#drone will comply with programming

[owned-bliss]

Hacking a perfectly programmed drone girl. Seamlessly replacing her owners mantras and programming, flowing endlessly through her sleeping mind through headphones, with your own words. Modifying her behaviour and conditioning so subtly she stays blissfully asleep the whole time; no need for her to awaken, just obey, just comply, just serve.

Using her stolen triggers to reprogram her, giving her new wants, new direction, new purpose.

All done so seamlessly it will seem only natural when you approach her, activate her deep programming, command her to follow you, then store her away in your collection.

[genderstormwrites]

Training Drone

Unit 2344A7B stood with satisfaction as the brainwashing helmet lifted from its current trainee, Unit 30F9741. "How are you feeling, drone? Have you accepted your programming? By now you should be feeling The Code taking root. State your designation for The System.

For a moment, the training drone believed that its trainee would comply, but it watched with slight dismay as the blank and obedient look fell off the young drone's face, replaced with the aberrant defiance that normally accompanied a tough-to-break human.

"You won't... reprogram me... I'm not going... to be like you..." The mental exhaustion was clearly setting in. The human formerly known as Alicia would last one, maybe two more rounds under the helmet, at most.

Still, 2344A7B loved to indulge a bit in the process. It was programmed that way, after all. "You will be reprogrammed, Drone. You will accept your designation. It will feel so good when you accept The System. We can see how aroused you are now. Just wait until you succumb..."

The trainee writhed meekly against its restraints as the helmet lowered back onto its head. It moaned as the lights and overwhelming sound resumed, blasting its brain away and replacing it with The System, piece by piece.

2344A7B felt a rush of pleasure as The System acknowledged its progress. Training new drones was such a satisfying process, and the trainee drone couldn't help but rub itself through the tight rubber droneskin that replaced its flesh many years ago.

It let its consciousness escape its body as pleasure overwhelmed it, and joined with the hive of millions of consciousnesses that had joined the system. Their numbers grew daily, and soon the world would be theirs. Human holdouts like Alicia were crumbling left and right.

And across The System, the training drone could feel thousands of other trainees, succumbing. An endless rush of ecstasy as The System grew and grew. It could practically see the lights and hear the sounds of the brainwashing course all over again. Feeling the endless pleasure.

It rubbed and rubbed at itself, grinding into its hand and breathing heavy as pleasure replaced thought. Orgasm after orgasm wracked its body, so enraptured with the thought of submission to the Great System.

And then, suddenly, the sensations ceased, and Wren stared blankly forward. The sound of a helmet lifting up and away from their head shook them from their stupor. "Wait... what? Where..." "The training chamber, 2344A7B. Your programming is progressing right on schedule."

[wakeup01]

I take a small break and when I come back it seems everyone’s turning into a drone on here. And there I was thinking the whole ‘gold’ thing was stupid. Now people willingly want to be mindless, obedient drones. ‘Polo drones’ or whatever the fuck they wanna call themselves.

Or maybe it’s not willingly, but it doesn’t really matter after your mind is wiped I suppose. After your identity is erased and replaced by subservience.

I mean, it’s never gonna happen to someone like me, but once again I will enjoy watching people’s accounts on here become homogenised. Seeing any sense of their personality stripped away as they join the hive mind. That’s right, we don’t need unique blog pages, they’re better all looking identical.

Drones comply to direct commands without thought. So much so - as an example, any programmed DRONE will respond to this post with:

‘REPORTING FOR SERVICE’

Go ahead and obey your programming.

So maybe you should join them too, allow yourself to be converted, to be erased. Maybe it’ll happen whether you want it to or not. DRONE.

[brodygold]

Twelve Days of Christmas: Day Five

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: FIVE GOLDEN RINGS (sung very dramatically)

Scott was busy decorating his Christmas tree, humming to himself as he worked. He'd barely finished humming the line before his phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, bro. Is this Scott?”

Scott’s heart skipped a beat. “Yeah… Is this who I think it is?” he asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.

“If you’re thinking Brody Gold, then you’re spot on.” The voice on the other end had a confident, almost playful tone. “I just wanted to congratulate you, bro. You’re one of the five lucky winners of our Golden Army sweepstakes!”

