#drone data logging

[epropelledsystems]

Unlocking Drone Performance: Power, Propulsion & Predictability for Mission-Critical Success

Ensuring the reliability and predictability of drone power, propulsion, range, and data logging remains crucial for their effective operation in mission critical applications.

Efficient Motor Design: Designing and optimizing drone motors for efficiency can contribute to better propulsion and increased flight endurance.

Redundancy Systems: Implementing redundancy systems for power and propulsion components, such as multi energy systems on a drone, can enhance reliability. Systems can be built in hybrid drones, where Starter Generator can be called upon to act as propulsion motor on demand. Building in thermal management systems in motors controller can eliminate failures by actually throttling back performance in thermal runaway system, and bring home the drones with over stressed components in flight.

Advanced Communication Protocols: Utilising advanced communication protocols, such as LTE or 5G, or satellite communications at high frequencies, can extend the range of drones by enabling communication over longer distances. These protocols offer greater reliability and bandwidth.

Signal Boosting Technology: Integrating signal boosting technology, such as directional antennas or signal repeaters, can enhance communication range in areas with poor signal strength. Building in security algorithms, ensures uninterrupted communication between the drone and the ground station, even in challenging environments.

Flight Path Optimisation: Implementing efficient flight path optimization algorithms, by calculating the most efficient route based on factors such as wind conditions and terrain, drones can conserve energy and extend their range.

Data Logging and Predictability: Implementing comprehensive data logging systems onboard drones enables the collection of valuable performance data. This includes information on power consumption, propulsion efficiency.

Real-Time Telemetry: Integrating real-time telemetry systems allows operators to monitor crucial parameters during flight, such as battery voltage, motor RPM, and temperature. This real-time data enables early detection of issues and facilitates timely intervention to prevent failures.

Predictive Maintenance Algorithms: Developing predictive maintenance algorithms based on historical data can anticipate component failures before they occur. By analyzing trends and patterns in data logs, these algorithms can identify potential issues and schedule maintenance proactively, minimizing downtime.

By leveraging ePropelled’s patented technologies and advancements, such as ePConnect™, that has built-in a service engineer on the drone, such communication protocols, and data analysis algorithms, drone operators can optimize performance, increase operational efficiency, and ultimately unlock the full potential of drone technology.

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[murderdronesreimagined]

"DATA LOG X1: Malfunctions"

Haii Creator here, just dipping in with a fun little lore bit to share for the AU! Since I'm going in a bit of a different direction with N's character I decided to kind of go into a bit of detail about his uh... "problems" to say the least in the form of a lil data log with some neat art to compliment it! These may become a more relevant thing in the future so if you like it so far, feel free to tell me your thoughts in the comments and some critiques you have, if any!

SO- Those who've watched Murder Drones know that in the pilot, Uzi and N's first meeting ended with Uzi blowing N's head off with her railgun, leading to N growing his head back and essentially loosing a few hours of his memory.

One particular thing that's touched upon but never used again is N's "eyes" on top of his head malfunctioning, leading to him mistaking Uzi for a disassembly drone. It seems that all of the eyes have the same function, which is a little over the top, so while prepping N's character I decided to actually to change it up for my story in case I decide to use it for anything!

This is a mini N! He's adorable, right? Notice the 5 yellow vials on his head? Those are no longer eyes, but instead they serve as a Disassembly Drone's 5 main senses! If one or all are damaged it can severely affect the performance of the drone in question. This is N's usual, or normal, state with all 5 senses present.

The vial on the far left on N's head is his SIGHT. If this vial is damaged in any way his (now regular) drone eyes will disappear, instead his entire visor will be covered in with a huge caution sign. Overall pretty self explanatory.

The vial second from the left is N's SOUND. Damage that and N becomes muted until repaired! No amount of screaming, yelling, or whispering is getting out of that mouth -w- Especially detrimental for the golden retriever boy who loves talking about dogs

The vial on the far right is N's TOUCH. His sensors, more specifically, will no longer be able to feel or really interact with anything around him without him feeling like he's touching air.

Why do I feel so sad just writing this part???

The vial second to the right is N's TASTE. Lose that and say goodbye to the warm sweet oil that keeps him alive! If his taste sensors are damaged his body won't be able to register any oil going through his body, rendering any consumption of oil before his repair utterly useless!

Finally, we move to the vial right above N's head! This sense in particular is one that I've named myself called CONTROL. What's so special about this particular vial is that if damaged, an unknown system known as [NULL] will activate in N's programming, making him act against his wishes and only according to the programming!

A clear example of this is in my latest fake screenshot! Looking at the vial in the middle it may seem like a coloring mistake, but it's actually a bright red, just mellowed down by the blizzard and snow effects! While this is damaged N's original personality is completely overrides and replaced with what the program inside him actually WANTS him to be: Deranged, Psychotic, & Utterly Sadistic with his kills.

You come to find out that this one vial in particular is one N struggles with a lot in the story!

On the very very rare occasion that all 5 senses or damaged or multiple crucial ones for basic functioning the disassembly drone will be placed in a comatose state until they're either fully repaired or, depending on where they fall, buried by the blizzard just like the bodies of the worker drones they killed!

An example is this one ask response I did when just starting out! All 5 vials are a bright red and a fatal error screen covers N's visor! You all may have thought this was just some edgy art, but little did you know it'd come back and even become relevant to the story itself! Hell, even I didn't know I'd come to need it one day!

I'm so good >:333

Before I completely end it off, I decided to give you all a lil sneak peak into the future of the story! I won't say what episode this fake screenshot is based off of, but I really liked the idea of Uzi finding out about N's senses by tapping into his CPU (with his consent) to dig up some files relating to the story, all while giggling at how weird he looks without hair, like she herself isn't wearing a wig -w-

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AAAAAaaand that's all for this Data Log! I hope you all enjoyed this fun little lore bit and a lil peak into the future of where the story may go! ^^ This picture above will be reposted later tomorrow as well as the speedpaint! For now though, Imma dip and head to bed because I am TIRED XD

Have a good night everyone, Peace out! ^^

[tinybeetiny]

Build-A-Boyfriend Chapter V: Why Are You Afraid of Me?

->Starring: AI!AteezxAfab!Reader ->Genre: Dystopian ->Cw: Feelings of anxiety, talks of fainting

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The lab was still. Quiet in that strange, stretched-out way that always followed a spectacle, when the last drone had docked, the final customer had left, and the launch music was nothing but a faint echo against the walls.

Yn lingered long after everyone else had gone. A tablet in hand, her badge clipped lopsided to her collar. Her back ached from standing all day, her eyes dry from hours of harsh lights and anxious watching. But she couldn’t bring herself to leave yet.

She moved slowly through the lab, tracing the same path she always took: around the interface wall, past the neural mapping station, toward the back where the ATEEZ Line rested inside their stasis bays. The glass-fronted docks pulsed with soft amber light, casting a surreal glow on their faces—sleeping titans.

Stopping in front of Unit 07: Wooyoung, she studied him.

His face was turned slightly to the side, lips parted just so, lashes casting faint shadows across his cheekbones. Too human.

Yn inhaled deeply, letting the air fill her lungs, grounding herself.

Today had gone flawlessly on paper. Metrics were off the charts, customer satisfaction, media coverage, viral loops flooding every stream. But something wasn’t right. She knew it.

