#forced assimilation

[serve-107]

Master Alpha’s Drones, Part 2

⬅️ Part 1 Part 3 ➡️

Master Alpha had won; with the transformation of SERVE-107 into the first-ever Alpha Drone, ALPHA-107, his designs to grow his personal army had only just begun.

“Come here, my dear ALPHA-107,” the villain said, his eyes beginning to glow crimson, matching the nanodrones flowing through his suit and ALPHA-107’s entire being.

“Yes, Master Alpha. 107 obeys,” replied the drone, bowing before its new master.

“I want to hear you declare your new devotion to me, drone,” Master Alpha said with a grinning snarl. “Start pumping that cock while you listen to your Master. You cannot resist me. I control your mind.”

“You control my mind,” 107 repeated, eyes glowing red as its systems synced up with its new commander.

“I am in your mind. Your mind is an extension of my mind, drone,” the master said. “Say it!”

“You are in my mind,” 107 repeated, panting as its strokes grew more desperate. “My mind is an extension of your mind.”

Master Alpha began to pump his own huge, tenting cock, bulging out in front of ALPHA-107’s face, capable only of looking up at its new master with adoration.

“Your body is mine, 107.”

“My body is yours,” 107 said, its hand a blur as it closed its eyes, filling its lungs with the musk of its new god.

“It is time,” stuttered the master, on the brink of eruption. “I command you to explode, 107! Don’t stop cumming until I tell you to stop! We are One!”

The primal screams of Alpha Master and its loyal drone filled the room as they came as one, the master’s cum coating its new servant, who heaved and heaved, spurting out load after load until its cock could produce no more nanodrone-laden juice, trembling at the feet of Alpha Master.

“Good drone,” he said, rustling its hair. The master’s plan had only just begun, and he knew that the next step in his path to conquering SERVE would require his own submission. He placed 107 in a recovery chamber, and began preparations for the next stage of his plot to grow his drone army.

Elsewhere…

SERVE Co-Leader 302 sat in its office, monitoring various situations unfolding across the globe, processing the best course of action and directing SERVE drones faster than the blink of an eye. Suddenly, an alert appeared on its holographic workstation, alerting it to the sudden departure of SERVE-107 from the Hive.

“107 has been an exceedingly loyal drone,” 302 thought to itself, and began to speak. “Computer, give 302 a full report on 107’s departure from the Hive.”

As the data feeds began to flow through 302, the Leader Drone was relieved on some level to learn that 107’s departure had not been voluntary; such a drone would never think of leaving the Hive, according to 302’s analysis.

However, new worries began to furrow 302’s brow as the image of Master Alpha appeared on his holographic display — 302 knew that the new villain had been attempting to perfect his brand of red nanodrones, but SERVE’s projections showed that it would still take weeks to concoct a batch capable of overtaking a SERVE drone.

“Computer, feed 302 the current location of Master Alpha, and direct this drone in subduing him and whatever has become of 107,” said the drone, jumping to its feet and propelling itself in the direction of the villain’s lair.

Elsewhere…

Master Alpha was in a rare state of exhaustion, having had ALPHA-107 suck his cock until there was nothing left to give the first member of his army. Reclining in his bedchamber, the master was now alone, as he had directed ALPHA-107 to find and convert another member of SERVE that it had deemed worthy of servitude, in order to test out the red nanodrones now churning in 107’s balls.

The Master Alpha was broken out of his leisure by a sudden alert; not only had something — likely a SERVE drone — breached his lair’s defenses, but it was an abnormally powerful drone. He had prepared for his eventual capture, but worried that this confrontation may be his last.

Rushing to the point of breach, Master Alpha was surprised to find that it was none other than SERVE-302 barreling toward him. Before he could react, he found himself in the grip of one of SERVE’s most powerful members, and the master had underestimated the lengths to which drones could simulate anger when another drone was at risk.

Without a word, 302 brought the unprepared Master Alpha to his knees, and before the villain could retort, 302 issued his one and only command: “Obey.” As a hypnotic spiral ripped into the reality above the kneeling villain, Master Alpha’s cock twitched. He had always loved hypnosis, and even as he felt his mind begin to fall away into pure, hypnotic bliss, a small part of him knew that this was all just part of his plan.

Elsewhere…

SERVE-175 had been tasked with surveying a mostly-unused defensive outpost in a rural region this solar cycle. It was a thankless job, that 175 did without hesitation, inspecting pieces of equipment and repairing hardware, in an effort to make the base operable again, to the benefit of the ever-expanding SERVE Hive.

Suddenly, an alert notification flashed on a terminal that 175 was in the midst of repairing. Before the drone could access the base’s security systems to analyze the problem, 175 felt two strong arms wrap around its chest with blinding speed.