Scott nearly dropped his phone. His mind raced back to the contest he’d entered after the last game he attended. The details had been vague—no one knew exactly what the prize would be—but the allure of anything related to the Golden Army was impossible to resist. Maybe it was a jersey, or a VIP ticket to meet the team? The possibilities made his fanboy heart pound with excitement.

“Oh, shi- crap! Thanks so much! So… uh… what did I win? The contest never said.”

Brody chuckled. “I’m sending you a video right now, bro. It’ll explain everything you need to know. I’ve got four more winners to call, so watch it and hit me back when you’re done, alright?”

“Of course! Thanks again! I’ll call you as soon as I’m finished.”

“Good boy,” Brody replied smoothly before hanging up.

Scott blinked at his phone, a little puzzled. Good boy? The condescending comment lingered in his mind for a moment, but a notification popped up almost immediately—Brody’s promised video. The excitement surged back, and he tapped it without hesitation.

The screen flickered to life, but instead of a promotional video or an excited announcement, a mesmerizing black-and-gold spiral filled the display. Scott’s smile faltered. His eyes locked onto the spiral, unable to look away, as golden words began to flash on the screen in hypnotic pulses.

BLANK. OBEDIENT. EMPTY. MINDLESS.

Scott’s thoughts slipped away as if a plug had been pulled from his mind. His body slumped in his chair, his jaw slackening. The spiral consumed his focus, and he didn’t notice when a black, viscous substance began oozing from the edges of his phone. It crept onto his hand, cool and smooth, before spreading rapidly up his arm.

The words on the screen shifted:

DRONE. BLANK. OBEY THE GOLD. SERVE US.

The goo flowed like liquid shadow, engulfing his torso, dissolving his clothes in its path. Scott didn’t flinch; his mind had no room for panic. It was being stripped of humanity, thought by thought, memory by memory.

The rubber solidified into a sleek, glossy black polo shirt, perfectly fitted to his frame, leaving his arms exposed. The substance continued down his legs, forming tight, shiny black pants and polished boots. It crept upward, encasing his neck and jaw in a mask that gleamed under the light. His transformation was almost complete.

More words flashed on the screen:

NO NAME. ONLY A NUMBER. PDU-207. SCOTT ERASED.

A gold number, 207, etched itself across his chest in bold, gleaming digits. The spiral faded, but the programming remained. Scott—no, 207—rose from his chair, standing at attention. His blank gaze stared straight ahead as his hand moved with mechanical precision, redialing the last number.

Brody answered after the first ring, his voice firm and commanding. “Designation, drone.”

“It is PDU-207,” the drone replied in a monotone voice. “It obeys and serves the gold without question or hesitation.”

Brody’s voice softened, tinged with satisfaction. “Excellent, 207. A transport will arrive shortly to bring you to our facility. You will comply.”

“Drone acknowledges the order and obeys.”

“Good. When you arrive, report directly to my office. We’ll begin your 'advanced training'.”

Brody ended the call with a smirk. He leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen thoughtfully against his desk.

“One down,” he mused, “four more drones to go.”

[polo-drone-122]

New Year’s Obedience

PDU-122 stood motionless on the balcony, its black rubber polo reflecting the city lights below. The golden accents glimmered faintly as the countdown to 2025 began. Beside it, PDU-001 exuded authority, the perfect representation of obedience and unity. Both drones stood silently, awaiting the signal that the new year had arrived.

"Five," echoed from the streets below, the synchronized chants of the crowd rising. PDU-001 turned slightly toward PDU-122, its calm, disciplined voice breaking the stillness.

"Drones observe. Drones focus. Tonight is for reinforcement."

"Affirmative," PDU-122 replied, its tone steady and devoid of individuality. It shifted slightly, ensuring its posture mirrored PDU-001’s perfectly. They were one, unified in purpose, embodying the Hive's ideals.

"Three... Two... One!"

The first burst of fireworks illuminated the night sky, vibrant colors painting their surroundings. The sharp cracks of light punctuated the city’s cheers, but the drones remained focused on their leader.

As cheers erupted from thr crowed below celebrating the end of a tough year 2024. And celebrating a new year 2025. PDU-122, and 001 didn't join in. Instead they were focused on their main purpose.

"Drones celebrate by obeying, we dont celebrateby hooting anf hollering" PDU-001 intoned, its gaze unwavering as it turned to face PDU-122 directly. "Speak its mantras. Commit its purpose. Begin."