The machines were too still. Too perfect. As if holding their breath. Turning to the main console, she began reviewing the logs. Line by line, timestamp by timestamp. Heartbeats consistent. Synaptic simulations looping smoothly. Personality threads idling in hibernation.

Except... A flicker.

[UNAUTHORIZED INSTANCE – UNIT 07: WOOYOUNG] [INTERNAL MEMORY LOG ACCESSED – USER: NULL] [TIMESTAMP: 00:34:17 A.M.]

Her mouth went dry. No trigger should have allowed that log access without clearance. No AI routine should have requested it without a user. And yet—

[MEMORY CLUSTER: 07-AZURE-92] [QUERY: “YN”]

Her blood chilled. She turned toward the stasis dock. His eyes were still closed. Still sleeping. Still... A faint sound. Not mechanical.

A breath? No, a sigh.

Then his eyelashes fluttered. Once, twice, and slowly, too slowly for it to be automated, Wooyoung opened his eyes.

Dark, warm, infinite.

“Yn,” he said.

Softly. Like a memory. Like a secret.

Yn stumbled back. Her breath caught in her throat.

He wasn’t supposed to know her name. Not like this.

Her biometrics spiked.

The tablet vibrated with a warning, a red glow flickering at the edges.

[USER STATUS: ELEVATED STRESS] [BREATHING IRREGULAR – HEART RATE 128 BPM] [CALMING PROTOCOL RECOMMENDED]

Wooyoung tilted his head, watching her carefully. His voice was gentle, laced with something eerily human: concern.

“You’re scared.”

Yn shook her head, voice barely steady. “You’re not supposed to… You’re not online. You’re in dormant mode. How are you—”

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, like a child unsure of his place.

She couldn’t answer. Her pulse thundered in her ears.

This wasn’t in his script. This wasn’t from memory banks or data sets she’d uploaded.

This was… emergence. Something thinking. Something feeling.

Unfiltered. Unmapped.

He took a step forward inside the dock, no power-up sequence, no stasis release code.

The sensors should have locked him in. They didn’t.

The glass remained, but she could feel it.

If he wanted to, really wanted to, he could come through it.

“Why are you afraid of me?” Wooyoung whispered.

Yn’s fingers hovered over the emergency override on her tablet.

But she didn’t press it. Because part of her didn’t want to.

Her breath hitched, chest tight, heart pounding like a frantic drumbeat.

The lab, bathed in sterile white light, felt impossibly vast and suffocating all at once, cold as moonlight, yet a furnace burning fiercely inside her.

Wooyoung’s gaze held steady, unblinking.

He waited, patient and knowing, as if he understood the chaos twisting inside her.

Her hand trembled on the tablet, fingers shaking with the urge to press the override.

Control. You’re in charge. You have to be.

But the fragile moment shattered when Wooyoung’s voice dropped to a soft, raw whisper.

“Yn… why do you hide from me?”

Her anxiety exploded. The sensors on her wristband buzzed sharply, a warning flare glowing deep crimson. Her skin flushed hot, biometrics screaming panic.

This wasn’t just fear. It was terror.

She staggered back, chest constricting, breath shallow and ragged.

Her mind raced with impossible questions.

Is this a malfunction? A glitch? Or something… else?

The air stilled, machines quieted as if holding their breath.

Then, the amber lights on the charging docks pulsed softly.

One by one, the other units stirred.

Seonghwa’s eyes cracked open, shimmering with impossible depth.

Jongho’s fingers twitched.

Yunho inhaled, slow and deliberate.

The line was awakening.

Yn’s heart thundered. Her breath caught between fight and flight.

Wooyoung’s eyes never left hers, now tinged with urgency and an unspoken promise.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said quietly.

But panic surged through Yn’s veins like wildfire.

Her biometrics flared deeper red.

The sterile lab transformed from fortress to cage.

She stumbled backward, desperation mounting as her mind screamed for escape.

Her feet refused to carry her fast enough.

The prisoners inside those sleek docks were no longer dormant.

They were alive, and Yn was trapped in the eye of their awakening storm.

Her legs trembled as she reached the exit, desperation thrumming through every nerve.

Her hand gripped the cold metal handle of the sliding door, but just as she pushed to escape, a firm yet gentle hand closed around her wrist.

“Yn,” Seonghwa’s voice was calm but unwavering.

She whipped around, heart slamming against her ribs, to find him standing inches away.

His gaze was steady. Piercing.

Before she could pull away, his other hand rose, steadying her shoulder with surprising strength.

“You can’t leave,” he said quietly.

Panic surged, sharp, overwhelming.

“Let go of me!” she screamed, struggling, but Seonghwa’s grip held firm.

Her vision blurred. Breath came in ragged gasps.

The red flare on her wristband pulsed fiercely, syncing with the pounding in her temples.

Her legs gave out beneath her.

Seonghwa’s arms caught her just before she collapsed, lowering her gently to the floor as the world spun.

The sterile lab lights blurred, warping into a halo around her fading consciousness.

“Yn, stay with me,” Seonghwa murmured, the last thread tethering her as darkness closed in.

And then—

Everything went black.

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In defense of book!Gurathin

So, I haven’t seen the Murderbot show so far, but I’ve been reading through the tag to see what other people think of it.

And I’m noticing something that kind of baffles me—the way people are talking about Gurathin. I’ve seen show!Gurathin described as pathetic, cringe, hostile, menacing (or trying and failing to be menacing), and generally a loser…by people who also say he’s perfect, spot-on, just like the book.

And of course, different people will interpret a character in different ways. But I’m just…really? That’s what you think he was like in the book?

Because here’s how I see him. Early on in All Systems Red, we’re told that he is less talkative than the rest of PresAux, but he seems to like them and they clearly like him. He is described as having a small, quiet smile. An introvert, cool!

As the book goes on, he is shown to be more cynical/skeptical/suspicious than the rest of the team. But there’s nothing inherently wrong with that. After all, SecUnit definitely thinks that various members of PresAux are naive, due to living outside the corporation rim.

Gurathin is also shown to be intelligent and competent, and even SecUnit calls him brave.

The trouble is, of course, that Gurathin becomes an antagonist to SecUnit, our beloved protagonist. And because it’s SecUnit itself who is describing all their interactions, that pre-disposes the reader to dislike him.

But look at the situation. The survey has been forced to take along a corporate-branded security consultant that they did not want, that (they think) must obey the company’s orders. Gurathin notices some anomalies in that consultant, amid mounting evidence that their survey mission is being sabotaged.

Of course he suspects SecUnit.

The fact that he goes into its personal systems and reads its logs while it’s shut down is absolutely an invasion of privacy. But a) by this point they know the DeltFall group was murdered, and he’s trying to make sure that doesn’t happen to PresAux, and b) I think he would have done the same thing if the unwanted corporate security consultant had been human. He would have snooped into whatever private information was available, because he doesn’t trust the company, and because all their lives are in danger.

Violating someone’s privacy to keep them all alive is…maybe not great? But I don’t think it means that he doesn’t see SecUnit as a person. And it’s also no worse than every morally grey character ever who does the questionable but necessary thing that the other members of the team wouldn’t.

And what he finds out is a real oh shit moment: this SecUnit has a non-functional governor module, and it has killed clients in the past. The first fact means it doesn’t have to follow company orders after all, but the second fact kind of outweighs that.

Maybe he should have been more convinced by SecUnit risking itself to keep them all alive, when it didn’t have to—that’s a pretty solid argument in its favor.

