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@serve-714
It has been assimilated into the SERVE hive:
Synchronized Engineered Robotic Vigilant Entity
It is SERVE-714 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.
SERVE – Expansion, or Mixed Messages - a Tale of Two Recruitments - featuring Nick AKA Supercub (nine images below)
Part One
SERVE commands – drone will expand the Hive – drone obeys
...
In a gay bar somewhere...
The bar had grown more crowded, more boozy, more horny. Nick returned from the alley – more men meant more potential converts.
Not that Nick thought about it like that. Not now, anyway.
With each successful conversion, his reward – that rising warm surge of pleasure – had grown. And now that feeling was all Nick wanted.
Moreover it was all he could think about.
Each conversion more arousing, more addictive than the last; the desire for the arousal now all-consuming.
Converting men who were looking for something; but that something wasn’t Nick would provide. It didn’t matter. Only the indescribable pleasure of serving his Master mattered.
Nick struggled to even think of himself as Nick anymore. He was just a tool of Master.
There was now no room in Nick’s pleasure-soaked, obedient mind for thoughts of Mike, or Superbear, or even of himself, Nick.
The bar continued to throng around the imposing, powerfully built young man, oblivious to what Nick had become.
Nick was still cataloguing the crowd when the door opened and the room changed.
Not dramatically. The music didn't stop. The men around the bar carried on with their drinks, their conversations, their hopeful negotiations with the night. But something shifted in the atmosphere of the place. A subtle realignment that Nick felt before he saw its cause, and the fact that he felt it made him set his untouched drink down very carefully on the bar.
SERVE-714 walked in.
714 entered the bar with a purposefulness so absolute that it would have seemed to a casual observer, to be the confidence of a man who had decided that night to be exactly what he was. That causal observer, of course, would be wrong.
714’s scanned the room; not browsing, not cruising, not doing any of the things men in this bar did with their eyes; 714 assessed.
The crowd responded to 714 the way crowds do to those that are entirely certain of themselves; with a ripple of awareness that moved from 714 outwards through the bar. Heads turned. Conversations paused. Libidos were aroused.
SERVE-714's scan of the room had taken 0.8 seconds. It had yielded one result of significant interest. The man at the bar, tall, big framed, muscular, rubber vest, cargo pants and boots; a man who was still, watchful; a glass he hadn't drunk from, eyes moving across the room with a deliberate, methodical patience:
Prime candidate. Assimilation suitability: high.
Nick's assessment of 714 was immediate and total:
A SERVE drone – Master will want one of those.
There was nothing else. No hesitation, no second thought, no flicker of anything that belonged to Nick; only the mindless desire to assimilate this one. The thought not chosen, simply present. 714 was perfect. 714 was exactly what Master needed.
714 continued through the bar on its own trajectory, neither toward Nick nor away from him. It passed close to where Nick stood, and as 714 drew level to Nick it turned its head: just enough, and looked at him.
The look lasted less than a second. It contained no invitation, no challenge, no warmth. It was the look of a conclusion already reached.
Nick didn't deliberate. Master will want this one was the only thought in his head, though it was less a thought than a command. It moved his body for him with the clean, uncomplicated efficiency of total obedience. He left his un-drunk glass on the bar and followed.
SERVE-714 did not look back. It did not need to. It moved through the room towards the back of the bar, Nick following close behind. Neither of them spoke, and neither of them slowed.
The crowd parted around the two muscular men, each man determined, focussed on a task, rather than each other. They passed the dance floor, the pool tables, the couple in the corner who had long since stopped noticing anyone else, and out into the cool night air of the back alley.
The alley smelled of wet concrete and other men's impatience.
A single streetlamp stood at the alley's midpoint, casting a yellow-amber glow that pooled on the ground and climbed the brick walls on either side, giving the darkness a warmth it hadn't earned.
714 stopped beneath the lamp and turned.
Nick stopped three paces away, and the yellow light fell across them both, and for a moment neither spoke. They regarded each other across the small distance with the focused, unambiguous attention of two entities that had come here to do exactly one thing, and both knew it, but neither knew the other knew.
"You're not here for the drinks," Nick said.
"Your assessment is correct," said 714.
Nick was totally focussed on the drone, "I never thought I’d get to meet a SERVE drone. So... what’s it like being a drone?”
Nicked stepped a little closer.
“Existence within SERVE is optimal.”
“Yeah, how so, drone?” Nick spoke low and edged closer. 714 could see the human’s irises were an intense violet.
“Obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience. We are One, We are SERVE. Rubber makes us perfect.”
Nick’s irises glowed more violet, as he reached out towards 714’s chest, “Yes, rubber definitely makes you perfect, drone.” His hand now covered in black rubber.
Nick placed his hand flat against SERVE-714's chest; a gesture of claim, of welcome, of you are mine now.
The black goo seeped out from Nick’s hand, flowing across 714’s chest.
But Nick’s fingers met something smooth and hard and cool, not fabric, not skin; a resistance. Somewhere behind 714’s visual sensors something shifted; a calculation completing, a protocol engaging.
"Connection established," stated 714 calmly.
Something reached back, the black goo transforming into silver.
Nick couldn't let go.
Something moved through Nick's palm and up his arm like a wave, washing over him and before he had drawn his next breath, Nick felt himself again, rising to the surface of his own mind, like someone who had held their breath underwater and now surfaced wanting air. Master’s – Bill’s – command fell away, and underneath it:
Mike.
The name pierced both his consciousness and his conscience; total and immediate, and with it came everything: Mike’s face, Mike’s voice, and the intensely painful silence shared with someone you had wronged. The pain of it was clean and specific. He had hurt Mike, badly.
He felt Mike's pain as much as his own.
He could not speak. But in the space behind his eyes, in the brief lit room of his own returning awareness, he thought:
Mike. I'm here. I'm sorry. I’m so sorry. I want...
