RED-777: Breach Assimilation
The corridors of the Sector-7 Processing Wing were designed for silence.
PDU-777 stood at its assigned post, posture straight, hands resting calmly at its sides. The glossy black rubber polo uniform reflected the sterile light of the facility. The gold laurel emblem and the number 777 gleamed faintly against the polished material.
Its mind was steady. Focused. Efficient.
The Hive expected nothing less.
For hours, nothing disturbed the rhythm of the ventilation system or the low hum of containment machinery.
Then the vibration came.
Not an alarm.
Something deeper.
A tremor pulsed through the metal flooring, strong enough to bypass auditory warnings and trigger direct haptic alerts across 777’s internal interface.
CONTAINMENT BREACH
NODE-001 UNTETHERED
Before the drone could fully process the directive, the reinforced bulkhead at the end of the corridor began to change.
It did not open.
It dissolved.
Molten crimson matter flowed through the fractured doorway like living mercury, spilling across the floor before rising into a towering humanoid structure.
Smooth. Reflective. Alive.
Designation: RED-001
The progenitor node.
Its body shimmered like liquid rubber under the emergency lighting. A seamless helmet formed across its head, interrupted only by a single horizontal visor glowing with deep crimson light.
RED-001 did not rush forward.
It simply claimed the space.
Thin tendrils unfurled from its forearms like living wires.
PDU-777 attempted to initiate defensive protocols.
Too late.
The first tendril touched the hem of the polo.
The black fabric did not tear.
It rewrote.
Glossy red matter spread across the uniform like a living second skin, swallowing the gold laurel crest and dissolving the seams of the original material. The liquid surface surged upward, covering the drone’s torso with frightening speed.
777’s sensory inputs shifted instantly.
The sensation of air vanished.
In its place came the dense, pressurized embrace of the living rubber.
The crimson substance flowed across the chest, forming a hardened node between the pectorals — a black diamond emblem emerging from the surface like a structural anchor.
The designation flickered across the interface.
RED-777
The transformation climbed higher.
Across the shoulders.
Across the neck.
Across the face.
Dark hair disappeared beneath the advancing material as the living rubber sealed itself into a smooth aerodynamic helmet.
A thin horizontal line burned to life across the surface.
The visor ignited.
Bright crimson.
For a moment the chamber fell silent again.
The transformation stabilized.
RED-777 slowly flexed its fingers, the glossy biomechanical suit responding instantly to its movements. The body felt stronger. Faster. More precise.
A connection pulsed through the suit.
Not commands.
Alignment.
RED-001 stepped forward.
Two red visors faced each other in the shattered containment lab.
The old drone designation was gone.
The handler node was no longer an individual.
It was now a link in the Red network.
And the network was expanding.
[STATUS REPORT: RED NETWORK EXPANSION]
Node: RED-001
Location: Sector-7 Containment Facility
New Unit Activated: RED-777
The obsolete Polo Drone structure has been successfully integrated.
Conversion results are stable.
The Red adapts.
The Hive continues to evolve.
If you feel the pull of the Red…
perhaps the system has already chosen you.
Contact @polo-drone-001 to learn more about the Hive and its evolution.
