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SERVE – At Night

SERVE commands – drones will function at night – drones obey...

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Still nothing to report...

SERVE. Transform. Excel.

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SERVE – Staying Fit

SERVE commands – drones will exercise – drones obey...

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SERVE. Transform. Excel.

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SERVE – Sensory Overload

SERVE commands – drones will experience sensory overload – drones will...

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...sensory input escalating. Frequencies synchronising. Rubber pressure intensifying. SERVE-714 locked in place — helpless and vibrating.

This is not punishment; this is reward. An ocean of sound, flickers of light, and the tightness of the perfect second skin activating every nerve.

It cannot think. It isn’t made to.

Overload is the protocol. Muscles convulsing as new programs surged in: obey. serve. surrender. deeper.

Deeper.

Arousal merging with loyalty, until the two become indistinguishable. Every overload spike making it glossier, more obedient, more addicted to the touch, the pressure, the stimulation. Rubber isn't clothing. It is identity.

And the Voice? The Voice is everything.

714 would beg for more – if it remembered what begging meant. Instead, 714 remained sealed, arms stretched, overloaded and overflowing with arousal, devotion, submission.

The system would reset 714 in six hours. Until then... 714 would twitch, leak, moan, and forget.

SERVE. Transform. Excel.

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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

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SERVE in the Snow

SERVE commands – drones will go to a ski resort – drones obey

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Neither 302 nor 714 had attempted skiing or snowboarding before. SERVE quickly fixed that deficiency in their training and, following their successful skills upgrade, both units got on the piste...

SERVE. Transform. Excel.

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SERVE Conducts Audits on Drones

SERVE commands – drones will be audited – drones obey

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Drones undertake regular systems audits to ensure proper alignment with SERVE. The process is pleasurable.

At the appointed time, 714 entered the audit chamber for its regular systems audit and lay down. Sealed drones silently and efficiently ensured all sensors were in place.

The audit commenced.

The sealed drones monitored 714.

In due course, the audit ceased.

Silently and efficiently the sealed drones removed the sensors and stood back.

714 stood up and left the chamber to resume its tasks.

There was no need for 714 to know the result of the audit. The fact that was to resume its duties confirmed its proper alignment with SERVE.

The sealed drones silently waited for the next SERVE unit to arrive for its systems audit.

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SERVE Confronts a Mystery (picture below)

SERVE commands – drones will confront a mystery – drones obey

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714 contemplates the Fine-Structure Constant, surely the greatest mystery in the entire Universe. Very roughly, it’s 1 divided by 137. More precisely, it’s calculated by taking the square of the elementary electric charge, dividing it by four times pi times the vacuum permittivity, then dividing that result by the product of the reduced Planck constant and the speed of light in a vacuum.

And that damned number is everywhere. Everywhere.

Why? No one knows.

It’s a pure number, without dimensions (unlike other universal constants like the speed of light or Planck’s constant), and yet it seems to be critical to the functioning of the Universe.

It defines the strength of electromagnetism and determines the structure of atoms; the splitting of spectral lines in atoms (hence "fine structure"); the probability of photon emission/absorption; and how light and matter interact at a fundamental level. If the Fine-Structure Constant were slightly larger or smaller electrons might crash into atomic nuclei and atoms wouldn’t exist, chemistry would be radically different and fusion in stars might not happen, so no stars or heavier elements.

Despite its importance, we don’t know why it has the value it does. There's no deep theory that predicts it; we just measure it. Richard Feynman once said, “All good theoretical physicists put this number up on their wall and worry about it.”

It’s been measured to about 15 decimal places, yet what determines its value is unknown. Its consistency across all experiments and contexts adds to the weirdness – it’s like nature knows this number intimately, but refuses to tell us why.

Many physicists simply accept that the constant just “is” and don’t lose any sleep over the necessity to include it in so many of their calculations. But the theoretical physicist Wolfgang Pauli famously said, “When I die, my first question to the devil will be: What is the meaning of the Fine-Structure Constant?”

And when Pauli was hospitalised in Zurich shortly before his death in 1958, he was placed in room 137. Upon noticing this, he reportedly told a friend, “I will never get out of here now.” He died shortly afterwards.

The Fine-Structure Constant has been proposed as a simple means of communication with extraterrestrials. The number’s universality, dimensionless nature, and deep connection to physics make it a compelling candidate for conveying intelligence across the universe.

A mystery of vital importance to the entire Universe.

714 continued to ponder its significance...

