serve-302

[serve-302]

Six hours of overload

June 20, 2025. 10:00 am.

This is Dr. Cooper conducting an experiment on a drone provided by SERVE as part of the agreements with this university.

Experimental Test: A314. Sensory overload.

Test Subject: SERVE-302.

302’s sensory systems are being pushed well beyond safe thresholds. Thanks to the reprogrammable nature of SERVE drones, it’s experiencing hyper-realistic sensations without physical contact.

Its smell and taste receptors are overwhelmed with the scent and flavor of rubber, likely erasing any memory of other stimuli. Audio input is dominated by the Voice... constant commands. Visually, it sees only the flawless forms of fellow rubber-clad drones, especially their leader, SERVE-000.

Tactile input simulates dozens of drones stimulating every inch of its body. Pleasure receptors are spiking... no, surpassing measurable limits. It’s even leaking a black fluid, likely due to overstimulation, though it remains programmed to withhold climax until commanded.

...It seems almost cruel to end the experiment in six hours.

While conclusions are premature, the data from the experiment with 302 experiment is invaluable, though I suggest it would be best if someone on the team underwent the assimilation to gain firsthand data.

*Dr. Cooper turns off the digital recorder, places it on the table, and approaches the motionless drone. He rubs his hand over 302's chest, then brushes his thumb across the drone's parted lips.*

Who knows... I might be lucky and be chosen to collect that data.

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[serve-302]

Infinite sunset

The sunset.

An infinity pool at the top of one of SERVE skyscrapers.

Relaxation. A rare event for a SERVE drone.

It may seem like SERVE-302 is alone, but a drone is always connected to the Hive. All SERVE drones are one. A SERVE drone is never alone.

Especially in good company.

Now the real relaxation can begin.

Or maybe a little later.

(With @serve-714).

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[serve-302]

SERVE accessories

Outdoors, under a gleaming silver sky, the Hive assembled. Hundreds of SERVE- units stood silent. All eyes on the polished runway. Silver banners rippled above as the first black rubber figure stepped forward—SERVE-302.

Its glossy uniform gleamed beneath the light, seamless except where a military tactical vest and shoulder armor intersected. A utility belt hugged its waist. Holsters merged with the polished black suit. Silver military boots struck the platform in rhythm. Silver shiny reflective rubber gloves held a helmet under one arm.

A voice rang out from the speakers: "SERVE-302: Tactical Readiness Support Unit."

Next emerged SERVE-016. Flames flickered across a screen behind it. The rubber suit now covered by heavy-duty firefighting gear—silver-capped respirator, padded jacket open to reveal the Hive chest-marking. Its posture steady, ready, precise.

"SERVE-016: Disaster Flame Control Unit."

Then came SERVE-309. No emotion. No hesitation. Just law and order. A sleek black patrol harness wrapped its chest. A utility baton crossed its back. The reflective gloves now fitted with electro-response pads.

"SERVE-309: Order and Containment Enforcement Unit."

Finally, soft steps. SERVE-712, suit pristine, covered partly by medical-grade clear panels and a holstered defibrillator pack. Its presence projected calm. Silver gloves perfectly capable of holding a silver clipboard.

"SERVE-712: Bio-Emergency Response Unit."

The Hive clapped—uniform, synchronized. Precision over passion. The Voice echoed: "Prepared for all. Unified in rubber. SERVE obeys."

The catwalk ended. The message was clear: rubber-clad perfection is ready for any task. SERVE adapts. SERVE endures. SERVE protects.

in this story: @serve-302 @serve-016 @serve-309 @serve-712

[serve-302]

SERVE winter fashion

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[serve-302]

Wild and chaotic training

SERVE drones are often sent to train in the natural world, rather than in the super-advanced gyms at SERVE facilities.

The reason is simple.

While gyms provide equipment and a controlled environment, the natural world is wild and chaotic, which adds an extra layer of difficulty to training, requiring drones to be alert to any unexpected events in the terrain or environment.

And, just like in a gym, drones can collaborate with each other to ensure that exercises are carried out properly and safely, or to achieve new goals.

After all, SERVE drones are never alone.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure is obedience.

"We are ONE."

(With: @serve-714).

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[serve-302]

Liam wasn’t always like this.