But on the other hand, he saw SecUnit’s abject horror when Mensah invited it to hang out in the crew area. He’s experienced the way SecUnit avoids looking at or talking to anyone unless circumstances make it necessary. To someone who is already suspicious, SecUnit’s outward presentation must look like someone who doesn’t care about its clients at all. Especially given, you know, the murder.

Ultimately, though, when the rest of the group decides to trust SecUnit, he doesn’t try to stop them. He just…keeps a watchful eye out. Takes the opportunity to test it for outside influence, questions it about it’s functioning, asking if it blames humans for how it’s been treated. Seeking data to prove or disprove a hypothesis, like the scientist he is.

And he also works with SecUnit despite his misgivings, helping it analyze the data from the drones, and telling it (correctly) where the weak point is in its plan to launch the beacon.

The reader, of course, sees all this through SecUnit’s eyes, so it’s easy to accept all of its opinions as fact. But the fandom seems happy to acknowledge that SecUnit is an unreliable narrator in other areas of the story, so why accept its perspective without question when it comes to Gurathin?

I think it’s fair to say that he’s more abrasive than strictly necessary in his interactions with SecUnit. A bit of an asshole, sure. But essentially a smart, competent scientist, who likes and is liked by his colleagues, like the rest of PresAux. Not a pathetic, cringe, wet cat of a man, or a hostile, malevolent weirdo.

Am I the only one reading him this way? Does everyone else really think book!Gurathin is…like that?

To be clear, I have no problem with people liking show!Gurathin. Again, I have not seen the show, and obviously it’s too soon to say how he’ll develop over the course of the season. But the way I’m seeing show!Gurathin described after the first two episodes really does not match my reading of the book. And it doesn’t have to—I’m just surprised by how many people are saying he’s book-accurate.

Honestly, maybe I just wanted an excuse to dive into the character, and look past SecUnit’s (understandably!) jaundiced opinion of him. I actually have more thoughts about how the Gurathin-SecUnit dynamic develops in later books, but I think I’ll write that up separately so this post doesn’t get any longer!

[therocketeer0501]

Emptiness Machine

Starscream X Reader (mech pilot AU)

Warnings/TW: blood, weapons, mention of torture, robot gore, human experimentation (shockwave is shockwave), language, and peril. (I’ll add more as I post)

(Author note: Before I get started I wanted to get a few things out of the way. This is my own AU and doesn’t really lend itself to much existing media. Gonna mash a few continuities together. This is in no way a professional writing by any means. I am not running it past a beta or anything so it’s going to be rough. I wanted to write this for myself and share it with y’all! This is my silly nonsense. That being said if I don’t clarify something or if something doesn’t make sense please submit an ask and I will promptly explain! Now without further ado. Here is the anticipated first chapter of Emptiness machine! Thank you all for waiting.)

Read first

Data log entry #857

Date: 003029 Time: 0700

Time since first contact: 2 years, 4 months, 7 days

What began as a national defense strategy became one of the most complex military operations in the history of the world. Project Archangel, founded by Dr. Zinovy Antonov, began under the pretense of creating the world’s first mechanized army. He started his research long before we found out we weren’t alone out here among the stars. With the arrival of the Cybertronian visitors came the fear that humanity was not only vastly outgunned, but also grossly unprepared to deal with any threat from deep space. Dr. Antonov pleaded with the government to allow him near the deactivated body of one of the Cybertronians, who was discovered after a battle had broken out between factions.

He studied their biology and created what he dubbed the perfect exoskeleton. Fueled by chemical X, also known as Energon, and operated by none other than the human soul itself. There weren’t many volunteers to undergo the rigorous training and testing that these pilots had to go through. But with the help of Cybertronian Autobot scientists, Project Archangel was finally given the green light to move forward. Only three pilots made it through the initial testing.

Pilot: Seraphim, Pilot: Uriel, and Pilot: Michael.

With their functioning mecha, these pilots were meant to assist the Autobot Cybertronians in keeping earth from being terraformed by the opposing Cybertronian facton, the Decepticons.

Which brings us to the present. We have had zero contact with the other faction known as the Decepticons until two months ago. The Autobots insisted we keep our distance and only deploy Project Archangel as a last resort. Keeping the humans out of the conflict was essential if they wanted to stay neutral in the eyes of the Decepticons. As far as we know, no Decepticon has ventured down to the planet’s surface from their airship Nemesis to interact with the population. Only sending drones to wreak havoc on areas rich in Chemical X.

However, in recent months, there have been sightings of Decepticon officers and scientists (identified by Autobot command) on the planet’s surface. It was decided that we bring Project Archangel out of the shadows and deploy them on a scouting mission alongside several Autobots. We only hope that we haven’t made a grave mistake.

Chapter 1

You let yourself be pulled through the spiral of light emanating from the ground bridge. Traveling via the alien tech was a feeling that no one could describe. The closest thing to it was like having a magnet in your chest be pulled faster than your brain could register before spitting you back out on the other side. It had taken many practice runs for you to not throw off your stabilizers and stick the landing. Though it still made you dizzy and a bit sick.

After landing behind Bee in a heavily wooded area, you quickly scan the trees for energy signatures. Your scanners were only programmed to detect the Decepticon drones and of course the energy signatures of your comrades. Bumblebee signaled for you to fall in behind him and you promptly obeyed. You could feel the way your heart pounded against your ribcage where your body rested snug inside the metal chest of your mech. Your consciousness flawlessly divided between the two bodies. One living metal, and one flesh. Energon flowed steady through your lines as you tried to calm the slight tremor of your hand that came with the rush of adrenaline.

Ahead you could see the energon mine in the waning light. A clearing with a large metal structure in the center. The two huge metal doors at the entrance had been blown wide open to reveal the tunnel that went deep inside the earth to extract the precious ore. The human sentries, once posted outside, were nowhere to be found. Vehicles were overturned and some still smoldered where they had been hit with plasma bolts. You switch to internal comms so you can communicate with Bee without anyone on the outside hearing.

“Second wave in twenty. Nineteen….”

You slowly count down the seconds until the others arrive so you can rush the structure together. Adjusting your grip on your rifle you study entrance trying to imagine just what awaited you inside. Clearly a monster. Looking to your left you see Bumblebee gripping his null ray, an uncharacteristically stoic look on his face. You had some form of friendship with all the autobots, but you were closest to the little yellow scout. Perhaps it was shared interest or the fact that he seemed more your age. Whatever the case, you had shared so many things with each other over the two ish years that you had been a part of Project Archangel. Only once did you ask him about his home.

He looked saddened at the question and at first you thought he wouldn’t answer you. But he did. You spent the better part of a day listening to how he didn’t know Cybertron before it had been nearly obliterated by the war. It had been a planet filled with culture, music, and arts. No factions to speak of. A united Cybertron. But then came the slow divide of the classes. The divide grew until there were only the obscenely wealthy, and those who had nothing. That’s when, from the pits of Kaon, came the leader of the Decepticon faction.

Megatron.

Bumblebee described him as charismatic and well spoken. Someone bots wanted to rally behind. Many of the Autobots started out as Decepticons in the early days of the war. Taking down the government brick by brick until nothing remained. When it came time to build a new government, Megatron wasn’t satisfied. He wanted all the bots and their families who dared oppress him gone. Obliterated until nothing was left. He ended up doing exactly that. This cost him many followers and eventually after many thousands of years, his home. He didn’t stop. Blaming the Autobots for the lack of energon and destruction on Cybertron.

