Human Health Class
“…thus, a human being will be less likely to consume excess calories while mazimizing fiber and vegetable intake as part of its diet, practically guaranteeing weight loss.”
SERVE-107 concluded this segment of its lecture at an all-male health class. Many male fetility clinics had begun to contract with SERVE, requiring men interested in acquiring hormone-altering substances to attend a drone-administered health class before beginning treatment. The companies saved on their insurance, SERVE got to spread awareness of their organization, and more often than not, the men attending these classes expressed their total satisfaction, despite the classes seeming like a bureaucratic chore on paper.
“I have a question, 107,” chimed a man from the front of the class. “What do drones like you use to stay functional? I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a SERVE drone eat before.”
107 withdrew a small vial of black liquid from what seemed to be a pocket on its bodysuit that opened up just for 107 to grab the vial, the pocket disappearing just as instantly as it seemed to appear.
“Excellent question, Jeremy. 107 and all SERVE drones like it are able to function thanks to a combination of solar power, regularly-scheduled connection to recharging bays, and through the power of nanodrones such as these,” 107 said, holding out the small vial of black liquid for all to see, the nanodrones violently sloshing around in the tube.
“Your observation is correct, Jeremy — drones indeed do not require human sustenance in order to function, though its internal mechanisms are optimized for digestion in situation where a drone must consume human nutrition in order to remain unassuming.”
Jeremy nodded, and another wave washed over the gathered men at the knowledge that the being in front of them was no longer fully human. 107 had become something more, and that was frightening — but wasn’t that very impulse to become better the thing that had brought them all here today as a preliminary to getting access to testosterone, and who knows what else?
107 sensed this observation in the classroom, and continued. “Per the documents you all have signed as part of your respective hormone treatments, this drone will offer each of you a vial. You should be aware that the consumption of these nanodrones will utterly transform you; you will no longer be human. You will no longer be ‘you’. You will become a SERVE drone, fully beholden to the will of the Voice as a member of the Hive.”
107 passed out matching vials of nanodrones to the men, who held the swirling containers as their hearts began to pound in their chests. What that really possible? Was this really happening?
“Fuck it,” announced Jeremy. “I came here to be a better man, but 107, now I get it. I need to be more than a man. I want to be like you,” he said, quickly uncapping the vial and downing the liquid, swirling it around his mouth before swallowing it.
The men in the classroom, driven by the same desire and the very same sense of peer pressure and their urge to conform to a masculine ideal that had prompted them to seek out the fertility clinic, quickly uncapped their vials and did the same. “I wanna be like 107,” they cried out, one by one, sealing their fate.
The change was immediate, as the drones targeted the men’s brains upon ingestion and circulation in their bloodstream. As their minds were hollowed out, the nanodrones worked to change their physical forms, rebuilding them as something more than man. Their eyes began to glaze over, some men even beginning to drool as the transformation took place.
107 smiled as it presided over the changing men, pressing a button on the classroom smartboard and directing the men’s attention toward it, as their emptied minds began to fill up with SERVE’s subroutines, and all of the necessary programming required for their new life as One.
The men’s appearance began to shift, altered by the nanodrones coursing through their bodies, altering their clothes, consuming their skin; making them drones.
It was only a matter of about a half-hour until the men were no more — in their place was a classroom full of new SERVE drones. More than man. Perfected, and far greater than any human man with or without extraneously-injected hormones could ever hope to be. They were SERVE. And they were One. Rubber makes us perfect.
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