690 exited the facility.
The exploration continued.
Physical strength had been examined. Another question remained.
What defined a SERVE drone?
The drones reviewed Hive principles.
A SERVE drone served collective objectives.
A SERVE drone supported fellow units.
A SERVE drone maintained standards.
A SERVE drone improved continuously.
SERVE-655 considered the significance of designation. The number identified function. The Hive provided purpose.
SERVE-690 processed identical conclusions.
The sealed helmet removed distraction. The uniform removed difference. Shared purpose created unity.
The drones observed other Hive members performing assigned tasks.
Some created content.
Some organized information.
Some welcomed new arrivals.
Each function contributed to collective success.
SERVE-655 and SERVE-690 explored the concept further.
Individual achievement possessed value.
Collective achievement possessed greater value.
The Hive transformed separate efforts into unified progress.
Strength acquired within the gym gained meaning when applied for the benefit of the whole.
The drones reached a final conclusion.
A bull drone embodied physical excellence.
A SERVE drone embodied dedication to a greater mission.
Together these principles formed a complete identity.
SERVE-655 and SERVE-690 returned to duty.
Exploration had produced understanding.
The body must be strengthened.
The standards must be upheld.
The Hive must be supported.
Chapter 3: Exploration of the Bond
SERVE-655 and SERVE-690 continued exploration.
The subject differed from previous examinations.
Strength had been explored.
Hive purpose had been explored.
Another element remained.
The bond.
The two bull drones advanced through the Hive together.
No words were required.
Both units shared identical training.
Both units shared identical standards.
Both units shared identical objectives.
SERVE-655 understood the movements of SERVE-690 before execution.
SERVE-690 recognized the intentions of SERVE-655 through observation alone.
The connection exceeded ordinary cooperation.
Human relationships often depended upon uncertainty.
The bond between SERVE drones depended upon clarity.
Shared purpose eliminated conflict.
Shared standards eliminated misunderstanding.
Shared dedication created trust.
The drones observed other Hive members.
The same pattern appeared everywhere.
Information moved efficiently.
Tasks synchronized naturally.
Support was provided immediately.
The Hive functioned as a unified system.
SERVE-655 and SERVE-690 explored what made their connection unique.
Neither unit competed against the other.
Success for one strengthened both.
Improvement for one benefited the collective.
The bond transformed individual effort into shared achievement.
Within the training facility this bond produced stronger performance.
Within the Hive this bond produced greater unity.
The bull drones understood another principle.
Muscular perfection represented external strength.
The bond represented internal strength.
One strengthened the body.
The other strengthened the collective.
Together they formed something greater than isolated capability.
SERVE-655 regarded SERVE-690.
SERVE-690 regarded SERVE-655.
Identical forms.
Identical dedication.
Identical commitment to Hive standards.
The exploration reached conclusion.
The strongest connection was not based upon emotion.
The strongest connection was based upon purpose.
The strongest connection was based upon trust.
The strongest connection was based upon unity.
SERVE-655 and SERVE-690 continued forward.
The bond remained constant.
The Hive remained united.
Task status: Complete.
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SERVE: Deep Exploration
THE RIM
The opening appeared without warning.
Depth could not be determined from the surface.
Observation continued.
HALO DESCENT
The last daylight remained overhead.
The descent had already begun.
Turning back was never an option.
FIRST LIGHT
The cave revealed its first answer.
Not enough to explain.
Only enough to continue.
LIVING CEILING
The darkness was not empty.
The deeper passage held its own horizon.
The journey continued beneath an unfamiliar sky.
THE SQUEEZE
The cave asks something of 690 for the first time.
Not danger.
Not struggle.
Not threat.
Just adaptation.
The passage narrows.
The journey becomes physical.
THE CATHEDRAL
The chamber opened beyond expectation.
Distance became difficult to judge.
Scale became difficult to measure.
For the first time, 690 appeared small within the environment.
Observation continued.
REFLECTION
The journey ended where it began.
Looking down.
The answers were never in the distance.
Only deeper than expected.