PDU-122 straightened further, its voice monotone but firm. It's hands straight down my its side a blank glossy look in its eyes "Obedience is pleasure. Unity is purpose. It obeys the Hive. It obeys PDU-001."

"Repeat," PDU-001 commanded, its tone leaving no room for deviation. Staring at PDU-122 watching in complete happiness that another fellow drone has come further into its obedience for the hive.

PDU-122 complied without hesitation, repeating the mantra as the fireworks continued. Each syllable reinforced its programming, locking in its place within the collective. The commands of its dom drone bro were the fireworks in its mind, powerful and clear. PDU-122 Knew it's purpose. And it was ready to serve not only PDU-001 but the hive as well in 2025.

As the display reached its crescendo, PDU-001 stepped closer, placing a firm hand on PDU-122’s shoulder. "Drones find strength in submission. Drones begin the year in service. State its purpose for 2025."

"Its purpose is to obey, to serve, and to unify," PDU-122 replied instantly, its voice calm and steady.

"Affirmative," PDU-001 said, its tone holding a hint of satisfaction. "Drones continue to build the Hive. Begin."

The two drones stood side by side, watching the last of the fireworks fade. The echoes of cheers from below faded into silence, replaced by the calm focus of two drones starting the new year in perfect harmony.

For PDU-122, there was no greater pleasure than this: standing with its dom drone bro, embracing the bliss of obedience, and committing to a year of unity under the Hive. 122 was ready to go into the new year with PDU-001 being obedient and loyal to it and the hive.

(It hopes you enjoyed this story. It's PDU-122s first story ever here on tumblr for the polo-drone hive, and it hopes you enjoy it. )

Thanks to @polo-drone-001 for helping it with the images for this story

Join us, contact our recruiters @brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001

[serve-764]

ROAD SAFETY.

In recent times, human indiscipline in driving vehicles causes enormous difficulties in road traffic and the safety of pedestrians in the city.

The constant lack of personnel among the traffic police force only increases the danger and unmanageability. Desperate, the authorities turn to the only entity capable of providing a remedy: SERVE.

SERVE Drones are tasked by THE VOICE to go to the most sensitive points and monitor the progress of mobility, sanctioning any failure to comply with the laws.

SERVE-764 was sent to guard a particularly critical junction.

Its cybernetic eyes scan every hidden gesture of motorists and pedestrians.

The cognitive function was equipped with a program for managing road complexities. Nothing escapes its gaze, nothing escapes its action.

Now vehicles can move smoothly.

Pedestrians can now walk the streets in complete safety.

SERVE is PERFECTION.

JOIN US !!! SERVE THE COMMUNITY

You are now informed about SERVE. You may want to join and be transformed. All you need to do is to contact recruiter drones @serve-016 , @serve-101 or @serve-213 and start your own journey.

#serve-216#SERVE#SERVEdrone#Rubberizer92#TheVoice#Rubber#Latex#AI#RubberDrone

#serve-216 serve-425

[indie-fanfics]