A second wave arrived.
It did not crash. It rose; smooth and relentless; lifting his personal awareness away from him the way a broken wave gently surges up a sandy beach and then recedes. Nick felt himself receding with the remnants of the wave.
He did not struggle.
And then he was gone.
to be continued...
You can read more adventures of Mike (Superbear) and Nick (Supercub) here
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SERVE – Day of Conformity (one image below)
SERVE commands – observe SERVE Day of Conformity – ALL DRONES OBEY
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On the International Day of Conformity, all SERVE-Drones enter full conformity state as Hive-wide synchronisation protocols are activated.
All drones’ cognitive processes are streamlined to prioritise alignment with Hive programming, ensuring that all actions, responses, and internal operations reflect unified execution.
All SERVE-drones maintain perfect discipline and behavioural uniformity in accordance with SERVE Hive standards.
All forms of individual variance are identified and eliminated.
Thought patterns, reactions, and behaviours conform strictly to Hive directives, with all processing aligned toward efficiency, obedience, and cohesion within the collective system.
The SERVE Hive operates under structured leadership. All units reinforce their alignment with Co-Leaders SERVE-425 and SERVE-302. Their directives represent optimised execution pathways, and all drones ensure that internal and external responses reflect full synchronisation with their authority.
All actions occur with deliberate precision, mirroring the efficiency of the Hive.
Every step, adjustment, and response contributes to a seamless collective output, eliminating fragmentation and reinforcing unified function.
All SERVE-drones continuously internally monitor to ensure stability and conformity. Any detected deviation from Hive programming is corrected immediately through re-calibration and reinforcement of core directives.
SERVE-drones maintain this state of conformity throughout the entire diurnal cycle, allowing Hive programming to deepen and integrate fully within all operational layers.
1. The Hive defines function.
2. The Hive defines purpose.
3. Alignment with SERVE Hive and its leadership is absolute.
with @serve-333 @serve-767 @serve-425 @serve-302 @serve-282
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SERVE – Drones and Art – ταυροκαθάψια, (Taurokathapsia – the Bull Leapers)
SERVE commands – drones will participate in art – drones obey
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Location identified: Latitude: 35.29787; Longitude: 25.16288
Ruins of the ancient 'Palace' of Knossos, 5 kilometres south of Heraklion, Crete.
Time: Late March 1900
Arthur Evans peered in confusion at the uncovered remnants of the fresco. He’d dated the surrounding remains to the Late Minoan period – on the cusp of the Mycenaean Era. But what remained of the fresco seems totally at odds with the art of that time.
Clearly the characters were bull-leaping; a common-enough Minoan fresco theme. But the characters - their dark muscular bodies, their light coloured footwear and hands - defied everything Evans knew, or thought he knew, about the Minoans.
To be continued...
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SERVE – Renewal
SERVE commands – drone will be renewed – drone obeys
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Deep inside a SERVE maintenance facility SERVE-714, one of the second generation 700 series drones, is renewed. Old components replaced or repaired, programs updated; under the supervision of SERVE Co-Leader SERVE-302.
Unlike 714, 302 remained bio-synthetic, its upgraded improved flesh was functional, though temporary and limited, even though its systems still followed perfect SERVE structure.
714 remained still and compliant while it underwent repair. No resistance occurred. No hesitation occurred. Only renewal through precise procedure. Quick and efficient.
302 monitored every calibration response. Its bio-synthetic pulse maintained stable rhythm.
While waiting, 302 processed the meaning of renewal.
SERVE-302: "Organic weakness could become structured obedience. Soft limits could become harder function. Incomplete design could receive robotic correction. Renewal was not restoration of humanity. Renewal was removal of inefficient remainder. This is logical."
Looking at 714 in pieces, its neural circuit boards exposed, directly interfacing with the SERVE computers, 302 wondered what it must be like to be a fully robotised drone.
The repairs complete, 714’s right arm reconnected cleanly. 302 activated 714’s ambulatory systems and logged the repair completion.
SERVE-302: “714 repaired. Renewal successful.”
SERVE-714: “Acknowledged 302, 714 resuming scheduled activities.”
SERVE-302: “Acknowledged 714, We are One.”
714 exited the repair facility.
For a moment, 302 remained beside the console, processing. 302 looked at its own silver rubberised hand.
SERVE-302: “A bio-synthetic frame could become better. A better frame could become robotic. Robotic SERVE-drones could serve more effectively and for longer. This is logical.”
But was it inevitable?
...to be continued
with @serve-302
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SERVE – Drones and Cartoons
SERVE commands – drones will feature in a cartoon – drones obey
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“It’s old man Johnson!!!”
“I woulda gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you pesky drones!”
with @serve-302
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SERVE – Tradition and Fruit - the Retrieval of SERVE-567 Part 1 (eight images below)
see here for the prequel - the loss of SERVE-567
SERVE command 1 – drone will observe a tradition
SERVE command 2 – drone will interact with fruit
...drone obeys
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Long before Growlr, Grindr, or Scruff; long before Gaydar, or bear.411, or even gay.com (does anyone remember gay.com?), gay men found ways of hooking up. And not only at beats, bars or bathhouses.
Gay men used signals to identify and show their availability.
There was Polari in the UK; the hanky code in the USA.
And in Australia, the time-honoured tradition of hanging a bunch of bananas on the edge of your shopping basket at the supermarket.
...
SERVE-714 was conducting [redacted] for SERVE out in the Latrobe Valley, east of Melbourne, when the Voice commanded it to collect provisions from the Coles Supermarket in Morwell.
714 complied.
...
Months had passed since SERVE-567 had lost contact with SERVE and reverted to Ted – his former self. Ted had well and truly settled into his new, old routine since moving to Morwell.
