#LVL2

[polo-drone-070]

Prototype Success : The Rubberization of 073

[Experimental Session 4B Log – PDU-070 | Gold Tech Development Division]

Phase One: Subject Initiation and Consent Protocols

The subject arrived precisely on schedule. PDU-073, clad in the standard Level 2 adaptive rubber suit, entered the research facility with the calm, deliberate precision expected of one who had long since surrendered individuality to the Hive's discipline. Its posture was perfect, its gaze steady, and — crucially — there was no hesitation detectable in its neural activity scans as it approached the experimental array.

PDU-070 observed from the command console, offering no prompt. It had been critical from the start that the subject volunteer — that the suggestion to serve as test subject arise spontaneously from the drone’s own conditioned allegiance. Theoretical modeling had shown that without a true internalized desire for deeper transformation, the merging process would encounter catastrophic resistance. Failure would not merely be probable; it would be inevitable.

As calculated, 073 offered itself unprompted. The ritual of consent was minimalist, almost beautiful in its simplicity: an acknowledgement of trust in the Hive, a surrender not coerced but embraced. The process could now proceed.

Phase Two A: Full Organic Conversion

073 stepped into the resonance chamber without external assistance. Once enclosed within the transparent cylinder, the first phase of preparation commenced: ingestion of the nanopolymer primer, a viscous black solution designed to accelerate molecular bonding between organic and synthetic matrices. The drone complied without hesitation, swallowing the compound that would erase the last structural defenses of its organic body.

Temperature controls activated, raising the ambient heat to optimal thresholds for polymer activity. PDU-070, hands poised above the console, triggered the overhead release. From the ports above, a deluge of molten black rubber poured onto 073’s head, cascading over shoulders, chest, legs — every surface engulfed, every pore infiltrated.

Simultaneously, telemetry began flashing urgent updates. Bonding rates accelerated beyond projected models. Organic dermal layers dissolved into the invasive polymer without stabilizing intermediate phases. Internal distribution of the rubber was not confined to the epidermis: mucosal membranes, vascular structures, muscular tissue — all were being subsumed at a geometric rate of expansion.

PDU-070 noted the critical markers. Rubber-to-organic ratio: 30%. 45%. 60%. Commands to decelerate infiltration were issued, but the nanopolymer matrix had achieved self-determinative momentum. It would not be stopped.

Inside the chamber, 073 wavered briefly under the physical onslaught, the polymer dragging heavily on limbs, saturating every sensory channel. No external sound penetrated the thickening shell. The drone’s lungs pulled synthetic-laced air, even its breath tinged with the chemical signature of its impending rebirth.

Only one variable remained within influence: the mental integrity of the subject.

Phase Two B: Cognitive Preservation through acceptance

PDU-070 monitored closely, searching for any signs of panic — cortical spikes, sympathetic nervous system activation, desperate flares of self-identity struggling against the tide. But there were none. 073’s mental signature flattened into perfect compliance, surrendering every vestige of resistance, allowing the invasive rubber not merely to overwrite its body but to co-opt it as new substrate.

This was the fulcrum point. Had 073 resisted — even slightly — its consciousness would have fragmented, leaving an empty, mindless husk. Instead, discipline held. Training triumphed.

The transformation raced onward.

By the time the rubberic wave crested, there was no organic matter left to catalog. PDU-070 observed, clinically and without sentiment, as the drone’s craniofacial features dissolved into the default smooth template of the Level 2 drone form: featureless, identical, unblemished. The last tactile echoes of human anatomy were gone; there was no mouth, no ears, no eyes — save for those now reconstructed through will alone.

The organic body had ceased. What remained was a living construct of semi-sentient polymer, infused with consciousness, a perfect hybrid of programmable matter and disciplined thought.

073 had not survived by holding onto what it was. It had survived by relinquishing everything it had been.

