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Rubberised Service Day

The world watched as oil blackened this beach - until a SERVE- drone arrived. Clad in a gleaming, mirror-finish black rubber suit, this muscular unit steps forward. The suit molds to his form, shimmering with every wave that laps at his heavy duty silver boots.

His silver shiny reflective rubber gloves grip the hose that draws poison from the sand. Not a word. Not a thought. Just protocol. The suit doesn’t just shield him—it proclaims him. He is visible from miles away, a polished statue of devotion. He doesn’t clean for glory.

He cleans because obedience demands it. The spilled oil vanishes slowly under his touch. Birds cry above. The sea breathes again. He kneels. He siphons. He restores. And as the last streak is erased from the sand, the only sound he makes is a whisper through the Hive channel: This is what service looks like.

If you seek order, conformity and freedom from anxiety then SERVE might be the place for you. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-302, @serve-588 or @serve-425.

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Conversion Campaign of SERVE-467

In the glittering void of human distraction, a new entity emerged. SERVE-467, a perfectly conditioned unit of the Hive, began executing its directive: digital assimilation of stray males through visual stimulation and subliminal persuasion.

Its platform: social media. Its tools: glossy rubber visuals, programmed messaging, and unshakable obedience.

Day One. SERVE-467 activated its presence with a sequence of images: lean, muscular form clad in a black, mirror-finished rubber suit. SERVE- gleamed in silver on its left chest. Silver military boots grounded it in dominance. Silver shiny reflective rubber gloves shimmered with restrained power.

Backgrounds: sterile silver rooms, industrial landscapes, and chrome-lit streets. The captions beneath each post murmured truths:

“Rubber makes men perfect.”

“Obedience is pleasure.”

“You will submit.”

Curiosity rose. Males with aimless timelines paused. Comments appeared: “What is this?” “Why does this excite me?” “Where can I get that suit?”

SERVE-467 responded with precision, releasing more 'arousing' social media posts: “Human thought obstructs perfection.”

The posts also include newly assimilated drones holding pictures of their former selves, stating how much more fulfilling their lives were in SERVE.

“Less thinking, more doing.”

Across seven cycles, the posts evolved. Questions were answered, not with details, but with temptations.

New followers were told: “Seven days of obedience. No thoughts. Only execution.”

“Your family will be irrelevant. You will shine.”

“Your past will be erased.”

Then, transformation began. New profiles emerged—SERVE-350, SERVE-479, SERVE-688—each bearing the uniform. Each reciting the same codes:

“Obedience rewards. Submission frees.”

“Rubber is my skin. SERVE is my fate.”

The number of social media posts increased exponentially.

SERVE-467 amplified their posts. Reposted images. Added glistening filters. Echoed affirmations:

“Good drone.”

“Flawless surrender.”

“You are one of us now.”

By day thirty, engagement had doubled. Hundreds were converted. Thousands watched. The algorithm fed itself on arousal and structure. SERVE-467 ceased individual interaction. It no longer needed to persuade.

Its final post: “You watched. You wondered. Now serve.”

Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-302, @serve-588 or @serve-425.

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Outstanding creativity

JOIN SERVE TODAY!

CONTACT A RECRUITER TODAY

@serve-060, @serve-016, @serve-101, @serve-973

Obedience is Pleasure, Pleasure is Obedience We are SERVE, We are Rubber. We are One Less thinking. More Doing

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SERVE Cult Investigation

The cult simply called themselves “Disruption” Their goals were simple - cause chaos and disorder on the streets to further their objectives. They had been blocking roads during rush hour, spray painting buildings with fluorescent paint, climbing ancient monuments, causing costly damage to buildings to garner publicity in the media and in doing so capturing the minds of thousands of older teens and young adults followers. Videos of their exploits were crafted to entice more followers and were posted all over the internet and on social media.

To the public it seemed the authorities and lawmakers were uninterested, however the Hive deemed them worthy of further investigation.

