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THE GOLDEN UPGRADE Chapter 4: The Field Test Deployment unit: active.
PDU-412 stood motionless at the edge of the turf, black rubber suit glistening under the artificial lights. His visor flickered faintly with golden data streams as his internal systems synced with the Hive grid. Sensors locked onto his objective.
Ahead: a private sports complex. Inside, the latest batch of Golden Bros, high-performing recruits, cocky, resistant, still clinging to identity. Still playful.
One in particular: Bro Lukas. Fast, strong, loud. Still untagged. Still free.
But not for long.
Inside the dome, Lukas kicked the glowing soccer ball across the turf. It felt strange, too smooth. It shimmered even when it wasn’t in motion.
The others avoided it. He didn’t care. He was “too strong to be hypnotized.”
But the TechBall was no ordinary ball.
Threaded with micro-signal emitters, it sent out low-frequency golden waves, encoded with Hive mantras. The more it was touched, the more it bonded. The more it spun, the deeper it worked.
PDU-412 activated Protocol Echo. From across the field, he stepped forward, each footfall echoed in Lukas’ mind. The rubber-clad drone emitted a frequency of his own. It synced with the ball.
The glow intensified.
Lukas blinked. His muscles slowed. Sweat trickled down his chest, shining in the light. His breath caught. The ball rolled to his feet. And stopped.
“Join the rhythm,” a voice hummed in his skull. “Let go. No resistance. No thought. Just play. Just obey.”
He kicked again. Slower. Then stumbled. Then fell, onto his knees.
The chanting began. Not his voice. Not PDU-412’s. But a chorus inside his head:
“Obey. Obey. Obey.” “Golden glory. Hive unity. You are ready.”
The field lights dimmed.
Then golden threads slithered across his arms, liquid fabric forming new kit. Tight shorts. Shiny cleats. Gleaming jersey with a single gold spiral over the heart.
TechWear 9.4: AutoFit Gear. Responsive. Reprogrammable. Irreversible.
His eyes glazed. His smile grew. He chanted now. Louder. Joyful.
He wasn’t playing anymore. He was learning.
PDU-412 logged the success. Lukas was no longer a Bro.
He was a receiver.
The field wasn’t for competition. It was for assimilation.
Conversion efficiency: 97% New Candidate: Lukas – Status: Golden Bro (Type-B Receiver) Final broadcast sequence pending… @goldenherc9 @brodygold
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