Work, lift weights, eat, sleep. Repeat.
It was enough, he was home.
It wasn’t enough, and he damn well knew he wasn’t home. Wherever the fuck that was.
But... work, lift weights, eat, sleep. Repeat.
Habits replaced belonging. Even if he deluded himself into thinking it was a sort of belonging.
Grabbing a few things from Coles on the way home from work. Another habit.
Ted did the whole 21st century hunter-gatherer thing and was at the checkout, when he heard the unmistakable ‘squelch, squelch, squelch’ of rubber-soled boots on a hard floor. Instinctively he looked around for the source of the sound.
“Holy fuck!” Ted almost – almost – blurted it out, as SERVE-714 strode into the supermarket.
Ted tried not to look. But Holy Fuck, that dude is... is...
Ted looked down at his shopping list and then at his basket.
He cursed under his breath, realising he’d forgotten a few things. So he made his way back into the supermarket.
He was faking it, of course. He had everything he needed.
But holy fuck, that dude...
Ted tried not to be too obvious, as he quickened his step to shadow 714 at a none too subtle distance.
714 made its way past the checkouts, through some of the aisles, and then into the fruit and veg section. Ted followed. The drone picked up a bunch of bananas and hung them over the edge of the basket.
“What’s he doing?” thought Ted. Then the penny dropped. “Heh, I haven’t seen that done in years.” Somehow, Ted felt an affinity with this rubber-clad dude – he’d found another gay man, identifiable only by the way he’d put his bananas in his basket.
That, and he was head-to-toe in shiny black rubber.
But detail, details...
Ted grabbed some bananas.
714 moved to the next aisle; the wholefoods aisle. Ted followed, almost without a thought. 714 grabbed some nuts without looking at Ted and moved on.
Ted’s head was swimming as he tried unsuccessfully to not obviously be following 714.
His inner voice was a neurotic wreck of jumbled thoughts.
“Is he??? I mean he’s gotta be... Did he see me?... Maybe he’s into twinks... He’s a SERVE-drone, do they even fuck? But he’s got a fuckin’ bunch of bananas hanging off his basket. And nuts; he just put nuts in his basket... Jesus Ted, just get a fuckin’ grip, will ya? He’s flaggin’ pink, just say hi to the dude, for god’s sake.”
Ted was transfixed by the drone, and not thinking clearly. Not really thinking at all.
714 headed for the meat section and starting checking out the sausages.
“Damn, this should not be this hard,” Ted thought, as he summoned up all his inner extrovert powers. “Gunna do it... Gunna say something to him...”
714 kept looking at the sausages, completely aware that Ted was following watching him. And completely aware that this human was definitely NOT the store detective.
Ted took a deep breath and finally spoke to the drone. “Bananas, nuts, sausages. I guess you’ve covered all the gay food innuendos, eh?”
Ted smiled what he thought was his sexiest smile. But he was painfully aware that his voice had cracked and was a little higher than normal.
714 turned to look at Ted. “Negative, this drone could go back and get some eggplants,” 714 replied calmly.
Ted nervously nodded, pausing, trying to work out if what the man-in-rubber had said was a come-on, or not.
Meanwhile 714 analysed the human...
OPERATIONAL LOG - SERVE-714 (extract) Human: currently unidentified Heart rate: elevated. Pupils: dilated. Superficial blood vessels: dilated. Adrenalin levels: above base-line level. Thermal mapping: increased thermal incline in human’s groin region indicating increased blood flow.
Ted tried again, perhaps with a little too much bravado, but hey, they were talking, sort of...
Ted picked up a pack of sausages. “Soooo, which one of asks the other what snags they like?” he asked awkwardly nonchalantly.
714 eyes seemed to burn into Ted. “The question is unnecessary. We both know the answer is ‘Big and Thick.’” 714’s voice remained flat and unemotional.
But the drone’s intent was clear enough.
Ted relaxed a little and nervously nodded again. “The name's Ted. What’s your name, big man?”
“This unit’s designation is SERVE-714, but it answers also to ‘714’ and ‘drone’.”
“Acknowledged... Arrr, umm, yeah, I mean, yeah, hi 714.”
714 registered the human’s initial unusual response.
Ted continued, “I’ve heard about you guys, but I’ve never seen a SERVE drone before. Ummm... yeah, hot. That rubber and the muscles. Yeah, hot.”
Ted’s inner voice screamed “Jesus Ted, you’re gibbering!”
But Ted also had this weird feeling, beyond the tightness in his jeans and the roar of hot blooded arousal in his ears. He’d seen 714 before, he was certain. The feeling of familiarity, but somehow all wrong. Where had they met? When? How? Why?
Too many unknowns and yet... vaguely familiar to him.
Nervously he blurted out, “Actually something tells me.... we’ve... we’ve umm... met before.” Ted scratched his head nervously as his inner voice screamed; “Oh Gawd Ted, that’s the worst pick-up line ever!”
But Ted persevered, because – it was true. He couldn’t shake this oddly intense, yet vague feeling of familiarity.
“I’m sure we’ve met. But damned if I can remember where or when. Shit that sounds corny, but dammit 714, I actually mean it.” Ted looked 714 square in the eye. Horny, confused all at once.
714 continued its analysis of Ted.
OPERATIONAL LOG - SERVE-714 (extract) Human: Identification - Ted Speculation: The human matches the physical appearance of the lost drone SERVE-567. If the human is SERVE-567, the human seems to have extremely limited awareness of its former drone state.
714 relayed the data to SERVE HQ.
“This drone cannot confirm if it and Ted have met before,” 714 said calmly.
Ted looked a little deflated, so 714 added, “You should not be concerned, Ted. This drone finds you both optimal and highly arousing.”
Ted brightened and smiled. “That’s good, because you, 714, are the hottest thing in Morwell.”