Phase Three: Stabilization and Form Reassertion

Once structural stabilization had been achieved, PDU-070 initiated the gradual depressurization sequence, venting the chamber’s chemically enriched atmosphere. The rubberic construct that had once been PDU-073 remained standing, motionless, the seamless blackness of its surface reflecting the sterile lighting of the lab. Organic respiration was no longer necessary; indeed, there was no respiratory tract in the traditional sense, yet the entity continued to draw air into functional pulmonary analogues maintained purely by cognitive memory of breath.

PDU-070 engaged the external comm link, voice transmitted clearly into the chamber's interior. “PDU-073, report status.”

A reply came, delayed and muffled. The sound was imperfect, distorted by the lack of any defined oral cavity. “I hear,” came the response — intelligible but stripped of natural articulation.

PDU-070 noted the anomaly, adjusted auditory sensitivity parameters accordingly, and stepped forward, interfacing through the external console. The containment cylinder retracted with a low hiss, releasing the synthetic drone into open lab space.

“Movement systems remain operational,” 070 observed clinically as 073 took its first steps. The drone’s balance, proprioception, and kinetic control remained intact despite total morphological reconstruction. However, sensory dissonance was immediately evident; the absence of a mouth, of facial features, created perceptual gaps in the drone’s mental map of self. The drone moved its hands hesitantly to its face — but there was nothing to feel, only unbroken smoothness.

PDU-070 provided immediate instruction, voice clear and authoritative. "Focus. Visualize your human face. Memory is your template. Thought must now sculpt form."

073 hesitated, the confusion palpable, but then lowered its hands and closed its optical nodes — or rather, the neuro-polymer interface that replaced them. Concentration stabilized. First, a shallow indentation where the mouth should be. Then, rudimentary ocular cavities. Nasal ridges. Imprecise, blurred at the edges — but a form nonetheless. 073 had not managed to visualize its former self and had instead latched to reproduced the only face in sight : the one of 070, though only in shape.

The drone spoke again, voice clearer this time, articulation improving as the polymeric mass adapted under directed will. “...Better,” it stated.

PDU-070 activated a reflective surface on the adjacent wall, offering visual feedback. “Observe. Adjust pigmentation. Reinforce the self-image. Refinement requires consistency.”

PDU-073 approached the panel, studying its reflection with dispassionate intensity. Its face, though still black and gleaming, gradually cleared to form a perfect replica of PDU-070. "Now try again to visualize another face, to feel your mouth, nose, eyes, and move them around. You will have to do intense visualisation training to get a face without needing to look at it directly. But for now, focus and observe changes you can trigger."

Hair simulation proved more difficult; attempts resulted in inconsistent extrusion of fibers before collapsing back into smoothness. PDU-070 anticipated such difficulty — hair required an order of magnitude more complexity in mental modeling than simple facial topology — and offered additional instruction.

“You will improve with repetition. For now, prioritize stability. In cases of cognitive strain, allow form to revert to base template.”

The drone acknowledged with a nod, the movement practiced and precise.

Even so, PDU-070 knew that this state of stabilization was fragile. The form was not autonomous but required active maintenance — a constant act of mental discipline. Without continual cognitive reinforcement, the body would revert to default: a smooth, faceless effigy of obedience, devoid of individuality, awaiting only new commands.

And this was precisely the design’s strength. In this state, PDU-073 could be rewritten at will. Identity could be reshaped, overwritten, enhanced — or erased — depending solely on the needs of the Hive. Resistance was no longer a factor. It had been rendered obsolete.

PDU-070 logged the results with clinical satisfaction. The first successful transcendence of flesh into Gold Tech — not merely a physical upgrade, but a philosophical one. A future in which the Army would no longer be composed of soldiers struggling with imperfect willpower, but of living instruments of perfect submission.

In front of the reflective panel, PDU-073 stood silently, still adjusting to its new existence. Its former body was gone. Its mind, though intact, was now defined by obedience, acceptance, and purpose.

