A FAMILY PHOTO
PDU-166 had logged off for the night. It carefully cleaned the kennel, pausing to give its newly adopted pup, Chevy, a gentle goodnight kiss. The halls were quiet—dim golden light casting long shadows as the soft thuds of its boots echoed through the Hive.
Before stepping outside, it removed its black glasses so they wouldn’t go flying, then began jogging home.
A large two-story house stood at the end of the path—familiar, radiant. As it reached the steps, a warm voice drifted from inside.
“Hey boy, how was your day?”
Ezan. Shining in his golden kit, standing by a camera.
PDU-166 stepped in, sliding his bag down by the hallway arch. “Fine, just a little tiresome. Is Elijah already asleep?” “Yeah. Tamerlan’s in the exercise room, still grinding,” Ezan responded, adjusting the tripod.
“What’s with the camera?”
“Thought we’d do a family photo. Just like your brothers.”
PDU-166 approached as Ezan stood adjusting the camera—his golden kit glinting softly under the warm lights.
Ezan stood taller. His presence—broader, radiant, commanding. There was no need for him to assert; his posture did it for him. 166, though composed and precise, instinctively straightened his back. The height difference was subtle, but in the Hive, even subtle was symbolic. Father was bigger. Father was the origin.
When Ezan’s warm hand settled gently on top of 166’s jet black hair, the drone didn’t flinch. It didn’t move. It received.
Still. Upright. Held.
A silent acknowledgment of the bond.
The camera prepared to flash— And in a whisper:
“I love you, Daddy.”
Ezan smiled as the flash went off.
“I love you too, boy. Now go get some rest—tomorrow’s a big day.”
Bag in hand, PDU-166 passed Elijah’s cracked door, the boy sound asleep. He peeked into the workout room.
“Oh! 166! I didn’t know you were—” Tamerlan began.
“Hey, Tam Tam,” 166 interrupted, soft voice, firm presence. “You’re my brother, not my servant. Daddy made you my brother when I’m around.”
He sat beside Tamerlan, gently wiped sweat from his twin’s brow, leaned his head on his shoulder.
“I love you, Twin Bro,” he said—in Nate’s voice. It stilled the air. Calmed the drone beside him.
Later, in his room, 166 had cleaned up. The mask rested on a mannequin head nearby—silent, powerful. Even unmasked, the Hive pulsed within him, synced through his shiny black rubber polo.
He was proud.
Level 1. But evolving.
He glanced at the ornate golden frame by his bed—the new photo. He closed his eyes, not noticing the shadow standing in the hallway.
PDU-001 watched quietly.
A silent nod.
Door closed.
And the boy recharged.
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