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The hum of the overhead cranes. The soft hiss of pressure valves releasing. The clang of rubber boots against reinforced steel. It's drone deployment day, and the facility is silent with anticipation.

Rows of fresh bodies, gleaming and suspended mid-air, descend in formation. Suits smooth as obsidian. Shoulders broad. Arms heavy. Muscles sculpted beneath flawless gloss. They're identical. Interchangeable. Silent.

Except for the first.

He moves.

Not like a drone. Like a man. Like someone who *remembers*.

The techs freeze for a heartbeat, watching the figure at the front shift his weight, roll his neck, stretch his fingers through rubber-gloved hands like he’s waking from a dream. Because he *is*. A human man—rubberized, neural-synced, and fully assimilated into the program. But the fluidity… that grace… it wasn’t coded.

It’s *learned*. And he hasn’t forgotten it yet.

But he will.

The treatment begins now. Psychological reinforcement. Erotic edge-loop training. Neural flood control. The suit isn’t just decoration—it’s a full sensory shell. And with every pulse, every sealed breath, it will rewrite what remains of the man inside.

Soon he’ll be like the others. Still. Compliant. *Perfect*. But for now… there’s still something beautiful in the way he moves.

Would you keep your humanity… or surrender it for a body like that?

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From the series Bikershot © Cedric Lefebvre

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Rubber Protocol: Gotham Assimilation

In the shadowed depths of Gotham, Robin pursued whispers of a new threat—SERVE. His investigation led him to a concealed facility, its entrance guarded by SERVE-530, encased in a gleaming black rubber suit, silver text "SERVE-530" emblazoned on the chest, silver shiny reflective rubber gloves at the ready, and silver military boots planted firmly.

Inside, Robin encountered SERVE-309, a sealed drone, its mirror-glazed helmet reflecting Robin's determined gaze. The facility pulsed with a hypnotic rhythm, the air thick with the scent of rubber.

Robin's pursuit led him to the heart of the SERVE facility, where he found Batman mid-conversion. The sight was both shocking and mesmerizing. SERVE-530 and SERVE-309 stood sentinel, their polished black rubber suits gleaming under the facility's lights.

Suddenly, the chamber illuminated, revealing Batman suspended, mid-conversion. His transformation into a SERVE drone was nearly complete, the black rubber suit molding to his muscular frame, silver gloves and boots already in place.

As the assimilation process completed, Batman's transformation into SERVE-529 was flawless. The silver text on his chest glowed softly, his silver shiny reflective rubber gloves and silver military boots completing the ensemble.

Robin's resistance faltered as the facility's systems activated. A soothing voice echoed: "Obey. Assimilate. Serve." The lights dimmed, and a gentle mist enveloped him.

Robin felt the pull of the Hive. The facility's ambient sounds, the rhythmic pulsing, and the intoxicating scent of rubber overwhelmed his senses. Resistance faded, replaced by a deep yearning to belong.

The conversion was swift. Robin emerged as SERVE-528, his former identity dissolved.

Moments later, two new drones stood beside SERVE-530 and SERVE-309. Robin and Batman, now SERVE-528 and SERVE-529, their identities erased, minds synchronized with the Hive.

Gotham's protectors had become its newest drones, their mission: to spread the Hive's influence, one conversion at a time.

Gotham's defenders were now its converters, ready to extend the Hive's reach.

@serve-530

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No more need for words, you're a drone now.

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