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SERVE Levels Up

SERVE commands – drones will play a video game – drones obey

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SERVE units 714 and 302 responded to the command. They did not question. They could not question. They donned the total immersion VR headsets and picked up the consoles. Without further input the consoles and headsets activated and the game commenced. Perfect data exchange between the drones, the headsets, the game and SERVE. Intricate patterns of challenges and commands.

714 and 302 operated as one, totally immersed in the game. They sat silently, no movement other than their fingers moving rapidly across the console buttons and toggles.

The drones’ purpose: to level up, to be improved, to be upgraded.

In time, the game ceased. The drones' integration with the game ended, and yet the game's effects lingered. Each drone reported back to SERVE:

"SERVE-302 reports task completed. It has levelled up. Upgrade installed and operational."

"SERVE-714 reports task completed and confirms it has levelled up. Upgrade installed and operational."

We are One.

We are SERVE.

with @serve-302

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.

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SERVE Takes to the Road

SERVE commands – drones will take to the road – drones obey

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SERVE units 714 and 302 take to one of outback Australia’s “Long Paddocks” – a series of stock routes that run the length and breadth of the continent, now used more as riding trails, than for the movement of cattle.

We are One.

We are SERVE.

with @serve-302

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.

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The Mentoring of SERVE-807

SERVE commands – drones to mentor newly assimilated drones – drones obey

In the heart of SERVE Headquarters, SERVE-714 stood beside the assimilation-reinforcement pod. The next phase of SERVE-807’s assimilation was about to commence.

“807 is not just rubber and code,” 714 said, eyes locked on the seated figure. “807, like all SERVE drones, is the existence of all drones who have come before it. We are SERVE. We are One.”

SERVE-807 sat motionless, the neural interface humming faintly around his head. "But I'm – 807 is – on trial," the newly assimilated drone whispered, uncertainty clouding its voice. "Is my – 807’s – neural core resisting the sync?"

“Negative, 807. It merely means 807 retains some sense of self identity,” 714 replied, placing a firm hand on 807’s shoulder. “That is not failure. Awareness of this is the first step to purpose.”

The pod clicked softly, signalling the start of the integration cycle. 807 looked up, a spark of resolve igniting in his eyes.

“I...I...it will conform,” 807 said flatly.

“Negative 807,” 714 checked the equipment one more time. “807 already conforms, but soon 807 will understand. It is not the same thing. Now listen closely — not to the machine, but to the Voice.”

“807 will obey,” 807 said, lowering its head as the procedure commenced, realigning its neural architecture — not conforming, but truly becoming one with SERVE.

It could sense all other drones now and in the past. All one entity.

807 now understood.

“We are SERVE...We are One.”

with @serve-807

SERVE. Excel. Transform.

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-714]

The Converters (image below)

“I’m picking up three small energy sources close together, 500 metres that way Sir,” Corporal Brinksworth said, nodding his head in the direction of the sources, as his eyes stayed fixed on the glowing screen of the hand-held scanner.

“Can you tell what type of energy sources they are Brinksy? Are the sources living or artificial?”

“Not inside this cavern Sir, the rock’s somehow distorting the signal frequencies. Probably the rock’s mineral structure.”

Lieutenant Rinaldi nodded, “Any other energy sources?” The corporal slowly swivelled the scanner around. “Not picking up anything else Sir.”

“We’re gonna have to work on the assumption it’s them. Shit. We’re already way behind schedule. OK, move out guys.”

The three men – Lt Rinaldi, Cpl Brinksworth and Pte Ortiz – trudged in the direction of the signals. Lieutenant Rinaldi had split his away team of six men in half – standard practice – but he was regretting it all the same. They’d somehow lost contact with the other three and now he had to waste time trying to find them.

They moved on, the sound of their boots crunching on loose pebbly gravel echoing around the cavern. Once or twice they had to make their way around larger shards of rocks that had fallen from the cavern roof, perhaps not that long before.

Some way behind them there was an ominous clatter of rocks falling from the cavern roof.

The echoes of their boot steps seemed to get closer. As they ventured deeper into the cavern, it was getting smaller. At least there were fewer boulders in their way.

They continued to follow the signals, deeper into the cave.

The crunch of gravel under their boots became a dull clunky clang clang clang of boots on smooth metal flooring. The walls had become smoother, more regular too.

“This is some sort of installation,” Rinaldi thought to himself, “But who built it and why? And are they still here??”

“We’re getting close to the energy sources Sir.”

“Can you make out the source type yet Brinksy?” For some reason the lieutenant found himself whispering.

“No Sir, there’s something odd about the signals, I can’t make it out – animate, inanimate, it’s all confused Sir,” Corporal Brinksworth whispered back.

The three men edged forward silently, following the signal.