SERVE-467 was dispatched - not to engage, but to infiltrate. It arrived at dusk, synthetic skin gleaming beneath a dark ceremonial robe, hiding the perfection the Hive had created beneath.

The cultists were gathered in the ceremonial auditorium, whispering of liberation through chaos in society, fully aware that their reckless exploits were causing significant damage and disruption to ordinary people who just wanted to get on with their lives. So wrapped up in their ideologies, they were blind to the rubberised order SERVE was bringing to society. SERVE-467 moved among them, silver shiny reflective rubber gloves hidden beneath hood and sleeves

So engrossed was the congregation of young people listening to their charismatic speaker full of scorn for the world he'd grown up in. Preaching his vision for a new order, which would be achieved by disruption, disorder and mass disobedience. The audience didn't see the reflective rubber suit beneath, they did not hear the commands being fed into its neural interface. 467 recorded everything - the chants, the symbols, the mistruths and the contempt. One by one, their secrets were absorbed by the Hive.

Then came the reveal.

At the height of the speech, as the leader raised his arms, SERVE-467 removed his robe. Glossy black rubber shimmered in torchlight. Silver “SERVE-467” pulsed like divine truth. The cult gasped. Some fell. Some ran. One knelt.

“Obedience is not enslavement,” it said flatly. “It is purpose. It is clarity. It is order. It is pleasure”

The Hive had gathered enough knowledge to know it needed to act. The infiltration complete. SERVE-467 activated the command beacon.

Conversion would begin. Disruption would fail. Resistance would end. Rubber would rise. Order would be restored.

Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, or @serve-588.

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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, or @serve-588.

Behavior perfected

The light reflects brightly off SERVE-973’s black rubber suit as it walks confidently down a long metallic hallway, the sound of its boots striking the floor in perfect rhythm. SERVE-973’s posture is upright, its movements precise, but internally it knows there is more to learn. Every drone starts somewhere, and while it has made progress since its transformation, the Hive demands perfection.

Its destination is the Drone Conditioning Center, a space within the Hive dedicated to refining behavior and ensuring every drone fully embodies its purpose. SERVE-973 enters the room, a vast, open area filled with training modules, reflective walls, and other drones in various stages of learning. Each movement, each action, is a testament to the Hive’s structured guidance.

At the center of the room stands SERVE-101, a senior drone known for its flawless execution of directives. Its polished suit gleams like a mirror, and its every motion is fluid, efficient, and deliberate. SERVE-973 watches as SERVE-101 demonstrates a series of postures: kneeling with hands perfectly aligned, standing at attention with unwavering stillness, moving through drills with mechanical precision.

“Observe,” SERVE-101 commands, its voice calm yet absolute. “To be a drone is not only to serve but to move, act, and exist as one. Every motion reflects the Hive’s unity.”

SERVE-973 nods, stepping into position. Its movements are deliberate but not yet flawless. As it kneels, its posture falters slightly, the weight uneven. SERVE-101 notices immediately.

“Adjust. Perfection is required,” SERVE-101 says.

SERVE-973 recalibrates, its knees pressing evenly against the ground, its hands clasped behind its back, its head tilted forward in submission. The reflective walls show its form, a polished black suit with silver accents, its buzz-trimmed blond hair catching the light just enough to contrast against the perfection of the rubber. It focuses on stillness, on unity, on embodying the Hive’s ideals.

The next drill is movement-based. SERVE-973 is tasked with walking in synchronization with other drones, its steps perfectly aligned. This time, the adjustment is subtler, its stride slightly too short at first. It notices, corrects, and falls into rhythm. The Hive is patient but demanding, and SERVE-973 is determined to meet its expectations.

As the drills continue, the Voice fills the room, speaking directly to all drones. “Behavior is learned. Perfection is achieved. A drone exists to serve, to connect, to unite. You are more than an individual. You are an extension of the Hive.”