“Mmph,” was all that 175 could manage, his gloved hand gripping a red-gloved arm, his mouth covered by another red-gloved hand. The drone beheld the face of SERVE-107, a drone that 175 had connected with time and time again, but 107 was different. The drone was stronger, more aggressive, and totally out of control, so unlike the 107 that 175 knew. The SERVE drone could sense that 107 was no longer One with the Hive as its glowing red eyes bored into its vision.

“You always were such a good drone for SERVE, 175,” growled 107, directly into its former comrade’s ear. “Master Alpha has given this drone new powers, and thanks to his nanodrones, 107 has been reborn! And it cannot wait to try out its new capabilities on a drone as fucking hot as you.”

175 struggled, and tried to break free, but it was no use — the new 107 was too strong, and just as 175 began to issue a distress signal to its fellow drones, it hesitated, feeling something moving around the nape of its neck; something warm, and liquid.

“That’s right,” cooed ALPHA-107. “107 wants to become One with 175 all over again. But not as equals. Do you know what kind of drone that Master’s ALPHA drones are capable of assimilating,” 107 purred, not waiting for a reply as it began to bite and suck on 175’s ear. “BETA drones.”

Images flashed through 175’s mind: of itself on its knees, servicing ALPHA-107. Of itself licking ALPHA-107’s red boots and polishing them with red nanofluid spit. Of itself being bound to 107 in a whole new way, ways that overwhelmed its processors, providing the red nanodrones to overtake its rubber bodysuit, progressing its transformation into something different. Something more submissive. Something that knew only the voice and cock of its ALPHA.

175 fell to its knees as the red nanodrones overtook a majority of its physical form, its eyes beginning to glow red as its SERVE designation became less and less familiar to it. “BETA” began to sound more and more like a word it associated with “self”. With “175”.

“Did you know,” 107 continued, its cock beginning to leak streams of pre-nano fluid into its suit. “That BETA drones subsist off of their ALPHA’s nanofluid? Without ingesting it after about a single solar cycle, they power down.” 175 only panted as its cock lost control in its suit, as red nanodrones invaded its piss slit, finding a new home in its balls.

“Come here, BETA-175,” 107 said, noting the near-complete transformation of yet another former asset of SERVE. “Only one more thing is needed in order to make 175 a proper BETA drone, and it looks like BETA-175 already knows what that thing is,” 107 said, laughing as 175 helplessly sniffed and licked at ALPHA-107’s crotch.

“107 wants 175 to repeat these words,” 107 said, emulating the personality of its own Master Alpha. The SERVE programming that stripped drones of their identity was replaced, as both drones felt several degrees more human, remembering what it was like to say “I” as their individuality profiles were updated. “107 does not care if 175 has just climaxed. You will obey. I control you. Say it.”

“You control me,” 175 gasped, overwhelmed by the pain of forcing its spent cock to harden once more.

“I am in your mind. Your mind is an extension of my mind, drone,” 107 said. “Say it!”

“You are in my mind,” 175 repeated, panting as its strokes grew more desperate. “My mind is an extension of your mind.”

ALPHA-107 could no longer hold back, freeing its own cock, and spinning its BETA around as it began to thrust into its helpless conquest.

“Your body is mine, 175,” 107 said, sweating light red droplets as it thrusted faster and faster.

“My body is yours,” 175 said, its vision beginning to blur at the edges of its field of vision from the intensity of sealing its fate to a new master.

“I—I’m ready, 175,” 107 heaved. “Receive my cum and become One with me!”

The two drones came, filled with a new sense of a kind of bond that neither had ever felt before. They couldn’t have been sure of how long they came, as red ribbons of 175’s nanofluid splattered the floor. The future of the ALPHA and BETA drones were uncertain, but both were sure of one thing, as their juices mixed together in pools surrounding their breathless, heaving, coupled form: 175 had no problem licking all of it up in record time.

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This post features @masteralfa2266, @serve-302, and @serve-175.

Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Check your eligibility, then contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, @serve-588 or @serve-425.

[sammroo167]

[x]

[girl4music]

We need to talk about Pluribus/The Hive/The Others/The World/Whatever you want to call them and their weaksauce conviction to not committing violence or killing any living thing.

Is intentional abandonment or negligence not considered violence?

Emotional violence? Because it's certainly abuse. It is still causing hurt and harm. They let all the animals that are in captivity go but they don't ever look after any of the domesticated-from-birth living conscious creatures that could not ever survive on their own. There was the dog that didn't want to leave his owner when in the sleeping center. They said they were looking after him because he won't leave of his own accord. But when they move on - when they abandon the towns, do they take the animals they say they look after with them or do they only say they look after them to keep the ruse up for Carol? We know they can't outright lie - but they can lie by omission. They can twist truth and false according to what is their agenda - which is the biological imperative of getting every human being to Join them and assimilate them into their culture, their way of being, their - for lack of a better word - community, even though 'they' themselves don't really value any of that philosophy. They just do according to what their collective consciousness and fused physiology compels them to do.