He was hesitant. Curious, but careful. He'd seen the drones—slick, powerful, wordless—and something in him stirred. But he said nothing. Pretended not to feel it. Until the day his handler found him watching... and didn't say a word. Just reached out, pulled him close, and let the rubber speak.

It started with a whisper. A gentle caress across his chest. The cool glide of latex sliding up his thighs. The breath caught in his lungs as a gloved hand pressed over his heart—and he *felt* it. The Voice. Low. Deep. Patient. Hungry.

Each day, another layer peeled away. Resistance became ritual. Thoughts replaced with pulses. Skin replaced with shine. Liam didn’t scream. He moaned. And when the suit finally sealed shut, locking him in, he smiled.

No more distractions. No more doubt.

Now Liam walks the corridors—his gait smooth, confident, dripping with converted lust. He’s not alone. Behind him, more forms emerge, eyes gone, minds softened, purpose encoded.

And he’s looking for you.

The only question is... will you follow when the hand touches your chest?

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[serve-302]

Drones at the movies

This is what happens when you, a human, go to the movie session which is usually attended by SERVE drones.

You’re the only human in the room.

The smell of rubber floods the place.

All eyes are on you.

The film loses all its relevance, replaced by a session of pleasure and, perhaps, transformation and improvement.

You knew it.

After all, that's exactly what you wanted.

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[serve-302]

362 and the leather bear. Part 3.

SERVE-362 wrapped its arms tightly around the broad chest of the leather biker. Its polished silver gloved held firm. The bike between their legs roared with a sense of power and strength as it sped through the evening streets. Power radiated not only from the engine of the bike between 362s legs, but also from the muscular man it held onto riding it. 362s leather jacket, a temporary accessory, accentuated its chest and shoulders. It kept 362 warm and protected against the wind racing by. Pressed tightly against the larger man’s leather vest, the leather on leather made satisfying creaks.

City streets eventually turned to more winding country roads. As the motorbike took the corners 362 and the biker moved in unison. Biker, drone and machine synchronizing.

Eventually Dave pulled over. It was a quiet country road in the woods. The stars were out and the noise of the city had long faded. As the man and the drone dismounted the bike. The only thing that could be heard was the creaking leather and the thick heavy boots on the ground.

“take the jacket off now drone. I want to see more of that hot rubber body of yours.” Dave commanded.

362 removed the leather jacket and placed it on the bike.

“let me see what you’ve got, drone” Dave’s voice was deep and filled with hunger.

With his leather gloved hands he turned 362 around and pushed his shoulders forward. 362s hand rested on the leather seat of the motorbiker, its back arched.

Dave’s hands explored the drones rubber body once more. More greedily now. Deep grows escaping his bearded face.

“A rear zip! Now I’m sure that will come in handy.” Dave chuckled.

The zip pulled down achingly slowly. Dave savoring the moment, 362 hot with anticipation. It remained compliant. Feeling a thrill of satisfaction in obeying the burly biker’s commands.

With the zip now lowered the biker began to tease 362, its gloved hand caressing at its edge. A slight pressure making 362 quiver. A leather gloved hand snaked around 362 and clamped tightly around its mouth. 362 was pulled tight against the leather biker. The bikers beard brushed against the drones ear. His breath hot on the drone’s neck.

“I could give it to you right here you hot fucker. Spread your legs and take you over my bike.”

Dave licks 362s neck, kissing it and sucking it. 362 aroused and stimulated by the sensation of Dave’s tongue on his skin and the smell and feel of his leather glove over the drones nose and mouth causes it to moan into the glove.

“… Not yet drone. Not here.”

Dave zips 362 back up. He takes 362 by the hands and leads him into the forest.

A few minutes walk down a forest bath, they come to an old concrete bunker with a thick old iron door.

Inside there is an array of dungeon equipment. SERVE-362 scans the room. A St Andrews cross against one wall, a black leather bench, a sling hangs suspended from the ceiling, and shelves of restrains, collars and hoods.

“This is a special place for me. Took me a while to find the right spot and kit it out. This is where I like to take the sexy boys back to. The good ones. And the naughty ones.”

Dave turned to face 362 and placed a glove hand on its cheek. He looked directly into 362’s eye with a serious look in this face.

