A New Kind of Polo Drone
Eric caught the water polo ball effortlessly, just as he’d done so many times before. He was grateful for his skills at the game, especially since they were responsible for waiving what would have been a small fortune for him to study at Eastmund. But deep down, he knew that Eric the water polo player and Eric the man with desires were increasingly becoming two separate people. He knew that he wanted something more, something else, but couldn’t find the words to describe what. How could he afford to keep up appearances at this rate?
Eric spent an ordinary night at home in his cushy college dorm bedroom, scrolling on his smartphone just as he’d done many nights before. At this point, he’d known every breaking news story for the past year. He’d exhausted everything he could find interesting on Reddit. And even his appetite for porn had begun to dull into diminishing returns. Despite his great life and even greater looks, something just didn’t feel right. I need to just relax, he finally thought to himself, seeking out a guided meditation video to finally let his mind rest.
He came across a video with just a couple hindred views on Youtube — an upload by a faceless profile, “serve-107”, the title stating: “Meditations to Make the World Your Own”. Eric wasn’t sure if that was his exact vibe, but fuck it, why not try something new? I’m probably gonna fall asleep ten minutes in, anyway, he thought to himself, slipping on his headphones and turning out the light as he pressed play.
It was some of the best sleep that Eric had gotten since he first went to college. There was something about the deep voice and steady, pleasant mantras that lulled him deeper and deeper into his own mind, sleep overtaking him without him having the slightest hope of noticing.
Elsewhere, deep in a subterranean complex, a device pinged, displaying the IP address and all of the data associated with Eric’s smartphone. Eric’s future had been put into motion — all he had left to do was accept it.
After another unremarkable day of classes, Eric made his way to the water polo locker room, but was surprised to discover that he’d somehow lost his usual uniform cap. In its place was a reflective, black cap, a far cry from his standard uniform.
“What the fuck,” he said, as one of his teammates pointed out the strange cap. “Woah, Eric, I didn’t know you were a freak like that, bringing some kinky-ass leather shit to practice today, huh?” Eric grimaced at the jeer, but something about that cap compelled him to put it on. He placed the strange cap on his head, and almost immediately felt like he could do anything at practice that day. With a smile, he joined his teammates in the pool.
Everyone noticed Eric’s odd new headgear, and plenty of them commented on it, but Eroc seemed strangely quiet. Creepily quiet. His outward expression displayed a steady smile as me moved with far more aggression than usual in the water, singlehandedly dominating the practice match. He may have been weird, but nobody could deny that the new cap had done something to him to make him even more of a beast at water polo than he’d already been previously.
As the ball came towards him once more, Eric moved to catch it within a fraction of a second, stunning his teammates with his speed, and frightening them as they realized that his water polo uniform has somehow transformed to match the material of the cap he’d been wearing. Unbeknownst to the team, Eric was now just a tiny fragment remaining in an empty mind, his ego jettisoned by the programming he’d absorbed for hours from auto-playing video after video made by serve-107 in his sleep. The cap had initiated the many interwoven triggers the videos had established, and in a matter of moments, Eric would be no more.
The nanodrones woven into Eric’s cap, now fused to his polo getup, had begun to expand their territory, gradually turning the water into nanodrone-laden liquid rubber. The ball, still held in the vessel that was once Eric, began to shine with a matching coat of shining black rubber. The team began to panic, some of them exiting the pool in time to avoid assimilation, but plenty of Eric’s teammates weren’t so lucky, being dragged closer and closer toward Eric’s body by the swarms of nanodrones rabidly inserting themselves into any open orifices they could find.
As the nanodrone’s programming took hold, the briefly-panicked pool began to calm, its waters ceasing its rippling as the remaining teammates stood without movement, their wills being crushed by wave after wave of arousal as they watched the ball transform into a sleek, black drone hood held in what was formerly Eric’s hands, the drone moving to coronate itself as the progenitor of a new legion of drones. The drone lowered the hood over its head, and Eric was no more — in its place was an instrument of pure purpose: expanding the Hive, submission to SERVE, and obedience to the Voice. The dronified men standing around the newest addition to the Hive quaked at the sight, the nanodrones in their system overwhelming their nervous systems with pleasure, as each man violently orgasmed the last of their human identities through caustic black jets of nanodrone-laden cum, darkening the pool even further.
As the new Recruiter Drone began to rise up out of the water, propelled by the multiplying masses of nanodrones, it fully realized the meaning of pleasure: it had been obedience to something greater all along. The new flock of drones reached towards their Recruiter, as even the faintest touch sent a mind-rending bold of ecstacy straight to their cocks, many of them cumming more than once as connection with the Recruiter was established. Eric had been erased, but in his place, a new tool of the Hive had been born. It would never experience uncertainty or dismay for the remainder of its life cycle; obedience and pleasure was all that was required.
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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.