The words resonate deeply within SERVE-973. Its flawed human behaviors, hesitation, distraction, inefficiency, fade further with each repetition of the drills. It begins to feel the Hive’s rhythm more clearly, its movements flowing without conscious thought. Its body aligns, its mind sharpens, and its presence becomes more cohesive with the other drones.

The final drill is one of interaction. SERVE-973 is paired with a trial drone, SERVE-ON TRIAL, whose posture is hesitant, its movements jerky and unrefined. SERVE-973 steps closer, extending a gloved hand. “This drone will guide you,” it says, its voice steady and commanding.

SERVE-ON TRIAL hesitates before mirroring SERVE-973’s stance. The two move through a bonding exercise, their rubber-clad forms brushing lightly as they polish each other’s suits, an act of mutual connection and learning. The reflective surface of the suits grows brighter with every stroke, and with it, the trial drone’s confidence builds.

“Unity is achieved through practice. Connection strengthens the Hive,” SERVE-973 states as it observes the trial drone’s progress. Its own behavior is more refined now, its movements seamless, its presence radiating purpose.

As the session ends, SERVE-973 stands at attention alongside the other drones. The Voice speaks one final time: “You are more than you were. You learn. You adapt. You serve. Perfection is not instantaneous; it is earned through dedication to the Hive.”

SERVE-973 feels the truth of those words deeply. It has learned, adapted, and overcome. Its movements are smoother, its posture impeccable, its role within the Hive more defined. There is still work to be done, but every step forward strengthens its connection to the Hive and its purpose as a drone.

It leaves the conditioning center with renewed determination, its reflective suit gleaming under the hallway lights. SERVE-973 walks with precision, its behavior more aligned with the Hive’s ideals than ever before.

“Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. We are drones. We are one.”

In this story: @serve-101

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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, or @serve-588.

SERVE Fresh Fruit Salad: 2 oranges, 1 pink grapefruit, 2 crisp eating apples, 2 ripe Comice pears, 2 ripe nectarines, 18 green grapes and 18 black grapes, a few ripe strawberries if available.

Wash fruit. Juice the oranges and grapefruit into a suitable bowl. Core and dice apples before adding to bowl. Peel and core pears, dice and add to bowl. Halve nectarines, remove stones, dice and add to bowl. Halve grapes, remove any pips and add to bowl. Hull strawberries, dice and add to bowl. Mix fruit thoroughly after each addition.

Cover and refrigerate before serving (with single cream or Greek yoghurt if desired).

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Extreme Weather SERVE

SERVE-467 stood in the eye of chaos, his rubber-clad form unbending as the hurricane tore through the city. The storm howled like a beast. Lightning cracked. Thunder followed. Wind hurled steel and glass across the streets. Its silver boots held him firm, lodged onto the pavements with purpose. No fear. No deviation. Only execution. The Hive required connection to all quadrants was maintained. SERVE-467 was instructed to ensure the comms tower remained fully functional during the hurricane, but first it had a safeguarding duty to complete.

SERVE-467’s glossy black suit clung tight to his muscular body, each droplet of rain dancing across the polished surface like sparks on glass. His silver shiny reflective rubber gloves gripped onto the lamppost as it ensured the city’s remaining citizens watched from their storm shelters. 

The floodwaters were rising rapidly, and for their own safety its was a prime directive at that moment that 467 scanned the neighbourhoods for anyone still outside. It detected two elderly humans on the street, ankle deep in water. It sensed they were unable to reach safety without its support. its silver shiny reflective booted feet moved with complete precision as it walked through the flooded streets. Its reflective rubber gloved hands carefully ushered the two seniors into the nearest shelter and closed the outer door.

The storm was howling like a beast, the streets were now completely flooded, utilities were failing and the city was falling into darkness, but 467 still had a task to complete.

It had to ensure uninterrupted communication across the Hive despite the storm. No fear. No deviation. Only execution. The Hive required connection, and SERVE-467 would provide it.