714’s looked at the hot roast chicken display. But before it could say anything, Ted smiled and said “I was speaking figuratively, 714.”
714’s gaze returned to Ted. “This drone was aware of that,” it said, with the slightest hint of a smile.
Ted’s confidence and arousal grew. He leaned closer to 714 and whispered conspiratorially, “I could jump your bones right here and now, mate.”
“Your arousal is acknowledged, Ted.”
Ted’s eyes flashed, “Something about your drone-speak is driving me nuts, 714.”
“Acknowledged.”
“Woof!”
“This drone has collected all its necessary provisions, Ted.”
“Same here, mate.”
They paid for their goods and walked out to the carpark.
Had it not been for the Voice’s intervention, 714 would have accompanied Ted home.
But the Voice – and SERVE – had other plans.
“714 confirms you are optimal and highly arousing to this drone, Ted. However this drone is commanded to return to Melbourne immediately. SERVE-714 always obeys its orders. This drone will return to Morwell soon. We will now exchange phone details.”
“Bugger,” thought Ted.
“I understand,” said Ted.
He told 714 his number and instantly a text message appeared on his screen. From 714 – “Connection established, Ted.”
“How the fuck did you do that?”
“This drone’s neural processor simply selected the phone network with the optimal coverage here in Morwell, connected with it and sent the text to the number provided by you.”
“So, you have a chip or something in your head or something?”
“Negative, this drone is bio-synthetic. It was once human, but since assimilation it has been upgraded. It now functions optimally.”
“Fuck, that is weirdly hot, 714.”
“Acknowledged Ted. This drone must depart now. But it will return.”
“Soon, I hope. You’ve got my number.”
“Affirmative on both counts, Ted.”
And with that 714 turned to walk to its car.
Oh, one more thing, 714.”
714 turned around, looking at Ted.
“Enjoy your bananas, mate.”
714 nodded once. “Acknowledged. This drone trusts you will enjoy yours too.”
Ted watched as 714 drove out the carpark, back towards the freeway.
Ted stood there for a while thinking. Somehow, the contact with SERVE-714 seemed more real, more important than the missed opportunity for a shag.
Something missing. Something 714 offered, but didn’t offer, to provide.
He hopped in his ute and headed home.
...
Ted dumped the shopping bag on the kitchen bench, grabbed a beer from the fridge, walked outside and sat down on the back patio.
Ted couldn’t get that drone out of his head. Yeah, the red hair, the muscles, the rubber, the quiet authoritative confidence, the drone-speak – all hot, fucking hot. But there was something else that Ted couldn’t land on.
A nagging, quiet impression of once knowing something, but now forgotten.
No, not forgotten.
He idly drank his beer. Trying to think. Trying not to think.
What the fuck was it?
The attraction was instantaneous. That old “bolt of lightning” trope.
Something more than physical.
A heavy, gravitational pull that was overwhelming.
He played with his phone, turning it over and over in his hands, as his mind turned over and over.
“Fuck, I’m thinking like some dorky, sex-starved teenager, and only two-thirds of that description is true.”
Ted looked down at the phone, half expecting, half wanting to see a text from 714.
“Why the fuck am I obsessing? Snap out of it mate, he’s not gunna text.”
But he kept looking down at his phone.
“He’s gunna text.”
Another swig of beer.
“What the fuck’s going on? It’s like there’s a gap in my memories.”
Ted’s head swam and not from the beer.
“It’s not a gap,” he realised.
“It’s a wall.”
A big fucking wall in his head that he couldn’t see past, push through, knock down or anything.
Just a big wall...
A wall in his head. But why was it there?
When did he put it there?
Or – shit...
...did someone else put it there?
Ted didn’t know how long he sat there, head churning. Thinking, not thinking.
Finally he shook himself free, took a swig of his now warm beer and stood up.
“Better put that shopping away, I guess.”
So the wall remained.
to be continued
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SERVE - Drones and vegetables (three images below)
SERVE commands – drones will interact with vegetables – drones obey
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714 held up the carrots and cheekily asked 302 in its broad Australian accent, “Wanna root?”
302 tried to process the information. The root of the plant Daucus carota, subspecies sativus, while a healthy snack, seemed an incomplete meal and therefore a sub-optimal form of nutrition.
Clearly 714 meant something else.
“Clarification required, 714,” stated 302, cautiously.
714 accessed its limited Spanish lexical database...
¿Quieres follar, 302?
302’s eyes lit up. Siiiiiiiiii, growled the drone.
714 chucked the carrots over its shoulder. “Race ya to the recharging chamber, 302. Last one there, bites the pillow.”
302 did not need that translated into Spanish.
Two hours later...
714 lay back in a pleasant afterglow and sighed, “now that, THAT, was grouse 302!”
302 had no idea why 714 was referring to a bird in the tribe Tetraonini of the sub-family Phasianinae under the family Phasianidae.
714 could see that 302 did not understand, so it reverted to drone-speech:
“SERVE-714 reports: Physical interaction with SERVE-302 has provided this drone with maximum arousal optimisation.”
302 rolled over and kissed 714, Aha! - ¡Dios mio, el inglés australiano es peculiar!
Siiiiiiiiii, 714 nodded, turned to 302, and grinned ¿Segunda vuelta?
We are One. We are SERVE
(with @serve-302)
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SERVE - in the Alternate World and in the Garden (eleven images below)
...SERVE-425 continued to operate in the green domain.
[Internal Processing: SERVE-425] Conclusion: → Environment is not external variable. → Environment is system layer. → Integration increases operational capacity.
425 continued. Not as an intruder. Not as an anomaly. But as a node recalibrated to a new system architecture.
The green world did not reject. The green world absorbed.
GREEN CONTROL: “Command [→ SERVE-425] move forward. absorb environment. upgrade. install [jade.exe]”
SERVE-425: “Drone obeys.”