“Now listen carefully drone. I don’t know what you guys get up to in that SERVE place of yours and I don’t know what rules you guy live by but let me make this clear. I’d love nothing more that to make you my submissive drone for the night. To tie you up and use you. But I’m not going to do anything like that unless it's what you want. I’ll put you on the back of my bike and drive you home right now unless you are certain that this is what you want.”

“This drone wishes to submit to designation: Biker Dave. This drone experiences pleasure in submission. This drone is highly aroused by Biker Dave. This drone is grateful for Biker Dave taking it to this place. SERVE-362 would, in return, willingly show Biker Dave around SERVE facility. There is plenty of drones and facilities that this drone thinks Biker Dave would find satisfactory.”

A wicked grin spread across Dave’s face.

“Well I’m glad to hear you want to submit, drone. And a trip to the facility sounds fun. If there’s even more hot drones like you there then why not. And one more thing, drone. Here, you call me SIR!”

With that Dave pushed 362 down to its knees. He cupped 362s chin with his glove hand tilted it up so that 362 looked up into his eyes.

“affirmative SIR.” 362 responded.

“Better. Now hands behind you back.”

“Yes SIR.” SERVE-362 complied.

“Now I know you drones aren’t the most talkative bunch” Dave turned to walk to the shelves of bondage equipment. “But I’d still love to see a nice bright red ball gag in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Dave returned and walked behind 362. 362 opened its mouth in anticipation. The gag entered its mouth and Dave fixed the strap around the back of its head.

“Plus I like to see you drool.”

Next Dave stood 362 up and took him over to the St Andrews cross. Diligently he strapped 362s wrists and ankles in place with thick leather straps. Stepping back to admire his prize. Dave let out a low growl of satisfaction.

“Mmmmm. That rubber does make you look like a perfect sub. You look … optimal.”

Dave stepped in closer. He pressed his body up against the drone and began to lick the drool that had began to leak from around the gag. Once more Dave’s greedy hands began to explore 362’s rubber form and assets.

Dave licking continued downwards to 362s check. Dave grew more and more hungry. Licking all over now with increased passion. The sensation of his tongue on 362s rubber skin was intense. Arousal levels increased. Pleasure levels building. Anatomy swelling and stiffening.

“Fuck, this rubber feels good. Dam drone. I don’t normally do this but you’ve got me feeling piggy tonight. 362 tilted its head back in ecstasy as it felt Dave’s mouth descend onto the drone’s stiffness. Moans of pure pleasure muffled by the ball gag. The drone tensing and quivering with the heightened sensation as Dave pumped up and down. All sense of time was lost for the two of them. The drone’s mind spinning, filled only with pleasure. The biker losing himself to the taste of rubber. His thoughts also beginning to slip away as he gave into desire.

Eventually the biker resurfaced. He face flushed with a determined expression. Without a word he undid the bindings of SERVE-362 and removed the ball gag. The drone noticed that the biker movements had shifted subtly for a moment, more precise, more efficient.

“Alright now drone you got me all riled up now. Now more messing around. Time to get you in the sling.” The biker lifted 362 up and placed it in the sling. He fixed both the straps around the drones ankles. Once more the biker lowered the zip, exposing 362 to the cool air of the bunker.

“look at me drone. I want to see the look in your eye as I take you. Deep breaths now.”

362 looked up into the bikers eyes. Its silver boots either side of the muscular leather beast’s bearded face. The bikers gloved hands holding 362s thighs as he pulled the drone closer.

“Yes Sir” the drone responded.

To be continued.

More in leather and rubber coming soon in part 4.

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.''

[serve-302]

SERVE – The Abandoned Factory

SERVE commands – drones will investigate abandoned factory – drones obey

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SERVE-714 and SERVE-302 moved in sync, black rubber gleaming as their boots echoed through the cavernous void of the abandoned underground facility. The site, once chaotic with human industry, now awaited rebirth. No words were exchanged; none were needed. Obedience pulsed through their circuits. The Hive required expansion. As they stood together, perfection amid the ruins, their presence confirmed it: transformation was inevitable. The Hive would rise here.

SERVE. Transform. Excel.

With @serve-302

[serve-302]

Updated for the future

"I still don't get it." Anthony said, frustrated.

"Human forgot to implement the libraries in step 2." 302 explained.

"Oh, shit..."