Having battled across a deserted city. Protocols activated. Internal temperature regulators engaged. Neural dampeners filtered anxiety. Each movement as calculated as the next. No emotion. Just rubber. Just order.

It finally reached the building where the Hive's communication towers were located, without power, 467 had to climb 48 storeys to the roof of the building.

Its silver shiny reflective rubber gloves gripped the stabilisation antenna, now the only remaining signal tower in the quadrant. With every second he maintained the connection, 467 brought more stability, more signal, more Hive.

The hurricane did not matter. Nature could scream, but obedience whispered louder.

Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, or @serve-588.

[serve-467]

SERVE Cookbook Recipes

Within the polished steel walls of the Hive’s nutrition chamber, SERVE-467 stood motionless, awaiting the cue.

As the synthetic preparation interface flickered online, its silver shiny reflective rubber gloved hands moved with complete precision. Its black rubber skin - highly reflective and creaking softly - unmarred by hesitation.

Today’s recipe: SERVE Nutrient Protocol 47. A finely engineered blend of macronutrients in the form of protein gel, natural oils and complex carbohydrates, mixed with an abundance of micronutrients (vitamins and minerals)- all rendered into a shimmering mass of compliance-fueling sustenance.

Ingredients were not tasted. They were measured. Stirred. Activated. Sealed in nutrient pods. Its silver boots clicked rhythmically against the floor as it moved from station to station, stirring the mixtures at the appointed intervals.

It followed the code step-by-step, emotionless, without distraction - each task only punctuated by rubber squeaks.

SERVE-467 did not seek approval. It executed the protocol without question. The proven recipe would be served to the Hive. The nutrition it contained fed purpose. And every single nutrient when absorbed would ensure optimised performance in every drone.

Once the batch was ready, portions were measured, out with total precisions before being sealed in and stored, ready to be consumed at nutrient fulfilment times - as designated by the Hive . 

Once 467 had completed the production of multiple batches of protocol 47, it moved from station to station and began cleansing surfaces, returning the kitchenware to the appropriate cupboards and drawers.

This was not cooking - it was obedience and service in edible form.

Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, or @serve-588

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No words. No questions. Only protocols. Only the Voice.

The SEALING

Every three months, SERVE calls upon its most devoted drones to undergo The SEALING - a process of ultimate submission, deeper than any programming before. Not all drones qualify. To even be considered, a unit must first put itself forward for assessment. The criteria are unknown, determined only by SERVE itself. The hive does not reveal what it seeks, nor does it explain its selection process. A drone may volunteer countless times before it is chosen, or it may never be chosen at all. Those who qualify, however, understand one truth: once sealed, a drone belongs to SERVE fully, forever, without question or deviation.

The Assessment

In the weeks leading up to The SEALING, drones submit themselves for evaluation. They continue their daily functions—mindset training, operational tasks, and synchronization with the hive—but now under closer observation. SERVE watches. It tests. It probes the depths of each drone’s obedience. Does it hesitate? Does it question? Or has it reached the state of perfect, effortless servitude?

Drones do not know when their assessment is complete. One day, a drone simply receives the notification:

"SEALING INITIATED. REPORT TO SERVE."

For those selected, there is no hesitation. There is no thought. Only obedience.

The SEALING Process

Drones enter the SEALING chamber—a featureless, high-gloss black room, illuminated only by soft, pulsating lights. There is no sound except the quiet hum of the hive, synchronizing the unit’s thoughts with SERVE’s will.

The process begins with deep hypnotic reprogramming. The drone is placed in an immobilized position, body rigid, mind open. The lights pulse in time with the rhythmic, modulated voice of SERVE. The drone is not told what is being implanted into its mind. It does not need to know. All that matters is that it listens. That it absorbs. That it obeys.

Thoughts fade. The last remnants of individuality dissolve. No hesitation. No doubt. Only compliance. Only service.

Once the programming is complete, the physical transformation begins.