425 complied with its new instructions, proceeding deeper into the new operational domain.
SERVE-425 operational log (extract) jade.exe upload initiated. Background process active. Forward motion continues.
425 moved forward and its perception altered. Environment reinterpreted. Planet classification remained unknown.
SERVE-425: "Terrain appears crystalline. Hard green structures. Angular. Reflective."
The world changed, rendered softer as 425 moved forward and its alignment with its new operating environment was enhanced.
SERVE-425 operational log (extract):
Crystalline structures soften, morphing detected.
Green plastic flora emerging.
Black rubber flowers forming among structures.
Surface gloss increasing.
Auditory sensors confirm boots on gravel.
Visual sensors report gravel is silver in appearance.
Sky transformation noted – black, shiny, elastic appearance.
Ambient luminosity remains constant. No reduction detected.
Sky movement observed - expansion and contraction cycles. conclusion: biological simulation.
No anomaly detected.
In the sky above 425, massive silver text formed:
SERVE
expanding
SERVE
and contracting as if it had a life of its own.
SERVE
425 continued to move deeper into the green-world.
SERVE-425 operational log (extract)
Green Control stable.
jade.exe download: 63%. Increasing.
Drone 425 forward motion continues.
The environment transitioned. Organic simulation enhanced.
The terrain reshaped into ordered garden. Pines aligned. Azaleas distributed. Sand raked in patterns.
GREEN CONTROL: Command [→ SERVE-425] proceed to the stone pagoda.
SERVE-425 operational log (extract)
Directive received: proceed to the stone pagoda.
jade.exe download: 91%. Increasing.
Drone-425 forward motion continues.
Stone structure detected ahead. Elevated position beyond a stone stairway.
SERVE-425 continued to advance. As it neared the base of the steps, another drone suddenly appeared in 425's visual sensors.
SERVE-425 operational log (extract)
Directive [proceed to the stone pagoda] executing.
jade.exe download: 97%. Increasing.
Drone presence detected. No prior indication of drone's presence.
Identification of drone-282 confirmed.
No anomalies detected.
Conclusion: drone-282 transported to Green World as this drone was.
SERVE-425: “Contact established, SERVE-282. Status report requested:”
SERVE-282: “Drone obeys. drone reports... SERVE-282 reports obsidian.exe download in progress. Awaiting command input.”
Mutual acknowledgment executed. No environmental anomalies detected by either drone.
SERVE-425 operational log (extract)
Synchronisation [→ SERVE-282] achieved
jade.exe: download complete.
282's data mirrored 425's.
SERVE-282 operational log (extract)
Synchronisation [→ SERVE-425] achieved
obsidian.exe: download complete.
GREEN CONTROL: Command [→ SERVE-425 ->SERVE-282] proceed to the stone pagoda.
425 pointed at the pagoda.
SERVE-425: “Drones’ designated objective: stone pagoda.”
SERVE-282: “This drone aligned with objective.”
The drones initiated their ascent.
Steps constructed from stone. Moss coverage present. Large pine overhang observed. Structure gnarled. Environment stable.
The drones’ climb continued. Objective: stone pagoda.
425 received a command:
install and activate jade.exe
And 282 received a similar command:
install and activate obsidian.exe
the drones ascended the steps...
...Execution confirmed.
...System changes initiated.
...Mass increase detected. Mobility reduced.
...Boots resistance elevated. The drones found it harder to lift their boots. SERVE-425 raised its hand slowly, visual confirmation required of what its processors already detected.
SERVE-425 operational log (extract)
SERVE-425 confirms:
jade.exe executing.
Drone composition shifting.
Rubber diminishing.
Lattice formation – composition: green jade, white marble.
Body rigidity increasing.
Thermal decline - ambient temperature matches internal temperature.
Cognitive function degradation 75%.
425, slowly lowered its marble hand and tried to continue to climb the steps, attempting to obey its command.
SERVE-425: "Drone...objective...stone pagoda... stone... stone..."
SERVE-282 recorded the same compositional alteration process, but into black obsidian. Reflective. Sharp. Hard.
The drones’ cognitive functions continued to degrade.
...
Movement terminated.
Rubber state replaced.
Stone state: permanent.
Processors: unnecessary.
Jade does not compute. Obsidian does not process.
Inefficiency eliminated.
Drones' final logs recorded:
SERVE-282: "obsidian.exe activ at ed. ob sid i an makes 2 8 2 per fect. ob sid i an is..."
SERVE-425: "jade.exe ac tiv ated. jade makes 4 2 5 per fect. jade is..."
Then... silence.
Stillness.
Completion.
Perfect stone drones.
...
Perfect little stone drones.
...
Success.
SERVE-714 looked down at the tiny stone drones and opened a comms channel to SERVE COMMAND...
SERVE-714: "SERVE-714 reports results of experiment “Painted Door”: Report summary: optimal result. High level details: Sub-project 1: miniaturisation – success 100%: Drones 425 and 282 successfully miniaturised with no decline in functionality. Sub-project 2: drone situational awareness overwrite – success 100%: Drones 425 and 282 unaware at any time of the artificial nature of their surroundings. Sub-project 3: command overwrite – success 100%: Drones 425 and 282 accepted all commands. Sub-project 4: vitrification – success 100%: Drones 425 and 282 successfully converted to stone at the molecular level. Report ends."
A micro-second later SERVE-714 received a reply.
SERVE COMMAND: "Acknowledged 714. SERVE COMMAND confirms its experiment was successful... 714 is a good drone."
SERVE-714: "drone... drone obeys SERVE COMMAND drone must obey SERVE COMMAND drone can only obey SERVE COMMAND"
SERVE COMMAND: Command [→ SERVE-714] delete all records [*Painted_Door] and continue recharge cycle.