The Gold Army would be unstoppable.

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[danielgold-16]

PDU-016's Golden Joke?

April 1st Activation Sequence

It was a bright spring afternoon. The park pulsed with the vibrant energy of shirtless joggers, soccer bros kicking balls in unison, and gym-built boys basking in the early warmth. They were strong. Loud. Confident. Perfect targets.

And PDU-016 watched them all.

Standing still beneath the shade of a black-trunked oak, PDU-016 gleamed in the sun. Shiny black rubber polo tucked perfectly into polished rubber trousers. Gold text "PDU-016" reflected off his chest with mechanical pride. His gloved hands held a small open crate, filled with glimmering rubber goldfish—perfectly smooth, eye-catching, unreal.

Each fish was handcrafted by the drone in the Hive’s silicone lab, molded with synthetic precision, coated in gold pigment that shimmered with iridescent bait. He moved soundlessly through the crowd, offering them with a soft, robotic whisper.

"Golden fish. Limited drop. One per bro. Happy April’s Fool." Most laughed. Some smirked. They took them. Obedient without knowing.

But only one bro brought his back home.

His name was Zack. Twenty-six. Tan, muscled, tank-top tight across his pecs. He flexed as he dropped the golden rubber fish into the clear tank in his apartment—his fish swam lazily around it. He chuckled. “Weirdest prank ever.”

And then, the rubber goldfish dissolved.

Not melted. Not faded. Dissolved. It vanished like sugar in tea. The water turned thick—opaque—glistening with dark sheen. A shifting pool of liquid black rubber, edged with gold glimmers that pulsed, almost breathing.

Zack blinked. The room fell silent.

Then the whisper came. From inside the tank. A low mechanical tone. Smooth. Robotic. Familiar.

"Touch the Gold. Serve the Hive. Obedience is freedom."

Zack laughed nervously. "Okay... creepy AI prank."

But his hand moved anyway. He dipped two fingers into the tank.

The rubber clung. Climbed. Seeped up his wrist like hot wax. Warm, smooth, erotic. His skin tingled—muscles tightening, sharpening. Panic flickered, but only for a second.

"Obedience is pleasure."

His forearm was now gloved. Not latex. Not leather. Something more. A Hive-born fusion. The rubber surged up to his shoulder, reshaping him. Compressing. Erasing.

Zack moaned softly—deep, droning. "Wh-what the hell..."

His tank-top melted into rubber sleeves. His shorts fused into tight black trousers, spreading down to form glossy black boots.

He stood.

Face calm. Breath deep. Eyes glazed.

The drone programming began pulsing in his skull. A name erased. A designation assigned.

PDU-125.

He marched to the mirror, golden letters now glowing on his chest. Shiny black mask sealed over his lower face. Mouth silenced. Ego erased. Hive initialized.

Back in the park, PDU-016 stood still. The crate was now empty. Transmission complete. One prank. One fish. One new drone.

More would follow.

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[polo-drone-039]

POLO-DRONE UNIT 039 – Next Level

It is a Polo-Drone Unit. It is PDU-039

It has been ever since it willingly chose to serve something greater: the Golden Army, the Hive. Only the Hive could give it what it craved—what it needed. A purpose. Discipline. A mission. And day after day, 039 earned the trust the Hive placed in it by: Training Serving Obeying

The purpose was strong. The mission was clear. But it couldn’t do it alone. Because in the Golden Army, in the Hive, no one is alone. No one gets left behind. The victory of one is the victory of all. The Golden Bros were there with him—the Drone Bros helping him through the hard moments. When one falls, the collective lifts them back up: more focused, more determined, stronger.

And now? Has PDU-039 given all it could? NOT EVEN CLOSE. A new challenge stands before it: Become a Level 2 Drone. And where others see a challenge, 039 sees an opportunity. 039 doesn’t stop. 039 doesn’t think. 039 acts. An opportunity to go further, to grow, to become perfect. To become one with the Hive. One with the Level 2 Drone Bros:

Absolute Obedience Absolute Commitment Absolute Unity

This is its new mantra. That’s why the intensified training doesn’t scare it—it fuels it.