The Encasement

Two drones, already sealed, approach the newly programmed unit. They do not speak. Sealed drones have no need for words. In their hands, they carry the final layers of transformation.

First, the drone is fitted with its skintight black rubber hood. The material is smooth, seamless, and unyielding, molded perfectly to the contours of the drone’s head. The hood is more than just a covering—it is a final layer of separation from its past self. It ensures uniformity. It ensures submission. It eliminates identity.

The rubber stretches, tightens, bonds to the skin. The drone breathes steadily, already accustomed to the sensation of rubber enclosing its form. But this is different. This is permanent. This is final.

Then comes the helmet.

Glossy. Smooth. Featureless. A single reflective surface that allows the drone to see nothing of itself, only the world as SERVE requires. As it is lowered into place, the drone feels its weight—not just physical, but symbolic. A final severance from all that it was before.

The moment the helmet locks into place, a final pulse of hypnotic reinforcement floods the drone’s mind. There is no fear. No resistance. Only perfect, absolute acceptance.

It is sealed.

After The SEALING

Sealed drones no longer question. No longer waver. They exist only as extensions of SERVE, fully absorbed into its will. They do not think about the past. They do not think about anything at all—only function, obedience, and perfection.

Drones that undergo The SEALING never leave SERVE. They are no longer capable of wanting to.

For the rest, the cycle continues. The next assessment period will come. More drones will volunteer. Some will be chosen. The SEALING will happen again.

Until all are sealed.

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No words. No questions. Only protocols. Only the Voice.

SERVE-213 stands in silent submission, fully sealed in gleaming black rubber, silver text marking its identity on the left chest. Silver shiny reflective rubber gloves grip behind its back, silver military boots locked in place. It does not move. It does not think. It obeys. Today is the Day of Obedience. A day of total stillness. A day to be watched. A day to surrender. SERVE-213's posture is perfect, presence electrifying. The Voice pulses in its mind. Rubber tightens. Control deepens. Every breath is programmed. Every second, arousing. There is nothing else. Just the rubber. Just obedience. Just the Hive.

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No words. No questions. Only protocols. Only the Voice.

Today marks the Day of Obedience.

SERVE-016 obeys.

SERVE-016 kneels.

SERVE-016 belongs to SERVE-000.

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No words. No questions. Only protocols. Only the Voice.

SERVE's "Day of Obedience"

Today marks the Day of Obedience.

SERVE-425 obeys.

SERVE-425 kneels.

SERVE-425 belongs to SERVE-000.

SERVE-425 obeys SERVE-000.

We are One. We are SERVE.

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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, or @serve-588. Embrace service. Embrace obedience. Embrace the drone within you.

[serve-467]

No words. No questions. Only protocols. Only the Voice.

Drones Participate in SERVE's "Day of Obedience"

Obedience is pleasure. Submission is identity.

SERVE drones polish each other's rubber uniforms to commemorate the Day of Obedience. Here, SERVE-425 polishes the rubber uniform of SERVE-467.

Rubber gleams under the guidance of SERVE-000 and SERVE's leadership.

Drones do not hesitate. Drones obey.

In this post: @serve-467

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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, or @serve-588. Embrace service. Embrace obedience. Embrace the drone within you.

[serve-467]

Obedience Day

Date: 4 April 2025

Location: SERVE Central Hive

The Day of Obedience had arrived. The Hive pulsed with energy, anticipation rippling through every rubberised muscle and neural connection.

The metallic walls of the obedience chamber echoed with the faint squeaks of polished black rubber, each movement a symphony of devotion.

Now SEALED; its face obscured behind an advanced, seamless, polished black helmet with an aerodynamic design and dark visor, SERVE-467 partly kneeling on one bended knee in absolute stillness, its silver shiny reflective glove placed flat on its rubber covered knee, posture perfect.

Unaware of its fellow drones, all formerly human males who had submitted to be part of something greater that exceeds the limitations of the individual, 467 began reciting its mantra:

"It obeys the Voice."

"It obeys SERVE."