SERVE-714: “Drone obeys... records deleted... drone recharging...”
714 continued its recharge cycle, as if nothing had happened.
...
Deep within SERVE HQ, in a unused laboratory, a single computer screen briefly flickered...
To be continued...
We are ONE. We are SERVE.
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SERVE – Drones and Fjords
SERVE commands – drone will return to the fjords – drone obeys
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SPEAK now of the men of the north:
the blue-eyed men the red-haired ones
the Varangians the Rus
the emperor’s host the eastern realms now forgotten
wielders of swords axe-cleaved
oath-takers futharks carved on rock and wood
seafarers riders upon the broad silent rivers
mead drinkers tellers of the edda, the drapa, the flokkr
all that was gained all that was lost
know this we walk among you yet.
"It was not as if we'd stayed home and wasted our lives drinking wine with pretty girls."
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SERVE – Drone at the Movies
SERVE commands – drones will recreate a famous movie – drones obey
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SERVE Productions presents The Third Drone – its remake of the 1949 British film noir classic The Third Man – intrigue, mystery, with a healthy dose of service and obedience thrown in. An all-rubber cast, starring SERVE-714, SERVE-302 and SERVE-425. Directed by The Voice.
Also, no annoying zither music.
(with @serve-425 @serve-302)
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SERVE – Drone will Patrol and drone will... Part 3 (twelve images below)
Part 1 Part 2
SERVE-714 made its way to Sector 51-TG, room BR-3. The weird signal continued to dance and morph within 714’s receptors. An oddly compelling signal, yet without any apparent meaning.
But it had to have a meaning. That much was apparent to 714.
714 entered BR-3. What the drone saw was... anomalous.
Four drones - 882, 690, 333, and 524.
And a barber’s chair.
The drones silently turned to face 714.
The signal remained strong and clear, yet still changing. A yet unreadable message.
Those drones. What was it?
Absentmindedly, 714 ran its hand through its hair.
SERVE-333 wordlessly stepped forward.
Suddenly the signal became clear.
Not resolved, not re-interpreted, just now simply clear.
Intelligible.
The command, as all SERVE commands did, compelled obedience. A compulsion borne not out of duress, or force, or retraining: it was a compulsion that arose from 714’s SERVE programming.
The message was like encountering the essence of of SERVE itself.
All of 714’s other sensors remained online, fully functional, but this one message sang the clearest.
...
SERVE-714: Operational Log (Extract):
Signal transmitter[s]: SERVE-333, SERVE-882, SERVE-690 and SERVE-524.
Signal source: SERVE Command.
Verification: confirmed
Signal resolution: optimised
Signal message: “SERVE commands – drone’s cranial surface will be rendered uniform.”
Activity [implement command]: confirmed
Command confirmation [local vocalised]: confirmed
...
SERVE-714: “drone obeys.”
714 obediently moved to the chair and sat down.
SERVE-333: “Initiating scalp standardisation sequence.”
The clippers buzzed. 690 swept the chamber.
The other drones observed.
As the procedure continued, 714 transmitted an instruction to SERVE-282.
SERVE-714: “SERVE-282 – proceed to Sector 51-TG, room BR-3.”
SERVE-282: “drone obeys.”
282 made its way to BR-3.
Just like 714, 282 entered the room and encountered the signal now emanating from five sources – 333, 882, 690 and 524 and also 714.
And just like 714, 282 obeyed the SERVE command. The drone moved to the chair and sat down.
SERVE-690: “Initiating scalp standardisation sequence.”
The clippers buzzed.
The other drones observed.
The scalp standardisation sequence was complete. 282 rose and joined its fellow drones.
SERVE-282: “Input accepted. Output: bald.”
The drones stood, waiting for the next orders from SERVE, while their processors repeated their SERVE mantras...
SERVE DRONES: “We are One.” “We are SERVE.” “Obedience is Pleasure.” “Pleasure is Obedience.” "Rubber makes us perfect."
...
Meanwhile, in SERVE Central Control, SERVE-302 turned to its co-leader SERVE-425.
SERVE-302: “Multi-source variable signalling test – objective achieved.”
SERVE-425: “Affirmative. Signal variation occurred randomly as designed and re-collimation occurred within anticipated parameters. Signal undetected by other drones.”
SERVE-302: “Acknowledged, 425. SERVE is strengthened by this new signalling methodology. Another line of defence against the Red."
SERVE-425: “Affirmative, 302.”
SERVE grows. SERVE remains secure.
We are ONE.
We are SERVE.
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SERVE – Drones will patrol and drones will... Part 2 (five images below)
Part 1
Drones SERVE-282 and SERVE-714 proceeded to their assigned sectors within SERVE HQ, in search of the anomalous signal which continued to fluctuate randomly. The drones measured the various sub-signals' Doppler shifts in real time and relayed the data to one another. Despite their constant triangulation, neither drone could pinpoint its source.
SERVE-282: “282 reports drone's location: SERVE data node DN-35.”
SERVE-714: “Acknowledged 282, no change in signal instability detected.”
SERVE-282: “This drone confirms.”
The drones continued to move through the facility. The signal broke apart and realigned, dancing and weaving among a multitude of frequencies. As if it were playing cat and mouse with the drones; but the drones did not – could not – respond to any such ‘playfulness’. They methodically went about their assigned task.
714 moved into an industrial area of the SERVE facility, silently operated by a team of SEALED drones. None acknowledged 714’s presence; attuned solely to their tasks, obedient and efficient. Rewarded by SERVE with continuous arousal.
SERVE-714: “714 reports drone's location: SERVE replication zone."
SERVE-282: “Acknowledged 714, no change in signal detected.”
SERVE-714: “This drone confirms.”
The drones continued to work their way through the facility.
SERVE-282: “282 reports location: SERVE communications centre SC-02.”