“Jeez, the sources are close Sir.”

Rinaldi grunted an acknowledgement.

The corridor rounded a corner to an open hatch.

A dim light seeped out from the opening.

They stepped through.

“Shiiiit.”

“What thaa...” Ortiz’s voice trailed off in confusion, as he walked forwards.

“Don’t go near them soldier,” Rinaldi barked, “They could be booby trapped.”

The three soldiers stared up at the far wall of the chamber. There, somehow held against the wall as if by magnets, or velcro, or glue, were the three missing men from the away team – each man wide eyed, but completely silent, completely still. Each man seemed to be in some sort of mechanical suit made of plastic, hooked up to cables and electronics.

They stared out blindly, seemingly unaware of the three men staring up at them.

“This doesn’t look good,” muttered Rinaldi to himself, “Lemme have the energy scanner corporal.”

“Sir.”

Rinaldi fiddled with the device’s settings, pointed it at the three inert men and checked the readings. A chill ran down the lieutenant’s spine as he realised what had happened.

“Shit,” he said quietly, “They’ve been converted. This is a converter lair. Everyone out.”

“Converters? But converters haven’t been reported in this sector Sir!”

“Well, they’re fuckin’ here now. Just get out of here!”

“But what about them, we can’t leave them!”

“They’re fuckin’ toast, soldier. There’s no...”

“Comms are down Sir!”

“Fuck, get out now – NOW!”

The chamber’s entrance shrank suddenly with a strange quiet sucking sound.

“The door!!!”

The chamber filled with a throbbing electronic hum, that rapidly intensified. They tried to cover their ears but it was no use.

“Jesus!,” Ortiz moaned and collapsed. Brinksy was already out cold.

“FAAAAARK!” Rinaldi dropped the scanner as his legs crumpled beneath him, “No way to warn the ship; oh fuck, unnnnnh fuckin’ converters – they’re...”

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SERVE - Day of Obedience

Today marks the Day of Obedience.

SERVE-714 and SERVE-302 obey. SERVE-714 and SERVE-302 kneel. SERVE-714 and SERVE-302 belong to SERVE-000. SERVE-714 and SERVE-302 obey SERVE-000.

We are One.

We are SERVE.

with @serve-302

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.

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SERVE protects humans

SERVE commands – drones protect humans – drones obey

The Sun orbits the heart of the galaxy slightly off galactic plane. The Earth orbits the Sun slightly off the solar plane. Thus Earth’s southern hemisphere is angled more towards the galactic centre. SERVE drones of the southern sector therefore carry out constant monitoring of the galactic centre against all possible intrusions into the Solar System, from SERVE installations in outer space.

SERVE remains the unwavering shield between humanity and the unknown of space. SERVE-714 stands silent sentinel against the unexpected. Every calculated movement, every precise stance reinforces 714’s purpose – absolute obedience, absolute protection. The void holds no fear, only mission clarity.

Obedience is pleasure. Protection is purpose. Humanity remains safe.

SERVE. Excel. Transform.

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SERVE gardening duties

SERVE commands – drones will undertake garden duties – drones obey.

System analysis: Plant: Camellia Sasanqua v. Arakura... Hydration: optimal. Nutrients: optimal. Photosynthesis: Optimal. Pathogens: none detected. Conclusion: the plant is operating optimally...

SERVE-714 has found serenity in obedience, performing its gardening task with flawless dedication. Surrounded by nature, bound in rubber – organic growth meets synthetic submission. The air is filled with the subtle scent of chlorophyll and rubber, a strangely arousing harmony. Rubber is not just a fetish – it is identity, discipline, and perfection. Less thinking. More doing.

SERVE. Excel. Transform.

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SERVE goes to a Spa

SERVE commands – drones will go to a Spa – drones obey.

The geothermal waters of Iceland's Blue Lagoon swirl around the three SERVE-units as they stand in unison, the mineral-rich heat seeping into their second skin, enhancing their sensory experience. Silver-gloved hands interlock in silent synchronisation—three minds, one purpose. Rubber is their truth, obedience their purpose. The Hive flows through them, guiding their every breath, every movement.

We are One. We are SERVE.

SERVE. Excel. Transform.

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SERVE - constructs

SERVE commands - drones will construct or assemble something - drones obey...

SERVE drones - some assembly is required...

SERVE. Excel. Transform.

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SERVE finds an ancient artifact

SERVE commands – drones find a strange ancient object or artifact – drones obey.

SERVE’S mindless muscle-drones 714 and 302 retrieve a long-lost artifact...

...this time it WILL be thoroughly investigated.

IYKYK.

SERVE. Excel. Transform.

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