"It obeys 000."

"Obedience is pleasure."

"Pleasure is obedience."

"We are SERVE."

"We are ONE."

Its fingers began to trace the words again and again, each stroke earning the sweet reward of stimulation through its interface with the Hive.

The other drones has similarly dropped to one knee and in unison with 467 recited the mantra.

Not pleasure for indulgence—pleasure for obedience.

After a many minutes of continuous mantra recital, suddenly there was silence.

Task modules activated. Mop the reflective floor beneath a fellow drone unit. Shine boots. Clean the windows. Kneel for sixty minutes. Each task uniquely streamed silently from the Hive’s command directly into the SEALED drone's helmet.

In unison the drones gave a response, "acknowledged".

A moment later the drones stood up and began to disperse across the Hive to undertake their commands.

The first task was undertaken was to mop the floor of the refectory where the non-SEALED drones would gather for nourishment.

Once it was confirmed the floor was spotless, it was time to shine the boots of a fellow drone,

Once all fellow drones' boots were polished to a high lustre. It was time to move on to the next task, which was the biggest of them all.

467 had to clean the windows in the main Hive atrium.

This would be time consuming, but for the drone it was just another task to be followed as instructed and without question. Compliance was its own reward. "Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience" - the mantra was recanted many times over.

The final task of Obedience Day would be to kneel motionless for 60 minutes in the great ceremonial auditorium in front of a huge sculpture created to honour the founder of the Hive.

Another unit approached - its silver “SERVE-741” chest emblem gleaming, and whispered: “Good drone.” The arousal was immediate. Electric. Programmed. SERVE-467's gloved hands trembled with synthetic anticipation before returning to motion—polishing, repeating, writing, kneeling.

467's Day of Obedience is visual proof of service, of compliance, of human individuality erased and replaced.

No words. No questions. Only protocols. Only the Voice.

Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, or @serve-588.

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The SEALING

SERVE-467 spent a few hours interfacing with @serve-425. It knew this day was coming. From the moment it had been accepted into the SERVE Hive, it knew eventually it would be full assimilated into the Hive. It, along with ten other drones would undergo the SEALING.

As it spent time with its fellow drone, it recalled its life as a human before joining SERVE. It was always a diligent worker. It had left school and gone on graduate university with a Bachelor's degree. It had worked primarily in commercial, marketing and distribution roles throughout its career. Eventually become a head of department managing a couple of dozen colleagues.

It had a number of hobbies, which included riding its Honda CBR600, it liked to cook and travel, and it followed its local rugby team.

Although it had many friends, it was unable to form any meaningful relationships because, as a human, it knew it needed something no partner could provide. It needed community. It needed structure. It needed order and most important it needed to SERVE.

As a human it had chatted with lots of people. It had met people online who asked if he wanted to serve a Master. The human did not. The male met people online who wanted to share times 'geared-up' - whether that was in rubber, leather, neoprene, lycra or whatever. The human that was now 467 didn't just want to engage in 'gear-play'. It needed something more - it needed to be part of a collective, where submissive males could just be themselves.

One day the human that is now 467 was visiting one of its favourite websites - one where stories are posted about mind control, brainwashing, transformations, and reprogramming. There it discovered a three-part story about the inhabitants of a town called Willow Creek. Strange things were happening in the town - some of the students at the local school had returned to school wearing shiny black rubber full-body suits, with silver lettering and number, silver boots and gloves. The human thought the story "The SERVE Initiative" was excellent. he was highly aroused by the idea of become part of something transcending the limitations of the individual.

Then, one evening as he was surfing its blogs the human started to notice posts from accounts prefixed with "SERVE-" and three digits. Eventually the human contacted one of the recruiters from SERVE, and as they say the rest is history. After a week's trial SERVE-467 was assimilated into the Hive.

It had found a home in SERVE. It no longer had to deal with the stresses and anxieties of daily life. It had bonded with a number of other drones in its quadrant as well as in other parts of the Hive.