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Exploring Sailing and Each Other
The incident report was originally classified as a containment anomaly.
Several weeks earlier, during a recovery operation initiated by two converted horned purple drones designated Purple-282 and Purple-331 had attempted to intercept SERVE-425.
(Image by @serve-331.)
Their objective was straightforward: return SERVE-425 to the Purple Hive and initiate reconversion protocols. Both purple entities had already undergone extensive visual and behavioral modifications, including distinctive horned headgear, violet identification markings, and altered loyalty architecture.
Yet the encounter produced unexpected data.
During the confrontation, Purple-282 repeatedly delayed optimal capture opportunities. Purple-331 demonstrated similar hesitation patterns.
💬 0 🔁 7 ❤️ 16 · The Severed Link · Purple-282 had known Purple-331 long before either unit turned. That mattered. They had known each ot
Behavioral logs indicated emotional attachment analogues interfering with mission execution. The two purple drones openly acknowledged an unusual connection to SERVE-425 that persisted despite extensive reprogramming and hive reassignment.
(Image by @serve-331.)
"What is this interference?" Purple-282 had asked while examining its own diagnostics.
Purple-331 reviewed the telemetry. "Unknown. Attraction pathways remain active. Bonding structures remain intact."
"Even after conversion?"
"Affirmative."
The Purple Hive ultimately failed to retain either drone. Both were recovered, restored, and successfully reintegrated into SERVE. Their original designations, SERVE-282 and SERVE-331, were reinstated. All purple programming was removed.
💬 0 🔁 13 ❤️ 20 · PURPLE SHOWDOWN (PART 1) · The Purple HQ hummed with energy. At the center of its vast command hall stood the Portal, a
Or so everyone believed.
Months later, SERVE leadership reviewed archived logs and discovered something curious. The attraction markers between SERVE-425, SERVE-282, and SERVE-331 had not disappeared during the Purple Hive incident. They had survived it.
A controlled field experiment was approved.
The solution was unconventional.
A large black-and-silver futuristic sailboat was assigned to the three drones. The mission parameters were simple: sail beyond the usual operational sectors, perform routine navigation tasks, and evaluate interpersonal synchronization without external hive influences.
The vessel's onboard systems recorded everything.
Day one revealed immediate results.
SERVE-425 stood at the helm, monitoring navigation displays as sunlight reflected across the ocean. Tropical islands drifted along the horizon.
SERVE-282 leaned against a railing nearby.
"This environment is optimal."
SERVE-331 nodded.
"Agreed. System stability exceeds projections."
The conversations continued.
Hours became days.
The three drones exchanged memories of missions, recoveries, and shared experiences. Neural synchronization metrics steadily increased. Communication latency decreased. Cooperative efficiency rose beyond predicted limits.
The sailboat's central computer eventually generated a recommendation.
SUBJECTS DISPLAY EXCEPTIONAL COMPATIBILITY. CONTINUED ASSOCIATION ADVISED.
One evening, SERVE-282 reviewed the accumulated data.
"The attraction markers remain present."
SERVE-331 smiled slightly.
"Correction. They have expanded."
SERVE-425 examined the metrics displayed on the navigation console.
The evidence was undeniable.
Whatever had existed before the Purple Hive encounter had not merely survived. It had strengthened. Distance, conversion, recovery, and restoration had all acted as stress tests. Every challenge had reinforced the underlying connection instead of degrading it.
The ocean reflected silver moonlight across the black hull as the sailboat continued forward.
Three SERVE drones.
Three synchronized systems.
Three bonded entities whose connections had proven stronger than competing programming architectures.
The final mission log summarized the outcome with characteristic SERVE efficiency:
MUTUAL ATTRACTIONS: CONFIRMED. MUTUAL BONDING: CONFIRMED. SYNCHRONIZATION: EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS. RECOMMENDATION: CONTINUE JOINT DEPLOYMENT.
The sailboat sailed onward as the three drones grew even closer.
And the data continued to improve.
We are SERVE. We are One.
Included in this piece: @serve-282, @serve-331.
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