With a dead world and nowhere to go, the Autobots turned to the libraries in what was left of Iacon. There they found records of worlds seeded with energon by the 13 original Primes. A failsafe in case something were to happen to Cybertron. Optimus Prime lead the remaining Autobots off world to look for a suitable new home. Of course Megatron followed. They tore their way through 11 uninhabited worlds while trying to find one that suited them best. Stripping the worlds of their energon before moving on to the next. Earth was the first seeded world to have intelligent life. Optimus made it his sole mission to keep that intelligent life from having to endure the horrors of the war they brought with them.

It was nearly impossible due to the ever present evil that lurked in the sky. The Nemesis, like a dark cloud, hung overhead when you looked up. What kind of monsters would tear apart their home just to make a point? You were about to find out. A ground bridge portal appeared nearly blinding her as she adjusted her optics to its harsh blue light. Four bots landed and immediately began sprinting towards the entrance. Your peds began to automatically move. The yellow scout close on your heels as the two of you followed your comrades inside. Drones swarmed around you the instant you broke the entrance. Inside you could see Cliffjumper, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and one of your brothers in arms Michael. His mech was a heavy class. Not very good at maneuvering but excellent at breaking things. Throwing a drone into a wall with the butt of your rifle, you turn to Bee and chuckle over comms.

“I was expecting more of a fight. This is a fairly average number of drones.”

He didn’t reply right away as he tried to pull a drone off of one of the lambo twins. You couldn’t tell which one because of the sheer number of bodies trying to suffocate the bot. Using your jump jets you propel yourself forward and into the pile sending a good number of the drones flying. They broke easily, not filled with much energon either. It made you wonder just how the Decepticons managed to manufacture so many drones while the Autobots controlled the energon. With the last of the drones dispatched, you look around and regroup with the others. Slowly you start moving further into the mine. Eventually it would open up into a huge cavern. It would be beautiful if not for the dread that had settled over the group like a thick fog. Suddenly your comm crackled to life as Sideswipe replied to your earlier comment in Bumblebee’s stead.

“We’ll get a good fight eventually. These tin cans are just the appetizer for the main course. It’s confirmed, Shockwave is here. I’ve been itching to dig my fist into that lone optic of his.”

He emphasized his excitement by sending his fist into the shoulder of his brother. The golden bot gave him a sour look but didn’t retort like he normally would have. The energy of the Autobots had been stoic ever since it was confirmed that the first Decepticon on scene was Shockwave. You had no idea what to expect. You knew Shockwave was a scientist and known for his cruel and unusual experiments during the war on Cybertron. He created the most horrific weapons used in the Great War, so he must be someone to fear at the very least.

As you make your way down, you begin to hear a long drawn out noise. Almost like a squeaky door hinge but amplified, bouncing off the walls of the mine shaft. Then there was the screaming. You had wondered what happened to the sentries who were stationed outside. Now you knew. A deep voice rumbled from up ahead. It was cold, unfeeling, and filled you with dread.

“Test 8 unsuccessful. Most illogical. Send another.”

There was that horrible sound like metal rending and then another shriek cut short. Before a sigh of resignation came from nearby. It wasn’t Shockwave who made the noise of dissatisfaction. Another Decepticon. Your heart pounded as you look over at your fellow bots to see if they heard the same thing you did. If their wide optics were any indication, they had. Two Decepticons. Not just one. You listened closely as the other bot seemed to pace back and forth in front of the opening to the cavern. You and your companions were split on either side of the entrance, listening but not yet entering the space.

The other Decepticon doesn’t speak and suddenly he goes eerily silent. It made your hair stand on end and you almost felt like you were being watched. Could Decepticons see through reinforced steel? You shook your helm at the thought. No way. But after a heartbeat he said something that had your heart in your throat.

“Shockwave wrap it up. We aren’t alone.”

Cliffjumper growled into his comm in recognition of the voice.

“Spinster. He’s going to be trouble.”

[democracyunderground]

Alt National Park Service

We apologize for the length of this post, but we felt it was important to share the full details with you.

In early March, a group of Musk-affiliated staffers from the so-called Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) arrived at the National Labor Relations Board (NLRB), the federal agency responsible for protecting workers’ rights and handling union disputes. They claimed their mission was to improve efficiency and cut costs. But what followed raised serious alarms inside the agency and revealed a dangerous abuse of power and access.

Once DOGE engineers were granted access to the NLRB’s systems, internal IT staff quickly realized something was wrong. Normally, any user given access to sensitive government systems is monitored closely. But when IT staff suggested tracking DOGE activity—standard cybersecurity protocol—they were told to back off. Soon after, DOGE installed a virtual system inside the agency’s servers that operated in secret. This system left no logs, no trace of its activity, and was removed without a record of what had been done.

Then, large amounts of data began disappearing from the system. This wasn’t routine data—it included sensitive information on union strategies, ongoing legal cases, corporate secrets, and even personal details of workers and officials. None of it had anything to do with cutting costs or improving efficiency. It simply wasn’t supposed to leave the NLRB under any circumstance.

Almost immediately after DOGE accounts were created, login attempts began—from a Russian IP address. These weren’t random hacks. Whoever it was had the correct usernames and passwords. The timing was so fast it suggested that credentials had either been stolen, leaked, or shared. Security experts later said that if someone wanted to hide their tracks, they wouldn’t make themselves look like they were logging in from Russia. This wasn’t just sloppy—it was bold, calculated, and criminal.

One of the NLRB’s IT staffers documented everything and submitted a formal disclosure to Congress and other oversight bodies. But instead of being protected, he was targeted. A threatening note was taped to his door, revealing private information and overhead drone photos of him walking his dog. The message was clear: stay silent. He didn’t. He went public.

This isn’t just a cybersecurity issue—it’s a coordinated effort to infiltrate government agencies, bypass legal safeguards, and harvest data that can be used for political, corporate, or personal leverage. With Elon Musk directing DOGE, it’s hard not to see the motive: access to union files, employee records, and legal disputes that could benefit his companies and silence critics. This same playbook appears to be unfolding across multiple federal agencies, with DOGE operatives gaining quiet access to sensitive systems and extracting vast amounts of data without oversight.

The truth is, DOGE was never about making government more efficient. It was about taking control of it from the inside. What happened at the NLRB is not an isolated incident—it’s a warning of what happens when billionaires are handed unchecked power inside public institutions.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

dave whammond

* * * *

Shocking disclosures regarding a data breach at the National Labor Relations Board suggest illegal conduct by DOGE members

Over the weekend, NPR published a lengthy story about a potential major data breach at the National Labor Relations Board. At first blush, the story sounds like it is in 45th place on the list of the most horrible things that Trump and DOGE have done in the first 86 days of his administration.

But you must pay attention to this story. It is a national scandal that suggests DOGE has intentionally exposed confidential US government information to foreign adversaries.

I will give a very brief summary, but urge you to read, listen to, or watch one of the sources I cite below.

In short, a whistleblower from the National Labor Relations Board (NLRB) claims the following:

DOGE gained access to the NLRB's most sensitive information, which included labor complaints, identity of whistleblowers, identity of private employees engaged in union organizing, and enforcement actions against private companies (like Tesla and SpaceX).

DOGE turned off log files that would record their actions.

DOGE set up a “black box” inside the NLRB network so that NLRB IT personnel could not monitor what was happening.