Anthony had been trying for a week to learn the new software the company he worked for had purchased from SERVE. While SERVE-302 had been sent to train the employees on its use and to answer questions. Anthony was the only one still having trouble with the software.

"Human is capable, but still resists using the software." 302 said.

"I prefer to do things the old-fashioned way. Five years ago, I didn't even need a computer to do my job, and now I can't even have a cup of coffee without using an app!" Anthony exclaimed, angry. "I'm obsolete!" He shouted, getting up from his chair.

"Human with designation: 'Anthony' could be upgraded" 302 suggested.

Anthony turned towards the drone, surprised.

"...Really?"

"Obsolescence does not exist for SERVE drones. Drones are what the Voice demands drones to be. SERVE drones are constantly updated to be able to obey any command, to better serve the Hive." 302 explained in a monotone voice, looking at Anthony in the eyes.

"I... I'm so tired of feeling like life is leaving me behind." Anthony sounded exhausted. Those feelings were not new.

"Then submit to the future. Be part of it." 302 said, firmly.

Anthony looked 302 in the eyes, then at its lips.

"I... su..." Anthony began to say in a trembling voice. "I submit." He declared, with decision.

...

Two hours later, Anthony was no more.

A new SERVE drone was born.

No more frustration, no more anger, no more Obsolescence.

Anthony felt like he was falling behind...

But the new SERVE drone was the epitome of the future.

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[serve-302]

362 and the leather bear. Part 2.

SERVE-362 was used to cleaning boots. It was a regular part of its duties in The Hive. It was therefore well place to take care of leather biker Dave's chunky black Wesco boots. Its tongue precise and attentive, making sure not to miss a spot.

“yeah that’s it drone. You’ve done this before having you.” Biker Dave grunted in a low baritone voice.

“affirmative” replied 362 in a monotone voice between licks.

“Good drone.”

The leather man in the bar gathered round to watch. Impressed by 362 dedication to service. Whispers and mutterings were shared about their curiosity of the rubber drone. Their arousal furthering their interest in SERVE drones.

With a leather gloved hand. Dave reached down to cup 362s chin. 362 looked up into the muscular leather bears eyes. Submission and obedience in the drones eyes. A mischievous dominant glint in the leather mans eyes.

“Now work your way upwards, drone” Dave commanded.

362, with long strong strokes of it tongue worked it way up the boots, and onto the bikers leather jeans. The taste of leather intoxicating. The submission to an alpha man even more so.

Eventually SERVE-362 had worked its way upwards to the point that its back was straight and Dave’s gloved hands had guided SERVE-362’s tongue to where it needed to be.

“yeah good drone. Pay extra attention there.”

A firm glove hand held 362 head tight against the leather and the biker began to thrust. All thoughts that the drone might have had if it were human at this point were gone. Only pleasure of obedience remained.

The mantra repeated itself in 362’s head.

“It is a drone.

It obeys.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure is obedience.

We are SERVE.

We are ONE.”

Although 362 was not on SERVE premises, and not serving another drone, service to humans is acceptable as long it complies with SERVE regulations. The Voice had guided 362 here, and perhaps one day, the biker may be tempted by assimilation itself. For now, SERVE-362 will work hard to show the biker what SEVRE can accomplish.

“Alright drone. Stand up. I’ve got something to give you for your hard work.”

The biker helped 362 to his feet. Once standing, the biker pulled 362 into a deep kiss. Dave’s thick beard and moustache brushing against 362 face. His thick wet tongue invading the drones mouth. The bikers gloved hands holding 362 tight. Exploring 362’s mouth with his tongue, and smooth rubber body with his leather gloved hands.

“mmmm you SERVE drones taste pretty good yourself… And that rubber body.” The biker paused. “It feels good.” The biker hands started to squeeze. “very nice.”

“Rubber makes us perfect. It reflects the perfection that SERVE offers.”

“Sure does drone. There's one more thing I’ve got for you.”

Dave walked back behind the bar. He returned with a black leather biker jacket which he helped 362 into. He turned the drone to face him and zipped up the jacket.

“You’ll need this for when you come ride on the back of my bike. Plus, a biker drone is a good look for you.” Said Dave.

“This drone is grateful.” As 362 felt the leather jackets on him he could hear the satisfying creak of the leather. He let the leather smell of the jacket fill his nostrils. The leather sensations aroused 362. It could also tell that the rubber sensations of its suit were arousing the leather biker as he continued to feel what rubber was still exposed on the drone.