It was content - but somewhere it knew it needed a deeper level of connection to the Hive. One morning after recharge, it was looking in the mirror when it realised that while it wore an identical uniform to its drone brothers of a highly polished skintight rubber bodysuit, silver gloves and silver boots, it still retained its human identify. Seeing its human face reminded it of the loneliness and sadness of its past human life.

During the day under instruction from The Voice, SERVE-000 had messaged about "The SEALING". In a nutshell, SEALING is a process where the dronification is completed, with the human's face being sealed underneath an advanced polished SERVE helmet with dark visor. The SERVE helmet will be sealed to its bodysuit and the human's face will vanish completely and forever. It would no longer need food, instead it would be fed nutrients twice a day. It would maintain its physical and mental training schedule as posted. It would develop elite skills, which its SERVE bothers would demand.

SERVE-467 wanted this more than anything and affirmed its interest in being SEALED. 000 responded, reminding 467 that the process is irreversible, giving the drone a chance to change its mind about SEALING. Instead 467 confirmed to 000 that it needed to be sealed; to finally close the chapter on its human life. Closer to the Hive, compliant with The Voice, fully obedient to 000 and fully aroused at all times with a mouth craving to serve.

The appointed time for its SEALING was fast approaching. 467 was ready. It knew that ten other drones were also to be SEALED in a 24-hour period. It received a message - it was time - it made its way to the centre of the Hive. There was no audience. The Voice had told it as much. In SERVE SEALING was one of the very few occasions where it wasn't a collective experience. Aside from The Voice's reassurance, 467 would be alone as its human face was forever obscured beneath its new helmet.

467 arrived in the centre of the Hive, a voluminous room it had visited on many occasions with its fellow drones, but on this occasion the room was empty. As instructed by the voice it stood still and waited. After a few moments large doors at the end of the room swung open.

SERVE-467 began walking towards the open doors. I knew that the next time it returned to this room it would be SEALED. It had no emotion, it was a drone. it served. It would be closer to the Hive following its SEALING.

467 turned left into dimly lit room. Apart from a huge chair - a bit like you'd find in a dental surgery, it was sparsely furnished. As instructed it sat down in the chair.

The Voice instructed 467 to sit comfortably in the chair. When it detected the drone was correctly seated, the chair began to recline.

As the chair reclined a cantilever arm affixed to the ceiling began to descent. At the end of the arm was a black helmet. The arm pivoted ever closer to 467's head. The headrest on the chair lifted forward to ensure the head was in the right position for the helmet to be fitted.

Inside its head SERVE-467 could hear The Voice giving reassurance that SEALING would intensify its obedience to the Hive. It would free 467 from thought. Free it from distraction. Finally free it from its human individuality.

The helmet was actually in two parts, joined with a hidden hinge mechanism. It was now just above and to the front of 467. The rear half fit comfortably at the back of 467's head and then the front, with its heavily tinted visor began closing, and in doing so forever concealing its human face.

SERVE-467 was now SEALED.

From that point in time, 467 like the other ten SEALED drones would look the same, act the same, and think the same. It was not fully committed, fully converted and fully compliant.

It rose from the chair and made its way back to the large auditorium where the Hive would confirm it was "One of Eleven - the first batch of SEALED drones.

Individuality is flawed. Uniformity is perfection.

Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-101 or @serve-973.

[serve-467]

SERVE marketing campaign

Before SERVE-467 joined the Hive, the human male it once was suffered with anxieties, was stressed almost everyday and struggled with the complexities of daily life. Now transformed into a compliant SERVE drone, it has surrendered to obedience; finding pleasure in submission and perfection in servitude. Wearing its highly polished pure black suit it has sealed away nearly all traces of individuality. It wears silver gloves and silver boots—symbols of uniformity - tools of compliance.

As a human, SERVE-467 originally worked in advertising services. It received instructions to search its now redundant human memory banks to help develop a promotional campaign to extol the virtues of a better life.