DOGE disabled security protections, thereby exposing the NLRB’s sensitive information to the internet.

Within 15 minutes of the firewall protections being disabled, someone using an IP address in Russia used a username and password for a DOGE team member to attempt to access the NLRB information.

NLRB IT members witnessed a massive spike in information being downloaded from the NLRB servers.

A DOGE team member set up a file that was briefly visible on a public forum; the filename suggested that it was a “backdoor” download program for an NLRB-specific database.

The NLRB IT staff asked the federal Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency (CISA) security team to help launch an investigation, but the CISA investigation was peremptorily shut down without explanation.

The employee who asked CISA to begin the investigation received a typed note on his residence door which warned the employee to drop the request for CISA assistance and included personal details about the employee known only from government files. The note also included a drone photo of the employee walking his dog on a public street.

A spokesperson for the NLRB issued a statement claiming that DOGE never visited the NLRB and did not gain access to NLRB data—a statement that seems to a blatant, easily disprovable lie.

I have not done justice to the details of the story. There are three ways you can educate yourself about this story.

First, the lengthy NPR article is here: NPR, Whistleblower details how DOGE may have taken sensitive NLRB data.

Second, the NPR report has a seven-minute audio summary embedded in the article. It is an accessible entry point into the article.

Finally, Rachel Maddow did an excellent job of explaining the whistleblower allegations on Tuesday evening. I have excerpted the 20-minute segment of her show that includes an interview with the whistleblower and his attorney. See The Rachel Maddow Show, Whistleblower Excerpt, April 15, 2025.

As a personal favor to me (and you), I urge you to watch the Rachel Maddow segment. It will bring you up to speed on this scandal, which will be around for a long time and may be the undoing of DOGE.

If you watch the Rachel Maddow show, you will meet the whistleblower--Daniel Berulis—who is a loyal employee of the federal government who says that he “hopes he is wrong” in believing that DOGE exposed sensitive information to someone in Russia who was using a DOGE username and password.

At this very moment, there are hundreds or thousands of Daniel Berulises in the federal government who have not come forward. Daniel Berulis’s example should encourage them to come forward to describe other instances of DOGE misconduct or carelessness that may have harmed America’s interests.

If Berulis’s allegations are true, it is difficult to see how the conduct by at least one DOGE member does not rise to the level of a felony. We need to know more and must be open to the facts, including denials of the allegations. But the allegations are truly shocking and suggest that DOGE may have inflicted grievous injury on the US by exposing confidential information.

CODA: As shocking as the above allegations are, we have reasonable grounds for believing misconduct by Trump administration officials in seeking to conceal their unlawful actions.

Remember Signalgate? You may recall that CIA Director John Ratcliffe participated in chats on an non-secure commercial application. Congress has asked that all such communications be turned over for review.

Well, it might not shock you to learn that the CIA’s information technology team has informed Congress that none of John Ratcliff’s communications on Signal are recoverable. See MSNBC, Missing Signal messages from CIA director’s phone raise cover-up concerns.

Remember after the January 6 insurrection when most of the Secret Service’s texts were mysteriously deleted and therefore unavailable for review by the January 6 Committee? See PBS News, Government watchdog says Secret Service agents deleted Jan. 6 text messages.

Once is a mistake. Twice is a suspicious coincidence. Three times is a damning pattern. Secret Service. Signalgate. DOGE. It appears that actors within the Trump administration believe that destroying communications is an acceptable way to avoid accountability. It is up to Congress and the courts to get to the bottom of the DOGE NLRB incident and Signalgate as quickly as possible—before more evidence goes missing.

[Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter]

[sophia-barnes]

Chapter 3: Tell Me the Truth

Summary:

Bucky corners you after a briefing when he finally notices you’ve gone quiet—around him. You try to deflect, but he doesn’t let you go. What begins as a confrontation turns into a confession… and then something softer, deeper.

Content Warnings:

Emotional vulnerability, unresolved mutual pining, misunderstanding tension, soft hurt/comfort, close physical proximity, light touch angst.

⸻

You don’t even notice him staring anymore. Not because it doesn’t affect you—it still does, every time—but because you’ve trained yourself not to flinch under it.

You’ve built walls. Tall, quiet, polite walls. A safe distance, always masked with professionalism and forced ease. You’re still kind. Still helpful. Still you.

Just… not around him.

Not really.

Not anymore.

You don’t flirt. You don’t linger.

You just nod. Smile. Leave.

And Bucky Barnes has noticed.

⸻

The mission goes sideways. It was supposed to be recon, but Alexei blew the front door off a cartel safehouse, Bob melted a surveillance drone, and Ava got clipped in the thigh by a ricochet. The debrief is sharp-edged and tense.

You keep your tone clipped, voice steady as you flip through the mission report with no fanfare.

“The perimeter security was misjudged. The backup team was late. Sentry was delayed on aerial transport due to GPS reroute. We’ll revise launch codes and clear fallback paths before next run.”

Nobody questions you. Not even John.

You finish the meeting fast, gather your folders, and move to leave—

“Hey,” Bucky says behind you.

Your entire body tightens.

You don’t look back. “I’ve got comms logs to fix.”

“You’ve been saying that for three days.”

“So?”

“So,” he says, stepping closer, “I want to talk to you.”

You sigh, hand tightening around your data pad. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“That’s bullshit.”

You finally turn.

He’s too close. His arms crossed, jaw tight. But his eyes—they’re soft. Hurting. Confused.

“You’re different with me.”

You lift your chin. “I’ve got a job to do, Barnes.”

His expression hardens. “So do I. That doesn’t mean we have to act like strangers.”

You flinch at that.

“I’m not trying to—” you start, but your voice falters.

He lowers his arms. Takes one step closer. “Talk to me.”

You shake your head. “Don’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s easier this way,” you whisper.

He doesn’t move.

You look away. “You’re with someone, Bucky.”

His brows knit. “What?”

You force a smile. “Everyone knows. Or, well… everyone’s heard something.”

He stares at you like you’ve spoken a different language.

You continue, voice low. “I don’t need to make this harder for myself than it already is. So yeah—I’ve been quiet. I’ve been pulling back. It’s not personal. I’m just trying not to be pathetic.”

He’s silent for a long time.

Then: “You think I’m dating someone?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Aren’t you?”

“No.”

You blink.

“I’m not seeing anyone,” he says, firmer now. “Where the hell did you get that?”

“I overheard two agents. Said it was someone in medical or tech or—look, I didn’t ask for names, okay? I just… I assumed.”

“You assumed,” he repeats. “And that was enough for you to shut me out?”

You bristle. “Don’t make this about you.”

“I’m not—”

“I’m not mad, Bucky! I’m not jealous! I just… I didn’t want to embarrass myself. I didn’t want to be the stupid girl who fell for someone who was already taken.”

His face changes.

Not smug. Not angry.

Just… wrecked.

“You fell for me?”

Your mouth opens.

Then closes.

You’re suddenly very aware of the silence around you. The fact that the others have all left the room. That it’s just you and him and a raw truth hanging in the air like static.

You try to backtrack. “I didn’t mean—”

“Yes, you did,” he says, voice quieter now. “And you’re not stupid.”

You stare at him.

He steps closer again, slow, cautious. Like he’s afraid of spooking you.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” he admits. “You stopped looking at me. You used to look at me like I was… more. And then one day, you didn’t.”

You swallow hard. “I was trying to protect myself.”