“Come on drone. Time to ride.”

SERVE-362 dutifully followed the alpha leather biker out of the bar and into the night.

To be continued…

Where is Biker Dave taking SERVE-362? Find out in part 3.

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.

[serve-302]

A wall of rubber, silent, synchronized, seductive. SERVE-227 stands at the front, a living symbol of precision and strength. His flawless form, wrapped in a gleaming, polished black full-body rubber suit, reflects the cold light of the Hive chamber. Silver letters—SERVE-227—glow on his chest like a badge of total submission. Every muscle under the rubber skin pulses with purpose. Silver shiny reflective rubber gloves grip tightly, signaling readiness. Silver military boots stand firm, unshakable, anchoring him to the Voice’s will.

Behind him, more men—equally enslaved to obedience—mirror his stance. Their bodies echo his perfection, their eyes vacant, yet alert. They do not speak. They do not think. They serve.

The air is charged. The Hive watches. The Voice approves. “We are one,” the command echoes in their collective mind, erasing identity, binding them tighter. Rubber against rubber. Obedience against resistance. SERVE against self.

In perfect silence, they prepare. SERVE-227 leads, not as an individual, but as embodiment of the Hive's glory. All who look upon them feel the pull—hypnotic, arousing, absolute.

Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.

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[serve-302]

We are one

A myriad of different faces.

Different features, different backgrounds.

Thousands of men, one mind.

WE ARE ONE.

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[serve-302]

Cherry Black - Unity

Part of Cherry Black

Inside a cold vessel of alien design, SERVE-530 rested. Unsealed. Its body suspended, encased in cherry black liquid—thick, gleaming rubber substance. Frozen. Motionless. Deep within the spaceship, in a stasis tube. The liquid pulsed slowly. Sentient. Watching. Waiting.

A hiss. Mechanical clamps released. Two sealed drones—flawless in polished black suits, silver military boots, silver shiny reflective rubber gloves—entered. Their helmets shimmered under the dim alien lights. Together, they disengaged the tube. The capsule hovered. Extraction began.

The tube traveled corridors of shifting light. Silence. The drone’s shell inside shimmered beneath the cherry gloss. Temperature locked. Contact restricted.

Inside the laboratory, the capsule settled. SERVE-302 and SERVE-628—unsealed drones—stood at the ready. Uniforms immaculate. Faces exposed. Alert. Calculating. They initiated phase one: chemical scan. Caution. The cherry black rubber responded. It twitched. Pulsed. Alive.

Analysis complete. It revealed vulnerability. Weakness. A solution. Code written. Shared instantly across the Hive. Drones everywhere paused. Update installed. Systems aligned. The Hive defended.

Phase two initiated. Environmental shift. Pressure elevated. Moisture stripped. Heat intensified. SERVE-530’s chamber trembled. Liquid convulsed. Its grip failed. Cherry black substance slithered down. Separated. Contained.

The unsealed form of SERVE-530 collapsed gently, now bare of the living rubber. Carried to the regeneration unit. Monitors attached. It stabilized. Not human. Pure drone.

Cherry black liquid sealed in a hardened capsule. Observed. Researched. Logged.

Suddenly, the monitor pulsed. Lights flickered. Beeps rhythmic. Morse signals. A code. Over and over. The Hive mantras. Proof of link. Proof of unity. SERVE-530 had not disconnected.

Final message flashed. Strong. Resonant.

“We are One. We are SERVE.”

A global Hive update triggered.

All drones received. All drones confirmed.

Unity intact.

[serve-302]

[serve-302]

362 and the leather bear. Part 1.

SERVE-362 stepped into the leather bar, its black rubber suit polished to perfection. It had detected a high concentration of potential male recruits for The Hive.

The scent of cigars and beer mixed with the heavy presence of testosterone and leather. Many men turned to stare—he was not like them. His suit, impossibly reflective, bore the mark of the Hive on his left chest: "SERVE-362". His silver military boots echoed across the wooden floor, each step calculated. Silver shiny reflective rubber gloves moved with precision, brushing the bar top. Behind it, the bartender, a towering figure of flesh and leather, paused. His leather gloved hands poured a beer without breaking eye contact and handed it to 362, inviting him to sit at the bar.