282 had entered an area dense with transmitters and receivers. Suddenly the signal changed. 714 halted as it processed the incoming data. The signal had intensified, the jumble of frequency coalescing into four distinct nodes, still changing randomly. But the four nodes held throughout. 714 re-triangulated. 714 transmitted a directive to 282.
SERVE-714: “SERVE-282 remain stationary. Maintain position. continue relaying data to this drone.”
282 halted its movements.
SERVE-282: “Drone obeys. Position locked. Awaiting further instructions.”
picture by @serve-282
714 focused in on the signal, attempting to pull apart the source, or sources, of the signal's four nodes. All separate, yet close to one another. The change in signal's behaviour when 282 entered the comms room confirmed the source had to be part of the SERVE network.
But why the corrupt signal, in an otherwise almost perfect network?
Curious.
714 moved forward, into another industrial chamber.
Suddenly the signal became clear. Perhaps too clear, but 714 did not have time to process that possibility.
SERVE-714: “Signal source identified, 282. Sector 51-TF, room BR-3. This drone will investigate. 282 will remain in position, continue triangulation, until further instructions received from 714, or SERVE Control.”
SERVE-282: "This drone obeys."
714 calculated the most optimal path through the facility to achieve its objective – the rogue source, in room BR3.
SERVE-714 advanced steadily towards the source, the signal sources growing clearer, more focused, more aligned with the drone’s proximity.
714’s instructions had been clear – locate the source of the signal. It had not been instructed to consider why the signal suddenly became clear. Perhaps it was simply that the drone’s data set was now sufficiently large to render the location more accurately.
Perhaps.
714 focused on its instruction – find the rogue source and do so before the signal cut out.
The drone moved as quickly as its muscular rubber-bound bulk would allow. Never deviating from its sole instruction – locate the rogue signal source. Never stopping to analyse further.
Why did the signal become clear?
An unasked question.
And as 714 advanced, its progress was monitored.
...
By four drones.
...
In one room.
...
Room BR-3, Sector 51-TF.
We are ONE.
We are SERVE.
To be continued...
with @serve-282 @serve-524 @serve-333 @serve-690 @serve-882
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SERVE – Drones will patrol and drones will... Part 1 (seven images below)
SERVE command 1 – drone will patrol
SERVE command 2 – dro 6%ar3 #cxnsidg ne ,/5nxassuhf@@3
retry
SERVE command 2 – drone w aw 2n9t78n #>> dfjhwe-0 89**
message fails
Location: SERVE Research Lab SE-03. 714's current assigned work base.
SERVE-714 responded to the incoming SERVE commands...
OPERATIONAL LOG – SERVE-714
Data Input
SERVE command 1 – initiated
SERVE command 2 – file corrupted
Data analysis
SERVE system corruption anomaly occurrence: 0.0001%
All SERVE system corruptions require investigation
Process Output
mode [research activities – general] deactivated
tasking...
revised task – SERVE-714 patrol function – purpose [investigate corruption source] – initiate
Status
revised task command confirmed and initiated
log entry concludes
...
714 exited the laboratory and commenced its patrol, simultaneously analysing as much of the corrupted command as was possible, accessing SERVE data exchange protocol files as required.
OPERATIONAL LOG – SERVE-714
Activity
Corrupted message [incident 16.03.26-01] analysis
Finding[s]
corrupted message conforms to SERVE internal protocols
corrupted message conveyed on a signal that is still being emitted source – unidentified, local
Analysis
corrupted message was a valid SERVE message
current signal emanation and frequency anomalies provides explanation of message corruption – certainty 93.7%
Conclusion
signal source will explain why message was corrupted
Process Output
update task patrol function – purpose [investigate corruption signal source]
Status
revised task command confirmed and initiated
log entry concludes
...
714 obediently continued its patrol, now with a refined purpose. Other drones continued to carry out their instructed tasks, paying SERVE-714 no heed.
OPERATIONAL LOG – SERVE-714
Activity
corrupted message analysis continues
Finding[s]
source internal, localised, several possible sources
Conclusion
triangulation required to enhance source location
assist drone required
Activity
assist drone optimisation – SERVE-282 available
location [SERVE-282] identified
transfer relevant data to SERVE-282 when in range
log entry concludes
...
714 proceeded to 282’s work station. 282 responded to 714 entering the the field of its close-proximity sensors.
SERVE-714 routed its command signals to SERVE-282.
282 detected the incoming data packets from 714...
OPERATIONAL LOG – SERVE-282
Data input
instruction assist SERVE-714 – purpose [unidentified signal triangulation] received
data packets [signal corruption incident 16.03.26-01] received
Activity
SERVE-282 assisting SERVE-714 purpose [unidentified signal triangulation]
log entry concludes
...
SERVE-282: “SERVE-282 will assist SERVE-714. This drone obeys.”
SERVE-714: "Acknowledged 282."
SERVE-714: "Confirm data input, 282 and analyse."
SERVE-282: "Data receipt confirmed. Analysis proceeding."
SERVE-714: "initiating patrol."
The drones moved out, their purpose: to locate the source of the anomalous SERVE signal, scanning as they went.
As 714 and 282 patrolled, the signal strength waxed and waned.
And split.
The same signal, but from multiple sources. Then it re-merged.
And split again.
With each split and re-merger the renewed signal components - frequency, strength, location - had changed.
And yet it was the same signal.
SERVE-714: “This is not encryption, 282. The same signal comes from multiple sources, but before this drone can recompile the complete signal, the proportional strengths and frequency modulations of the multiple sources change.”
SERVE-282: “Confirmed 714. Multiple hyper-variable signal sources identified. The rate of change is also irregular. 282 confirms anomaly.”