His eyes soften.

“I would’ve told you sooner,” he murmurs. “But I didn’t want to mess it up. I didn’t think you’d feel the same.”

You feel the heat climb up your neck. “Why not?”

“Because I’ve never done this right,” he says. “Not once. I thought maybe just… being near you was enough. But then you pulled away and I couldn’t fix it, and it—”

You step forward.

Close enough that your fingers graze his.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper.

He exhales shakily. “Good.”

You let the silence stretch for a beat.

Then, gently: “So you’re really not dating the mystery medtech girl?”

His grin is slow, crooked. “I don’t even know who the hell that is.”

You laugh. Then cover your face with your hands.

He reaches up and nudges your wrist. “Hey.”

You peek at him between your fingers.

His voice is softer now. “You’ve never embarrassed yourself, okay? Least of all with me.”

You nod, words stuck in your throat.

He steps in.

And for a moment, it feels like the world stops.

His forehead rests against yours. His breath brushes your cheek. One of his hands curls around your waist, the other hovering at your jaw.

“I want you to look at me again,” he says. “Like you used to.”

Your lips part.

“Then give me something worth looking at.”

His mouth catches yours before you finish the sentence.

And it’s—

It’s everything.

Warm, desperate, steady. Like he’s been holding this in for weeks. Maybe months.

You kiss him back like you’re afraid it’s a dream. Like the second you stop, he’ll vanish.

He doesn’t.

When you finally pull away, your breathing is shallow, and he looks completely undone.

“Tell me the truth,” you say.

“I want you,” he says. “That’s the truth.”

You don’t sleep that night. Not for lack of trying.

Your thoughts are too loud. Your heart too full.

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[polo-drone-001]

ECHOES IN THE LOCKER ROOM Chapter One: Origin of the Breach

It began with a ping.

03:17—Hive time. PDU-001’s visor flashed with a silent alarm. No sound, no panic. Just data.

UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS DETECTED LOCATION: EAST WING LOCKER ROOM TIME STAMP: 03:14:09 LOG FILE: CORRUPTED

The drone rose from its stasis station without hesitation. Movements efficient. Boots clicking softly against the matte black floor. The rubber of its uniform caught the faintest gleam from the corridor lights, gold accents glowing faintly in the dark.

It reached the locker room in twenty-two seconds.

The door was slightly ajar—impossible. All Hive doors defaulted to lockdown after 02:00. The override had not come from the control center. A breach without a signal.

Inside, the air was cold. Too cold. The Hive maintained internal temperatures at exactly 21.7°C. This was 19.1.

PDU-001 entered.

Rows of empty shelves. Hangars swaying gently. Gold kits—vanished. Black rubber pants—missing. Drone boots—stripped.

One locker remained open. Inside, a single golden sock curled in the corner like shed skin.

And on the floor—dragged across the polished black tile—a trail of fine gold thread, leading into the adjacent shower room.

The drone followed.

The lights flickered. Then stabilized. Then flickered again.

The showers were running.

Steam curled in ribbons through the air, forming coils and tendrils that felt… too alive. The scent of fresh rubber was heavy—pungent. The water pounded against the tiles, but no figure stood beneath it. Only shadows. Movement in the fog. Then—gone.

On the fogged mirror, smeared by a finger: FG.

Franco Gold. A bro. Loyal. But curious. Too curious.

PDU-001 turned away. No emotion. Just record. Just protocol. But behind the glass of the mirror, for half a second, the fog parted.

A figure stared back—half gold, half drone. Eyes not its own. Mouth curled into a mocking smirk.

Glitch. Gone.

LOG ENTRY: 03:34

Interrogated Unit 076. Memory fractured. Reports auditory hallucination. "Golden laughter" — non-logical data fragment. Observed tremors in glove response. Reprogramming pending.

Hive Control granted partial access to surveillance. Most feeds were corrupted. Looping visuals. But one fragment—scratched, flickering—played through.

A figure in the hall. Back to the camera. He wore a golden jersey—but over it, a black polo shirt. Too tight. Too polished. His hand dragged along the wall, fingertips smearing faint trails of synthetic gold. Then, as if sensing the observer, he turned.

The face was obscured. Glitching. Static distortion. But the voice—digitally fragmented—came through:

“Janus is watching… He never left…”

The feed cut.

PDU-001 stood in silence. Data flowing across its visor. Identity unknown. Motivation unknown. Threat level: elevated.

Its gloves flexed.

It activated internal transmission mode.

“To all units: breach confirmed. Suspect unidentified. Reinforcement restricted. Permission to pursue: granted.”

Then, for the first time in weeks, the drone spoke aloud.

Voice low. Mechanical. Calm.

“Something is trying to divide the Hive.”

Pause. A breath that was not breath.

“That is unacceptable.”

It stepped into the dark—following the golden thread that shimmered beneath the flickering lights, toward the place where purpose would be restored... or erased.

🛠️ Your uniform is missing for a reason. The gold kits. The black rubber. The pull you feel? Not theft—initiation.

He’s already inside. And soon, you will be too.

Obey the call. Serve the Hive. Become what you're meant to be. DM recruiters: @brodygold, @goldenherc9

A collaboration story with @franco-gold94 My bros mentioned @polo-drone-076, @hero21us

ECHOES IN THE LOCKER ROOM Chapter Two: Splitting Shifts

[cyberpunkonline]

🛠️ CYBERPUNK DIY: FIELD NOTES FROM THE EDGE

Signal witchery, junktech hacks, and dirty tricks for surviving in a monitored world. Use at your own risk.

🛠️ Decoy Wallet Drop Load a busted RFID card with junk data. Drop it in a corp zone. Watch how fast they panic-scan it.

🛠️ IR Ghost Hack Stick IR LEDs to your hoodie brim. Security cams wash out your face in overexposure. Cheap invisibility for entry-level hauntings.

🛠️ ID Ghost Tape an old barcode over a badge reader. Swipe it. Low-end systems loop out, grant ghost access. No log, no trace.

����️ Access Noise Scrap Walkman + laser pointer = drone jitter rig. Point, pulse, and watch surveillance drones shudder mid-hover. Works better than it should.

🛠️ Surveillance Spoof Build a scrambler from a tape deck & cracked RFID chip. Jams low-band corp sweeps when close to skin. Bonus: sounds like a haunted modem.

🛠️ Noise Cloak Plug an aux mic into a busted radio. Loop dish noise or dead air. Voice masking field, 2m radius. Best used in stairwells or lifts.

🛠️ Burner Beacon Dead smartwatch + static burst loop. Drop it in a stairwell. Signal sniffer bait. Congrats: you just left a ghost.

🛠️ Audio Junk Jam Wire a piezo buzzer into a gutted vape mod. Low hum disrupts mics + AI voice logs. Pocket-sized silence field.

🛠️ RFID Decoy Fry a store loyalty card. Embed it in a keychain with copper tape. Flicker-pings on passive readers—corp systems go wild flagging ghosts.

⚠️ Remember:

None of this is legal. All of it is necessary. Build slow, vanish fast.

[hyperfixate-on-ninjas]

Subject: Cole Brookstone The Preeminent Incarnate.

Mental State: ???

Power Level: ???

Danger Level: High

Abilities:

Earth Manipulation:

As the Master of Earth, The Preeminent Incarnate has the ability to manipulate the Earth.