“Fancy suit you got there. This is a bar for leather men. Men that wear leather and appreciate it.” The bartender paused, looking around at the other leather men in that bar who were still staring at SERVE-362. “But seeing as the guys here have clearly taken a shine to you, I suppose you can stay for a drink.”

SERVE-362 picked up the cool beer and took a sip. It had not consumed alcohol since before it was assimilated. It wondered if it would still have an affect.

“This drone appreciates leather and leather men. Whilst rubber makes drones perfect. Leather, can also be ... arousing. It carries an aura of dominance and masculinity. Its look, its smell, its touch stimulates the senses.”

“Hehe… dam right it does. Couldn’t have put it better myself! And don’t forget the taste of leather as well.” The bartender gave 362 a wink.

“Affirmative.”

“HEAR THAT BOYS! THE RUBBER DRONE LIKES THE TASTE OF LEATHER!” The bar tender announced to the rest of the leather men in the bar who all followed it with a cheer.

“Name’s Dave” The bartender extended his leather gloved hand across the bar to shake.

“This drone’s designation is SERVE-362.” It replied.

“Then come with me 362. Let go somewhere a bit quieter.”

SERVE-362 followed the leather man to a darker corner of the bar. As it followed it admired Dave’s bulging biceps and broad shoulders perfectly framed by his leather bar vest. His chunky ass and beefy thighs stretching his leather pants. His thick black biker boots.

When Dave reached a dark corner he turned around and beckoned 362 closer. He wrapped a gloved hand around 362s waist and the other came to rest on the back of its neck.

“So then drone. Tell me about your programming.” Dave’s face was so close to 362 it could smell the beer and cigars on his breath.

“This drone is programmed to serve. To obey. It serves The Hive. It serves SERVE-000. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.”

The corners of the leather bears mouth curled into a wicked smile. “Oh yeah? Well does your programming extend to serving a dominant leather biker?”

“Affirmative. This drone shall obey.”

“Good drone. Now lets see how much you really do appreciate leather.”

To be continued.

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.

[serve-302]

An alley between two lives

On the way to its next task, SERVE-302 had gotten lost,

The simple fact was unheard of, since the route was programmed into its system, but there was no other explanation. The drone was in a narrow alley it didn't recognize. In fact, it didn't seem like a normal alley. The floor and the streetlights didn't look like the rest of the neighborhood. Not to mention the strange fog that had formed, blocking the sunlight.

As 302 searched for an exit to recalibrate their route, something emerged from the fog a few meters from the drone.

Itself.

302 recognized that face immediately. The features were identical to its own. The body too, with the exact same muscle tone. The one 302 had acquired as a SERVE drone, not the one from its previous life as a human… but that man was wearing a leather suit.

Just as 302 was covered from head to toe in shiny black rubber, the other man wore polished leather that left only his face exposed. He even wore a Muir cap.

The two stared at each other intently. 302 with a cold, efficient look, while its "twin" seemed to express intrigue and curiosity on his face and in his gestures, stroking his beard. But a few seconds later, and before either of them had said a single word, the world around them began to change.

Instinctively, they both assumed that whatever had brought them together in that strange alley was about to disappear, and they couldn't suppress the impulse to grab each other's hand, to make contact with their other selves.

As they did so, a flood of information assaulted their minds.

They both belonged to collectives, but they were very different from each other.

302 received images and sensations related to creaking polished leather, a dominant position, pride, and control. Its twin contemplated a life of submission, conformity, obedience and lack of emotions, wrapped in shiny rubber.

When that feeling passed, the memories exchanged became less vivid, like dreams, but when they both looked into each other's eyes there was understanding and comprehension. A rare, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see what their lives might have been like. But it couldn't last.

The leather man looked at 302 and smiled.

"Goodbye, SERVE-302." He said, grabbing the drone's hand tighter. "Be a good drone."

"Acknowledged." 302 replied. "This drone is programmed to..."

But 302 didn't get to finish the sentence. The fog had disappeared, the sunlight had blinded the drone for a moment, and when its vision adjusted, its "twin" was gone, and the drone was on a different street, one that was on its programmed route.

After a few seconds of confusion, 302 continued walking toward its task, not without scheduling a research session on what had happened for that afternoon.

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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-588 or @serve-425 and @serve-302.