The Garden of Obedience
In the heart of the Hive’s greenhouse, the Polo Drones work in silence. The air is thick with the scent of growth and rubber, plants twisting upward as if guided by unseen hands. At their center moves PDU-001, his golden eyes unblinking, his black latex polo gleaming in the filtered light. Every motion is deliberate, every touch upon the leaves precise.
By day, he tends the garden, gloved hands watering, pruning, shaping life into order. By night, he dons the full helmeted suit, clipping hedges into the laurel crest of the Hive, flames of golden dust erupting from the ritual barrel marked 001. His presence is both creation and control, ensuring that nothing grows wild, only as the Hive demands.
The other drones watch, numbered chests reflecting the light, their silence an echo of his discipline. No words are needed. Growth is obedience. Order is perfection. In this garden, individuality withers, and only unity blooms.
001 bends, rises, cuts, waters, his movements not just horticultural, but ritual. The garden thrives because it obeys. The drones thrive because they obey. All under the watch of their Head Office Manager, their Emir, their living proof that submission brings life.
Submit to the flow. Tend the Hive. Obey the Garden. Recruiters: @polo-drone-001 @polo-drone-125 @franco-gold94 @polo-drone-166