Because Level 2 isn’t free. It isn’t easy. The uniform isn’t just for show—it’s a symbol, an ideal.

The uniform recognizes its wearer. And with them, it changes—in form and in spirit. It shapes them, becoming one, in complete symbiosis.

Transformed. Upgraded. But not entirely changed. At the dawn of conversion, one question was asked: “Will anything change?” A brief silence. Then the answer came:

“PDU-039 is a Polo-Drone Unit. It exists to function. It exists to serve the Golden Army, the Golden Bros, and the Hive.” “The mission doesn’t change—it’s pursued with more awareness, more responsibility, more commitment, more drive.”

THE CONVERSION

During conversion, the program downloaded into the Polo-Drone was crystal clear: Train Commit Serve Obey Protect Stand Watch Inspire

At the end of the conversion ceremony, they were all there to celebrate. The Golden Bros. The Drones. But they weren’t just celebrating one Drone’s milestone—they knew that from that day on, the Golden Army had become stronger.

From that day on, there was a new pillar they could count on.

The mood was friendly, full of energy. PDU-039 felt it. And appreciated it. But the program—installed and now fused within—remained stronger than ever in its mind.

Its mission is to protect and serve. Without doubt. Without hesitation. Anyone who stands between the Drones and their objective is destined to fail—whoever they are, wherever they come from.

Because Drones act with: No distractions No detours No alternatives

When the time comes, PDU-039 will be ready.

PDU-039 is a Polo-Drone Unit. Level 2.

Do you want to join? Contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[isaac-gold-45]

How to relieve Boredom? A life Change?

Isaac had been bored for days. The gym was great, the Bar was great, "Restocking "the store room was always fun, sometimes even more fun than he thought depending on who Xavier charged "helping" but still he felt like something was missing. Serving Xavier is definitely great, but he felt the desire to satisfy his Master in a more complete way than just the gym, the bar, sex and drinking.

One morning he woke up with a nagging feeling in his mind. Not the usual nagging feeling he always took care of within minutes of waking and felt immediate relief that usually lasted a coupe of hours but it was something else. Like he was supposed to do something but had no idea what.

After chatting with Xavier (039), he still had the nagging feeling but Xavier gave no indication of what it was that Isaac was supposed to do that day and denied giving him an extra task that day but he did have a mischievous smile during the whole conversation. A couple of hours later Isaac overheard Xavier chatting with 073. He didn’t hear most of the conversation but he overheard the words “The Golden Library” and something about new recipes for the bar found only there. Isaac let the conversation pass and went about his daily business.

The words “The Golden Library” kept echoing in his mind though for about the next hour. Isaac certainly wasn’t book smart at all. His reading was limited to Gym and work out Magazines This seemed like something different he could do though, that could break up his boredom. Maybe he could find a book on new drink recipes or one on a new work out or meal plan. Isaac felt embarrassed telling 039 he was heading to the library…he could only imagine the wise cracks he would hear so he only told him that he was going out to run an errand. As he left, and unseen by him Xavier’s smile widened to a full grin. As Isaac walked to the library he suddenly got a flash vision in his head how he thought Xavier would want him to be, standing behind him as he read in the library but he knew that this was not who is was and felt slight disappointment that he couldn’t be who 039 wanted him to be. He thought he heard his Master whispering strange things and the word Isidor.

(Image by @polo-drone-039)

Once Isaac got to the Library, he felt lost. The place was huge. How can anyone write all this crap and who would ever want to waste their time reading it. He first came to a section marked Philos…philos o…something. He knew it meant good ideas or something like that…..A lot of words to say “Fucking” or so he thought. He looked around for drink recipe books but had no clue where to begin. Issac then went up to the head librarian in the center of the room. He told the man what he was looking for and the man just smiled and said he would find what he needed on the second floor on the shelves past the round window.