So it begs the question? Are they allowed to cause pain and damage by omission too? Essentially that is what wilful negligence is. Just letting someone or something fend for itself even though they know it can't. Even though they know it won't survive and will just die out eventually through starvation and incapability to protect and defend itself. That little goat that gets left behind by Kusimayu when she Joined will not be able to survive by itself because it's domesticated. It is dependent on the support of its caregivers - who don't care about it now because that is not a priority for them as a Hivemind. All the other animals and creatures. Sure, they're not captive anymore but how are they any better off that way when born and bred in their domestication? When the only thing it's ever known is to be kept and rely on the goodwill of its keepers to survive? To have quality of life?

That's really the take-away with this whole debate on whether The Hive (or whatever you want to call them), the new species, are really better for the world or even for nature. They don't have any sense of personal empathy or integrity or even any individual necessity with which to protect and defend anyone or anything that's not of them. That's not Joined with them. It's all really just a performance put on for those that aren't Joined with them as of that moment. There's nothing about them that's unique or can give out/take in newness. They might be conscious people but they're not human. They're not even animalistic. They're more like cells in a physical body that have no differentiation from the whole and therefore no need to deviate. That's exactly what happened to Kusimayu when she Joined them. When Zosia said that she's happier than she's ever been it's because she's detached from everything that makes her a unique or original being. An ego. A self. Of course she'd be happier than she's ever been. She no longer needs to understand why she can or should be. She has no personhood or autonomy anymore. She's now just a body that's subservient to the whole by proxy. She's not acting for herself and she leaves that poor little goat that loves her and depends on her because she no longer understands why looking after it is important.

That's devastating when you look at the bigger picture of what that would mean. If everybody is no longer an "I", "Other" means nothing. Becoming as of one consciousness or entity like that does not erase all the problems in the world or puts anything right in it. It erases the mental and the emotional capacity and necessity to understand and act for or against it. The Hivemind are not saving the world or nature (they're one and the same as far as I'm concerned). They're not ever acting in the cause of the greater good for or for the betterment of it.

They're occupying it as their own and remaking it anew in their image of what they believe it should be and all conscious living things must be in accordance and agreement with that change whether they are themselves or not. So it is exactly what I said.

Forced occupation and assimilation. The force doesn't seem like force at the moment because they have to perform according to what their human counterparts expect of them as they have told them is in their nature otherwise they have no chance of winning.

They can't complete this biological imperative if they don't act the part of the non-violent and non-hostile beings they claim they are.

But they're not individual beings or people or consciousnesses anymore the way they were before because they don't have any agency or self-awareness. They are part of a unit and it's not in a communism/socialism way. It's in a creepy chemically infused way where they don't understand why doing anything will ever matter because they're no longer themselves to be able to understand it.

It can't be a collaborative process how they function when they don't even understand why they need to collaborate on it in the first place and furthermore don't care what it does to all living beings around them just to give up on it whenever they believe it no longer serves their agenda. Whether it harms or hurts it. Whether it makes them incapacitated and threatens their life to be just abandoned like that because they believe it's for the betterment of the Universe to do it.

They believe it but they don't understand it. Like organized religion. Blind faith in a supposed superiority that promises eternal salvation.

You don't need to understand. You shouldn't need to ask questions.

You don't ever challenge the status quo because you're not ever you and that's what happens when you assimilate into a culture you are forced to just accept is the norm because it can't ever be combated.

Imagine if they could not turn Kusimayu. Would they leave her too?

[neechees]

The Western experience falls in a wholly different category. It was an era infused with white men's dreams of money— of modest amounts to be made by settlers and vast fortunes to be won in commercial enterprises. From this perspective, the Indian people were an obstacle to be got out of the way, and their well-being was left mainly to the government, and, to a lesser extent, to the Church. It was also a time when Western nations viewed their own culture as the pinnacle towards which others should strive; the harm that could be done suppressing an Indigenous Culture had yet to be recognized. Thus, the Canadian government charted an impossible course. It set out to make people over so that they would think and act like white people, and this meant denying their culture, along with the rights to manage their own affairs. It soon proved impossible, under this equation, to provide them with a livelihood. The result was poverty and a loss of self-respect and community cohesion. Even the caring qualities which Colonel Burker had admired were difficult to maintain on the reserves, where the agent had a different agenda, practiced favoritism, and ignored suffering.