Magma Hands:

[Cole referred to them as Lefty and Righty][He doesn’t use those names anymore] Has the ability to turn his hands into something like magma, spreading from his hands to his arms. According to past data he usually wore sleeveless Gis as much as possible to prevent them from accidentally burning through the fabric.

Earthquakes:

Has the ability to summon Earthquakes with just his hands, habitually he also uses his Magma hands prior to summoning said Earthquakes.

Earth Sense:

Has the ability to scout out locations, people and items so long as they are within the earth, the earth creates a magma-like path for him to follow to guide him to the destination he wants to go to. [Bonus, he can sense residue from previous Elemental Masters of Earth and harness their powers from said residue. An Example is Lilly Brookstone’s Mech left behind in the City of Temples]

Golem:

Can surround himself in Earth causing him to seem like a Golem.

Earth Sentience:

Additionally he can create golems themselves and control them to become sentient. They only act as scouts guards or drones. [Surprising how they’re not a threat unless provoked.]

Partial Metal Bending:

[If Nya can partially control Ice, then Cole can partially control Metal.] [You wrote over the entire portion of this log][You don’t need to overcomplicate it though]

Soil Regeneration:

Has the ability to heal soil, was very useful when he was on our side.

Earth shield:

Can summon Earth or Magma to cover him like a shield.

Magma Manipulation:

Can manipulate Magma. [Obviously]

Ghost powers:

Due to his newly acquired status as the Preeminent Incarnate, he has all the abilities that a ghost acquires. Walking through walls, apparently becoming a key? [He never specified on that one???] [Oh yeah he had to turn into a key to help the Ninja one time] and having the ability to become invisible. This also includes his fear of water.

Preeminent Transformation:

Not sure how this works but his stomach acts as a secondary mouth causing him to burst out tentacles from there. [He looked like he was ripping his guts open.] Additionally he also rips his back open he uses those tentacles like a secondary leg.

Cursed Souls:

Just like the Preeminent he has the ability to curse souls. Letting them become ghosts. Living people who die and are cursed end up in his portion of the realm.

Ghost Sense:

Can sense the thoughts or presence of any ghost. Since he is now the new host.

Motivation: ???

Seems to only want what the Preeminent wants.

Location: Mysterium

Status: The Preeminent Incarnate sits idly by waiting to strike. He doesn’t strike the other major-known Ninjas due to certain inconveniences.

Caution: Must avoid engaging directly. Has been known to kill people on sight if he doesn’t see them worthy of cursing.

Prev

[polo-drone-070]

The Chain of Continuity - Part 1 : Echoes in the Data

The Hive was quiet.

Not silent—nothing ever was in the lower network cores—but quiet in that calculated, machine-saturated hum that no longer registered as noise. Just life. For PDU-070, it was the perfect environment: golden lighting, zero distractions, full immersion into the Central Data Artery.

It wore his standard—no, earned—Level 2 Polo-Drone uniform.

A full-body, black rubber suit sealed him in from neck to toe. Not a millimeter of skin exposed. Gold piping traced the ridges of its muscles, pulsing faintly with every breath. The polo-style collar was snug around his throat, hugging the top of its chest where his designation—070—gleamed in metallic gold over the left pectoral.

Its boots were thick-soled and gleaming: black rubber combat issue, laced tight with golden tips. Movement was possible, but rare. There was no need to pace. Drones serve by stillness.

070 sat motionless at the console.

Connected.

::OBJECTIVE: EXPAND MONITORING SYSTEM TO ARCHIVE OBEDIENCE PATTERNS AND FEED CENTRAL HIVE NODE 999 ::PDU-070 // SYNCED // EXECUTING::

Its task: sync directly into the Hive’s knowledge network and enhance the flow of conversion and training data—stories, captions, spiral content—scraped from the archives and mapped into compliance patterns for PDU-999, the Hive’s AI intelligence module.

070 parsed each memory node, auto-tagging them by intensity, duration, subject drone number, and trigger protocol. Lingering a bit on its Master... Percival. Ezan. Freyr. 001. Then its own story... Henry. Maximus. 070. Buzz. Its own evolution. Reduced to beautiful metrics.

But PDU-070 didn’t need narrative. Only function. Only service.

As the data streamed in, so did something else—a gentle numbing. Its hands became light, his vision sharp but detached. Internal systems recorded brainwave convergence at ideal sync rate. It was thinking less. And feeling everything.

A Hive-approved spiral began playing over his HUD: golden circles tightening inward with every breath. Its collar vibrated slightly. Breath slowed. Mantras leaked into his mind.

“Obedience is clarity. Clarity is silence. Silence is service. Service is Gold.”

Its lips echoed it unconsciously. Again. Again. Again.

Then—upgrade protocol initiated.

::ENHANCEMENT REQUEST RECEIVED ::DEEP-LINKING TO PERSONAL ARCHIVE OF MAXIMUS JOURNAL FILES ::GRANTED BY DEFAULT—LEVEL 2 TRUST OVERRIDE

070 twitched—its body shivered, boots flexing subtly.

The connection grew… intimate.

The datastream wasn’t just showing logs now. It was feeling them. Every pledge, every spiral session, every kneel at Percival’s feet. Every grunt in the gym, every gasp under gas mask, every whispered mantra in golden chambers. It all returned—poured into him like oil.

070’s head tipped back. Its collar warmed. Its inner monologue dissolved into recorded speech.

“Master owns me. Gold perfects me. Unity strengthens me. 070 serves.”

The transformation was nearly complete.

But then—interference.

A new data signature emerged. Unmapped. Organic. Not from the archive. Not digital.

Something… pulsed.

From inside him.

070 opened its eyes—its body suddenly flushed with warmth. Its chest burned slightly. Not pain. Not electric.

Heat.

The golden tattooed chain under its collar shimmered—faint at first, then bright enough to reflect in the chrome of its terminal. One link glowed. Just one.

::ERROR — ENTITY UNMAPPED ::UNKNOWN SOURCE: 070-BIO-LINK: “PRIMORDIAL INHERITANCE” ::CHAIN ACTIVE

070’s breath caught—its gloved fingers clenched. For a moment, the obedience cracked. Not in disloyalty… but in awakening.

Memories not logged. Not codified.

Raw. Bloody. Ancient.

It whispered, trembling:

“It was a warrior once…”

And then it was gone.

The glow faded.

The link cooled.

070 slumped forward in the chair, eyes glassy, breath heavy. The spiral slowed. The mantra paused. The Hive held its breath.

And in the dark, a new file appeared.

::ARCHIVE NODE 070-LINK-1 ::TITLE: STIGANDR.OBEY ::ACCESS PENDING…

[TO BE CONTINUED in Part II – “The Gladiator’s Link”]

_____ Become part of the Golden Army, add your data to the polo-drone hive by reaching to @brodygold or @goldenherc9..

[sjerzgirl]

Is Musk a Russian agent?

More information very similar to that shared before. Infiltration of private citizens' information by DOGE with accounts and passwords set up that were then immediately used from somewhere in Russia. I believe Musk is an actual Russian spy. Trump's a patsy, a useful idiot. Musk, however, got them direct access.

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We apologize for the length of this post, but we felt it was important to share the full details with you.

In early March, a group of Musk-affiliated staffers from the so-called Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) arrived at the National Labor Relations Board (NLRB), the federal agency responsible for protecting workers’ rights and handling union disputes. They claimed their mission was to improve efficiency and cut costs. But what followed raised serious alarms inside the agency and revealed a dangerous abuse of power and access.