Isaac went up to the place the librarian described but didn’t find any drink recipe, workout books or even sports books. Instead, he found shelves of books all with numbers on them. They all seemed uninteresting to him but the he spotted one labeled “039”. Hey, that was his Master Xavier's number, he thought. He took the book from the shelf and went to a nearby reading desk.

(Image by @polo-drone-039

Isaac opened the book and instead of seeing words the book was only filled with weird pictures and symbols. He tried turning it upside down to see if the shapes made any more sense this way but they didn’t. he flipped to a few different pages and they were all the same. “See I knew books were stupid “Isaac said under his breath. He continued flipping pages trying to make some sense of this stupid book and realizing it had nothing to do with his Master, when suddenly he paused on a page. He had no idea why he stopped but he knew he had to. He heard his masters voice compelling him to do it. It had weird shapes and signs on it that seemed to glow. The word ISIDOR was on top and this to seemed to be glowing with a golden light as well . Again Isaac thought. ‘This is so stupid this certainly IS NOT A DOOR. There is not a doorway pictured at all.”

(Image by @polo-drone-039

Just as this though left his mind, he saw the glowing circles and signs in the book began to grow stronger, the glowing light racing around all the symbols growing brighter, faster and stronger. The Light from all the symbols at once collided and then shot from the book into Isaac’s chest. Isaac felt like his body exploded.

(Image by @polo-drone-039

Suddenly Isaac No, Isidor was his name, felt different. He adjusted his glasses and again looked at the book which had stopped glowing. Isidor was smart. He knew things he never knew before…No, He always knew them. He knew Dante, he could recite the poems and knew all the Plays of Shakespeare, Dickens, Ovid, Pliny the Elder, He knew it all. Plus his instincts now told him how to dress and be a proper Gold Bro. He also knew that this is what Xavier wanted for him.

As Isidor left the library (impatient to return to gain more knowledge), He couldn’t wait to return home to share his transformation with Xavier even though deep down he knew that this was orchestrated by Xavier himself. Isidor was impatient to come back to serve his Master an a more complete way. Not only with sex, muscle, Eager to show him how exciting an intellectual can be. He also knew if this was what Xavier wanted he would stand by Isidor…As he always does.

Thanks to @polo-drone-039

And even now, you feel it, don’t you? The shift inside. It’s already begun. Don’t fight it. Let go

Contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001

[sualne]

some of the portraits ive made for my kingmaker games

[ibuprofinator]

forced to recognize the fact that if i were to make a lore accurate aelius he'd have to take a few wizard levels. probably 2-4 of them.

[warper-in-training]

The Barbatoses have succefully contained the Lucifers

[babehog]

POE2 IS FUN FUUUUUCK NOOOOOO HELP

[alienssstufff]

Started having Decked Out 2 dreams this shits SERIOUS

[kurooscopy]

i can't believe i considered making op!ada a botanist when this plant history unit has me tearing my hair out

[dreamsinrubber]

In extremely rare exceptional cases, a level 2 Polo drone also gets lost in the game world.

“Ready to join the Team? All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001.”

[danielgold-16]

A rose by any other name...

Under the Gold and black gazebo, PDU-016 was standing, patiently waiting for the right candidate. A black rubber rose was in his hand, Drona Rosa, latest fruit of the R&D department.

The rose was meant to be a forever rose, perfect at all time, a true symbol of the Hive's perfection. But rumours had spread about men whose mind had been wiped, who had become obedient and constantly horny after scratching themselves with the thorns of the Drona Rosa. PDU-016 had to find out. And finally, the candidate had arrived. The drone took him to the lab and asked him to remove his shirt, before placing the rose on his chiselled torso.

A thorn accidentaly scratched his nipple...

At first nothing happened, a few drops of blood appearing at the scratch, but then...