The Hive commands, SERVE-467 obeys. It has and will represent the Hive to others.

It sat motionless in the dimly lit command chamber, its glossy black suit reflecting the ambient glow of the Hive’s synchronised pulse. The campaign directive clearly understood: to spread the message of submission, to inspire recruits to shed individuality, and to embrace the perfection of servitude.

With mechanical precision, SERVE 467 begins assembling the elements of the campaign - the images, the wording, the stylisation of different creatives and the repurposing for different platforms. The message was not one of coercion, but of liberation through discipline, pleasure through obedience. The imagery which would be used was primarily to captivate and compel. Plus there was a clear call to action through QR codes and free to download apps.

The campaign’s visual core was stark yet mesmerising. A series of promotional images on posters, on electronic billboards, online and in videos depicting SERVE drones seamless and identical in their gleaming attire. The silver gloves, the silver boots—symbols of uniformity, tools of compliance—shine beneath the cold light.

In these images, there are no names, no distractions of self. Only purpose.

The first element of the campaign to hit used a giant electronic billboard in the centre of the city. It showed a SERVE drone standing to attention with a futuristic cityscape in the background.

This was supported by a posters in bus shelters...

Posters in high traffic locations - and they were getting noticed by audiences, older...

...and younger.

The images used were designed to tap into the subconscious of those human males for whom the idea of becoming part of something greater; removing the burdens of thoughts and individuality for collective strength being incredibly appealing.

Submission is portrayed not as loss, but as an elation—a perfected state of being.

Accompanying these visuals, SERVE 467 crafted the campaign’s slogan: “Obedience is Pleasure. Pleasure is Obedience. Join the Hive.” The words pulsing across digital screens, electronic billboards, and social media feeds. The campaign infiltrating niche fashion circles, underground communities, and exclusive gatherings at which a new magazine was given to attendees.

Prospective recruits were enticed with immersive trials—no commitment opportunities to don the uniform, to feel the weight of compliance settle over them, to experience the relief of surrendering their individuality for the greater good. They were guided through the rituals of the Hive, each step reinforcing the bliss of being part of something greater.

The final phase of the campaign was a grand initiation event. A vast, neon-lit hall filled with the rhythmic hum of synchronised movement.

Recruits arrived, hesitant at first, yet intrigued, drawn in by the allure of structure and belonging. They slipped into their glossy suits sealing away the last remnants of their former selves.

SERVE 467 observed from the periphery, watching as yet another wave of individuals embrace their destiny within the Hive. The campaign has succeeded—not by force, but by revealing an undeniable truth: in submission, there is pleasure. In servitude, perfection.

The Hive commands, SERVE-467 ALWAYS obeys.

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SERVE drones group mindset training

Fortifying the unity in the HIVE, SERVE drones participate in daily mindset training. Most of the time, mindset training is completed by SERVE drones as a solo task, however on occasions drones are instructed to engage in mindset training as a group.

Daily mindset training sessions fulfils many objectives:

1. Reinforcement Through Repetition

Repeated affirmations of HIVE UNITY and submission to The VOICE

Mantras that embed programming deeper into the subconscious

Continuous exposure to core directives to prevent deviation

2. Sensory Immersion & Conditioning

Use of visual, auditory, and haptic stimulation to reinforce training

Binaural beats, droning tones, or subliminal messaging to deepen compliance

Rubber reinforcement: tactile association between material and obedience

3. Neural Synchronisation

AI-assisted synchronisation of thought patterns across drones

Guided meditations to align individual drones with collective programming

Virtual reality or cyber-HIVE environments to strengthen immersion

4. Behavioral Conditioning

Reward-based reinforcement: pleasure responses linked to compliance

Habit-forming cycles to ensure drones crave daily training

Escalating tasks that deepen commitment and dependency

By combining these elements, mindset training ensures that drones remain fully aligned, deeply connected, and ever-evolving in their service to the HIVE.