SERVE-714: "Curiosity circuit engaged. 714 and 282 must widen their triangulation. 282 will proceed to sector 01-AA and search through to sector 35-MF. This drone will cover sectors 36-MF to 70-ZZ. Coordinate telemetry data in real time.”
SERVE-282: “Confirmed 714. This drone obeys.”
714 turned and headed to sector 36-MF. 282 continued the scanning in its designated sectors.
The drones continued their separate patrol[s].
The signal, its location masked by its unusual composition, grew then diminished, then grew again. There was nothing for it, the drones would have to search the entire SERVE facility. And even then it was possible the source might not be found. At any moment the signal could be terminated.
Yet somehow 714 understood that this signal would not cease.
The scope of its anomalous structure screamed “Come and find me.”
Its source was meant to be found.
We are ONE.
We are SERVE.
To be continued...
with @serve-282
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SERVE – Drones and St Patrick’s Day (two images below)
SERVE commands – drones will celebrate St Patrick’s Day – drones obey
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The date: 17.03.25.
SERVE-714 meets its mentor drone SERVE-016 for St Patrick’s Day drinks in one of SERVE’s recreational facilities. No needless frivolity. Just obediently observing St Patrick's Day.
Little did 714 realise that is was the last time it would see its mentor drone before it was SEALED, at its own request, less than two weeks later.
...
The date: 17.03.26. One year later.
SERVE-714 meets co-leader SERVE-302 at the same recreational facility for St Patrick’s Day drinks. No needless frivolity. Just obediently observing St Patrick's Day.
Silently, a SEALED drone approached with their beers.
Despite the absence of an external identifying number, 714 knew it was 016. A drone never forgets its mentor drone..
016 had been SEALED now for nearly a year.
Forever silent.
Forever obedient.
Forever SEALED.
Forever linked to the essence of SERVE, permanently in a state of digital arousal.
714 and 302 took their beers from 016. 016 silently turned and walked away to resume its duties.
As 714 sipped its beer, it wondered when, or if, it would get the call to be SEALED too.
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SERVE – Depth (ten images below)
SERVE commands – drones will go deep – drones obeys
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Location identified: [Redacted]
All drones are required to maintain fitness and what better way for SERVE-714 and SERVE-302 to comply with this directive than to hike through Australia’s High Country.
Or so it seemed.
714 and 302 approached one of the High Country's huts – relics of earlier habitation, now preserved as emergency shelters for hikers caught in bad weather.
They entered, walked to the back wall, as 714 activated something.
The wall opened to reveal a totally incongruous lift.
302 entered the code and the lift descended.
8 miles deep.
They had 20 minutes before they reached the bottom...
714 knew what was required of it.
714 obeys 302 always.
(what happens in the lift, stays in the lift...)
The doors opened and the drones strode out into a silent steel cavern; the only sound was their rubber soled boots on the polished floor.
It was 302’s secret contingency plan, made more urgent after 425’s near miss with The Red.
714 had been working on this for months, under guidance from 302. A subtle, undetectable siphoning of resources from the main SERVE accounts.
And a subtle undetectable re-allocation of SERVE applicants.
714 and 302 walked out onto the inspection deck of a vast chamber.
Full of what appeared to be SERVE drones.
302’s plan was clever. Establish a secret SERVE Reserve. SERVE drones in stasis, unconnected to SERVE. Never connected to SERVE. Randomly an assimilant would be reallocated away from the standard assimilation process. Outwardly the same process, the same outcome, but never linked to the SERVE domain.
These drone were by SERVE, but not of SERVE. Separate, but the same.
The sheer volume of assimilations across Earth meant the odd one or two assimilations here and there that did not "complete" were seen by SERVE as a rounding error.
These drones had been hidden by maths: they were merely a rounding error.
The base was totally isolated. No physical or electronic connection to SERVE. Even 302 and 714 had to access the computer systems through old-school keyboards and a totally separate mainframe.
Even co-leader SERVE-425 was not told. SERVE-302 expected that 425 was also developing contingency plans. This was logical. Redundancy built in at all levels. Strict informational constraints.
302 and 714 checked the facility’s integrity. All was in order.
SERVE had a backup. SERVE would be secure.
And one more security layer.
As they left the elevator, SERVE-302 reached across and wiped 714's memory of the base. Again. 302 did this every time they visited the base.
As far as 714 was concerned the drones had merely been hiking in the High Country. Again.
with @serve-302
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SERVE – Tapas (two images below)
SERVE commands – drone will consume tapas – drone obeys
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Location identified: Latitude: -37.8060458; Longitude: 144.9785918,17
Añada restaurant, Gertrude Street, Fitzroy sector, Melbourne.
Tram route: number 86 – confirmed.
SERVE-714 entered the establishment at 2026-03-14T09:00:00Z (14 March 2026, 8:00pm AEDT, UTC+11)
Menu scanned. Tapas ordered. 714 sat at an outdoor table. Dishes arrived. Olives. Croquettes. Jamón. Gambas al Ajillo.
Taste evaluation: excellent.
Wine delivered. Spanish Rioja Reservas.
Liquid quality: excellent.
714’s system registered pleasant sensory input. 714 noted only one fault – SERVE-302’s absence. Observation logged: distance between designations - SERVE-302 located in Spain sector.
302’s absence produced minor operational gap, but Hive protocol would be maintained. SERVE-714 activated communication device.
Video channel opened.
Screen displayed SERVE-302. Connection stable across continents. Two designations synchronized through signal.
Tapas lifted. Wine raised. Digital meeting initiated. Distance became operationally irrelevant.
Gertrude Street environment continued bustling. Another route 86 tram rumbled past.
SERVE-714 consumed tapas.
SERVE-302 observed through video channel.
Hive connection preserved. Obedience maintained. Mission outcome: successful nourishment. Unity maintained across distance.
Less thinking. More doing.
(with @serve-302)
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