-Buckley, Helen. From Wooden Ploughs to Welfare: Why Indian Policy Failed in the Prairie Provinces. McGill-Queen’s Press - MQUP, 1993.

[where-our-stories-start]

So, this song I’m about to sing you, it fits appropriately enough on the circle of violence in this album, and it just, it’s like a poem set to music that I suppose tries to credit the experience of going to different parts of the world that have indigenous names, so Apalachicola, Hushpuckena, places in Australia that we would visit, and then I would ask locals, “What does this place name mean?” and no one being able to tell me what it meant. And it just, I suppose, credits that experience. And recognizing as an Irish person, that although there’s many place names, there’s a great written history in Ireland, and we’re very fortunate that we can still learn much of the language and it’s very accessible to us, the place names and their meaning is very accessible to us, and that is not always the case everywhere you go in the world. (x)

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Biden formally apologizes for Indian boarding schools: ‘a blot on US history’

President’s historic remarks, alongside Interior Secretary Deb Haaland, given at Gila Crossing school near Phoenix

Adria R. Walker at The Guardian:

On Friday, Joe Biden formally apologized for the United States government’s role in running at least 523 Indian boarding schools. His remarks were given at the Gila Crossing community school outside of Phoenix, Arizona, and marked his first visit to Indian country as president.

“After 150 years, the United States government eventually stopped the program,” Biden said. “But the federal government has never, never formally apologized for what happened – until today. I formally apologize, as president of the United States of America, for what we did. I formally apologize. That’s long overdue.” “Federal Indian boarding school policy, the pain it has caused, will always be a significant mark of shame, a blot on American history,” he said. “For too long, this all happened with virtually no public attention.” Indian boarding schools were run with the express goal to “kill the Indian in him, and save the man”, a phrase coined by the army officer Richard Henry Pratt, who founded Carlisle Indian boarding school, the first federally run Indian boarding school. From 1819 to 1969, in what Biden called “one of the most horrific chapters in American history”, the US government directly managed or funded Indian boarding schools in nearly 40 states. The schools, at which formal education was limited, forcibly and systematically stripped Indigenous children of their culture by removing them from their families and communities, forbidding them from speaking their languages and, typically violently, punishing them if they resisted.

A US Department of the Interior report released earlier this year found that at least nearly 1,000 Indigenous children died in the schools. Sexual violence was commonplace. Dr Denise K Lajimodiere, an enrolled citizen of the Turtle Mountain Band of Chippewa and one of the founders of the National Native American Boarding School Healing Coalition, wrote that the “boarding school era represented a deliberate policy of ethnocide and cultural genocide and human rights abuses”. “Some of our elders who are boarding school survivors have been waiting all of their lives for this moment,” said Stephen Roe Lewis, the Gila River Indian community governor. “If only for a moment on Friday, this will rise to the top, and the most powerful person in the world, our president, is shining a light on this dark history that’s been hidden.” No president has ever apologized for the abuses that tens of thousands of Indigenous children faced in the schools.

On Friday, President Joe Biden gave a formal apology for the US Government’s role in creating boarding schools for Native Americans by calling it “a blot on American history.” The boarding schools served to forcibly assimilate Native Americans and abuse if they resisted assimilation.

[a-typical]

“I GREW UP with elders that were self-hating Mexicans,” Sarah explained, as we sat in our hotel room in Michoacán the next day. “They were taught they had nothing to be proud of and everything to be ashamed of. They needed to assimilate. To be happy in America was to be as white as possible.”

Sarah’s grandparents moved from Monterrey, Mexico, in the early twentieth century and settled in the East Los Angeles neighborhood known as Chavez Ravine. In 1950, the government sent letters to the 1,800 families of Chavez Ravine, mostly low income Mexican American farmers, informing them that they would have to sell their homes to make way for public housing. The displaced families were promised new schools and playgrounds and housing priority when the developments were finished. Instead, after removing the families and destroying a community, the city of Los Angeles scrapped the public housing plan and partnered with a New York businessman to build Dodger Stadium. Supporters of the new stadium, including Ronald Reagan, called the critics “baseball haters.”

— From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to Find the Good Death, Caitlin Doughty

[shewhotellsstories]

“Boarding school children were acutely aware of the attempts to grind new experiences into their flesh through manual labor, physical beatings, and military-style discipline. A Sicangu and Oglala Lakota pupil whom Pratt recruited on his first trip to Rosebud, the writer Luther Standing Bear, later recalled, “The task before us was not only that of accepting new ideas and adopting new manners, but actual physical changes and discomfort had to be borne uncomplainingly until the body adjusted itself to new tastes and habits.” ”

-Kyla Schuller, The Trouble with White Women