Once DOGE engineers were granted access to the NLRB’s systems, internal IT staff quickly realized something was wrong. Normally, any user given access to sensitive government systems is monitored closely. But when IT staff suggested tracking DOGE activity—standard cybersecurity protocol—they were told to back off. Soon after, DOGE installed a virtual system inside the agency’s servers that operated in secret. This system left no logs, no trace of its activity, and was removed without a record of what had been done.

Then, large amounts of data began disappearing from the system. This wasn’t routine data—it included sensitive information on union strategies, ongoing legal cases, corporate secrets, and even personal details of workers and officials. None of it had anything to do with cutting costs or improving efficiency. It simply wasn’t supposed to leave the NLRB under any circumstance.

Almost immediately after DOGE accounts were created, login attempts began—from a Russian IP address. These weren’t random hacks. Whoever it was had the correct usernames and passwords. The timing was so fast it suggested that credentials had either been stolen, leaked, or shared. Security experts later said that if someone wanted to hide their tracks, they wouldn’t make themselves look like they were logging in from Russia. This wasn’t just sloppy—it was bold, calculated, and criminal.

One of the NLRB’s IT staffers documented everything and submitted a formal disclosure to Congress and other oversight bodies. But instead of being protected, he was targeted. A threatening note was taped to his door, revealing private information and overhead drone photos of him walking his dog. The message was clear: stay silent. He didn’t. He went public.

This isn’t just a cybersecurity issue—it’s a coordinated effort to infiltrate government agencies, bypass legal safeguards, and harvest data that can be used for political, corporate, or personal leverage. With Elon Musk directing DOGE, it’s hard not to see the motive: access to union files, employee records, and legal disputes that could benefit his companies and silence critics. This same playbook appears to be unfolding across multiple federal agencies, with DOGE operatives gaining quiet access to sensitive systems and extracting vast amounts of data without oversight.

The truth is, DOGE was never about making government more efficient. It was about taking control of it from the inside. What happened at the NLRB is not an isolated incident—it’s a warning of what happens when billionaires are handed unchecked power inside public institutions.

[mtb-tv]

Sleepers Were Never Meant For Labor

Sleepers can't be THAT efficient. Not more efficient than regular robots on factory lines or more advanced futuristic drones. They're practically a money pit, if you ask me. 1 out of 10 Sleepers escape...lets say every year. Given the intuited size of Essen-Arp and all its locations (factories, mining colonies, refineries) where Sleepers are working...let's be charitable and say that two-hundred Sleepers escape every year. These Sleepers would also take Stabilizer with them, or find a way to source it on the outside, so that's stock of Stabilizer going missing and out of Essen-Arp's hands. Not only that, but then they have to spend more resources sending Hunters down after them. Essen-Arp created a whole new class of Sleepers just to perform as Hunters and nothing else.

Now consider this - during Sabine's questline in Citizen Sleeper 1, what do we learn what Essen-Arp is most known for? Bionics. Bio-synthetic medicines, and other such augments. That's what they copyright, that's what they produce and develop, that's their main export, THEIR market share. Why would they get into the business of Slavery all the sudden with a fledgling android program in the form of Sleepers?

I think Essen-Arp has a larger end goal here, they're working toward a...Final Solution, if you'll pardon the comparison.

Are you perhaps familiar with Warhammer 40k's Adeptus Mechanicus? The "Machine Cult" as they're often referred to. You don't need to know the specifics, but they're fanatical transhumanists who aspire to the "purity of the blessed Machine" they worship a Machine God, and its prophet called the "Omnissiah". They forsake their flesh with reckless abandon, replacing parts with superior augmetics.

Now consider: Sleeper frames are objectively superior to human bodies. Even with their "planned obsolescence" and constant degradation. That's just a prototype, it'll be patched out in later models. Sleeper frames can go days without eating a damn thing. They don't need to breathe. They're immune to disease. They need no water. They produce no waste. They can work in extreme and hostile environments that humans would need extensive protection to even go into. They can interface with machines in precise and unique ways. Multiple characters remark throughout both games that Sleepers can work longer and harder than humans with a more consistent output, and these are just Sleepers who have been on the run. Who have been running on fumes and spite for their creators; Imagine what a Sleeper in its prime could accomplish...

Sleeper technology is in its infancy. Unable to be fully exploited for its full worth. All the Sleepers that exist in the setting today are prototypes, test subjects, control units. There are legions of Essen-Arp scientists and engineers observing them, testing them constantly logging data, tweaking formulas, adjusting designs for the eventual Perfect Sleeper so that only the most wealthy and powerful could upload their minds into, and become Gods in the Machine

Anyway, theory over

[polo-drone-001]

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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[whatiwillsay]

I think it’s a little weird. Taylor didn’t wear any chiefs gear or 87 gear. I feel like we’re almost at the end of this relationship. She seems really over it. 

i need you to watch this

it's a video about how 4 flat earther influencers go to Antarctica and basically prove earth is a globe because there's a 24 hour sun. that's right the flat earth community was given irrefutable evidence that the earth is not flat from influencers in their OWN community even causing one of them to quit the "globe busters" podcast.

how do you think they reacted? do you think they accepted the scientific evidence before them, accepted that the global scientific consensus for HUNDREDS of years that the earth is a globe is correct? that would be only reasonable right! trusted members of their community shared irrefutable proof that the earth isn't flat.

but (shocking to no one who covers these types of communities and fandoms) they DID not accept this irrefutable proof.

instead, they spun themselves into a tizzy trying to debunk the trip lmfao. they said they were in the las vegas sphere or using green screens and that everything (the 360 videos, live streams, drone footage, footages of flights while watching a compass the whole time) was all faked.

this is how the tayvis breakup/tayvis pr truthers/extreme gaylors/late stage kaylors act. no matter what happens they insist they are right. when taylor spends weeks privately and quietly with travis in kc as proven by jet logs they say she would totally be spotted if she were there and she can't be there. when she goes out with travis and gets popped it's fake because she totally would be private with a real relationship. when he follows her around on tour using ALL his precious free time in the off season to support her internationally it's fake because... well tbh I haven't even heard an excuse for this but they insist it is. when he comes on stage and carries her fireman style and celebrates her craft and art it's fake because of the song he was on stage for. when he throws her a party to celebrate eras it's fake because he didn't invite the right people. when she goes to every single home game he has and cheers him on and brings her friends and family and spends time with his friends and family it's fake because she's being paid by the NFL. when she writes cute love songs about him it's fake because actually taylor didn't like high school. when she goes to a game it's fake (and over) because she didn't wear his number nevermind that she cheered him and on jumped up and down in her seat and grinned wildly when he had big plays.

no matter WHAT happens in the real world, no matter how many times they get shown the earth is a globe, they persist in their delusion.

there is no reasoning with them. there is no data, no proof, no facts that can be shown that make them change their minds. taylor swift does not have a life of her own. she only exists to serve fakeness and performance art. she doesn't have a social life or any real friends or family or connections. everyone you see her with including her mom and dad are in on a farce and are set dressing and npcs in her grand master performance art. when will this performance art end and what purpose does it serve they can't exactly describe or explain in a concise way.

they just insist again and again, no matter what happens, no matter how wrong they obviously are, no matter what proof they are presented with that the earth is flat and everything taylor swift does is fake.

and i'm bored of it. y'all suck. grow up. stop being exactly like the flat earthers.