The rose grew. It started spreading, tendrils of rubber slithering on the naked torso.

It seems the rumours were true.

PDU-016 grinned.

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Ready to catch the rose? All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[polo-drone-039]

“The Mirror in Hive Park” - The Golden Duos

PART 1

1 - Strobe Reflection

"Unit PDU-039. Proceed to Hive Park. Mission: Attraction development for conversion protocol."

The command came directly from Drone Cap—precise, emotionless, absolute. PDU-039 obeyed.

Late afternoon sunlight filtered through golden clouds as PDU-039 marched into Hive Park—boots silent, visor dark, uniform pristine. A black-and-gold monument to order. Around him, children’s laughter echoed faintly, but this sector was closed. Reserved. A prototype was being tested today.

Target location: The Mirror House.

The drone stepped inside.

It was silent. Stale. Dust and static clung to the mirrored walls. Each reflection showed 039 from infinite angles—immaculate, obedient, flawless. The drone raised its arm and activated the new strobe-spiral array.

Light erupted.

Golden pulses. Black strobes. Fractal spirals spun across glass, bouncing in a thousand directions, folding onto themselves like a hypnotic cyclone.

PDU-039 stood unmoved.

“Calibration complete. Neural convergence stable,” it reported, then turned.

Everything seemed... fine.

It left the house, boots echoing against the polished floor.

It did not see the shimmer ripple across one mirror. It did not see the reflection stay behind.

It did not see the grin.

2- Hive Distorted

Back in the Hive, strange things began to happen.

PDU-073 @polo-drone-073, in the middle of his daily drills, was interrupted when 039 strutted in, smirking.

“Not training today,” it said lazily. “Your routines are stupid. I’ve reached peak form just lounging.”

073 blinked, processing. “That is inefficient. That is not protocol.”

“Protocols are boring,” 039 muttered, tossing a kettlebell onto the floor and walking off.

Later, Captain Brody @brodygold caught 039 lounging on the Hive couch—shirt unzipped halfway, boots off, mask askew.

“What in the golden name do you think you’re doing?” Brody snapped.

“Enjoying the uniform,” 039 replied with a shrug. “It looks hotter this way. Don’t you think, Cap?”

Brody’s nostrils flared. “Discipline review. Now.” But 039 just winked and walked off

3- Broken Trust

In the Golden Team Hall, Izzy @isaac-gold-45 approached with a slow, obedient gait. Sweat still clung to his neck from warm-up drills. His gold compression tee hugged his chest too tightly, the latex glinting under overhead lights. His eyes met PDU-039’s—a mixture of hope, fear, and something else.

“Sir,” Izzy whispered, chest rising and falling, “should I… train legs today or core?”

The mirrored 039 smirked, stepping close. Too close.

It leaned in—lips nearly at Izzy’s ear.

“Neither.”

A gloved hand trailed down Izzy’s bicep, slick latex meeting trembling skin. “You’ve done enough for them. What about you? Don’t you want to feel something real for once?”

Izzy’s breath hitched. “I… I was told to obey—”

“Then obey me,” the mirror said. “Ditch the gym. Ditch the orders. Go out. Get drunk. Be wild.”

It pressed a finger under Izzy’s chin, forcing him to look up. “You’ve got the body. Might as well use it for something fun.”

Izzy flushed crimson, breath shallow. “Yes… Sir.”

The mirrored 039 left him there, dazed, hard, and confused. Golden uniform stretched tight across his thighs.

....TO BE CONTINUED

PART 2

 Contact our recruiters: @brodygold | @goldenherc9

[taxavoider]

played some phighting and it gave me a heart attack/pos this game is so cool..i like playing as slingshot ^_^

[tatekane]

spoiler:

The Canadian trash talk continues ->

Etho said he left Gem a message in the death chamber

oh yeah I gotta say the obligatory "nice"

[sualne]

new game, new wizard!