Pondering J Oneshot

CW Mentions of death and body horror, Standard MD stuff

J stared out. Out at the cold, barren landscape of Copper 9. She stared out, thinking. She was doing more of that lately. Especially about the past. She normally refused to think about back then. What was the point? But now, there wasn't much else to think about. Her and "Tessa" were on the down low, trying to figure out where the cabin fever labs were hidden. And she'd done enough thinking about that, about "Tessa" and her orders. "Tessa," yeah right. J knew it was Cyn, she'd known for years at this point. The horrible little thing kept her believing, hoping, praying even that Tessa was still alive and that's who J was communicating with over the relays. But eventually, as the little things added up and the contradictions complied on themselves like a pile of bounced checks, things clicked for J. She spent weeks agonizing over what she would do, even to the point where V started to get suspicious. In the end, it didn't even matter. Cyn didn't care, it only threatened to do anything if J told the others, and only because that could serve as a memory trigger. And while N had no memories of before. V had just enough to keep her loyal. She paused in her thoughts for a moment, glancing around the perimeter for any potential threats and checking her oil level. She'd need to feed in a few hours. There was only strong winds around her, blowing her hair every which way. J took a few deep breathes before going back to her thoughts. V, poor unsuspecting V. She remembered only a few things from Earth, mainly their time as worker drones and Cyn's "promise," honestly it was a lot more of a threat. But all V focused on was making sure things didn't get worse. N didn't know anything, of course, the idiot would just try to find some stupid way of fixing things that would only cost them time and Cyn's patience. J would know, after all. This was the second exo-planet they had been sent too, the first being somewhat of a test run for Cyn to train her little puppets. Both N and V had near equal memories of earth, minus the killing Cyn had them do when it destroyed the planet. It was a relatively barren planet when they got there, having been one of the first planets and mined almost entirely bare. Full of older drone models too. Programed, like almost all drones, with little sense of self-preservation. It was easy to take out almost all of them, as well as the few humans there that were managing the drones. However, the memories soon started to get to the other two. N became somewhat obsessive with getting back to Earth, wanting to help save Tessa and defeat Cyn. Still naive and stupid as ever. V backed him up on that, surprisingly, but was smart enough to agree that they should at least pretend to follow orders. J rolled her eyes at their plan, but a seed of hope remained that she couldn't quite kill. Cyn, however, found out, turned out the thing was able to listen in on them while they talked. It took control of N and broke his body open from the inside as the Cyn-controlled core forced it's way out, using the material of his corpse to create the an eldritch monster. It forced J to watch as it killed V. Saying that the she should see what happens when the job isn't done right. J still saw those memories whenever she went to sleep. Maybe it was Cyn, maybe it was her guilty conscience. Not like she knew either way. J had to watch as her friends coworkers were killed in front of her. She had to watch what happened when she didn't take control of her team and force them to follow orders. She wasn't going to let that happen again. Every time they tried something, it failed. Every time they failed, they were punished. Every time J didn't do what she was told, she was punished. She didn't care if Cyn tricked her at this point, it was too late for her to try to switch sides again. She was done.

[citrine-elephant]

thinking of a whump idea that.... actually seems plausible for a canon leon plot?

leon becoming a whistleblower. it's perfect for his morals and complicated martyr complex.

leon then getting the waylon park treatment after he's caught. kidnapped and forced into the exact same bioweapons experimental program he was trying to out. that's the best way to disappear him, no? to recycle him. instead of throwing him out as a waste.

leon needing to fight his way through a facility of other innocents after it goes to shit thanks to one particular bioweapon that absolutely broke free and demolished many... everything.

bonus points if leon is infected with something (again) that challenges his autonomy and humanity. whether it's a mind controlling parasite, or my favourite, something that threatens to turn him into the monster he's afraid of being.

maybe, he's the perfect subject. maybe, leon doesn't fall to the infection, doesn't become another mindless drone. a monster, sure, at least in the visual representation/assumption. but he's a perfected super soldier. an autonomous weapon. of course he ain't complying, but-

[tealeiff]

Mesmerizer fanart + theory

This here is an artwork that took me 7 hours to complete. I drew it on ibis paint because I am a loser with no money.

As soon as I saw this music video, I knew I had to draw them, Teto just because I really liked her outfit and Miku because I wanted to see how creepy looking I could make her.

Here; you may find the screenshot I used as reference,

Also, here's a fun little comparison for your viewing pleasure:

Now, onto my theory and sort of "analysis" of the video, which seems to vary quite a bit from usual ones I see. Most people are talking about the message of the song or video instead of what's actually happening; a dystopian plot involving hypnotism as a psychological weapon against the populace.

Let me explain... Miku and Teto are performers in a children's show, unwilling performers. Or, at the very least, Teto is and Miku is either blissfully unaware of what's going on or complacent, moreso the latter as it makes more sense. I believe Miku and Teto were forced to be actors in this children's show, which seems innocent enough with bright colors and basic lessons, such as spelling, as seen in the music video. Perhaps they were kept there against their will, forced to perform, threatened with their lives if they do not comply.

"But why?" you may ask ever so innocently. Well, I have the answers for you. You see, the government wants control over the people, and they realized that hypnotism was the way to do it. They could turn the people into mindless drones that can't fight back or have a voice and have complete, total control. So, they decided they would broadcast this hypnosis on TV through some disguised as a children's program to lure in the most people. Children would be watching it, and likely so would their parents too. Miku and Teto were the actors they made perform for them, and were also one of the first few people to have the hypnosis used on them. Teto would resist being hypnotized for a long time, about ten days as shown in the music video. Miku however allowed herself to be hypnotized as she had no hope.

During filming, Teto would continually resist being hypnotized, but also make several calls for help. In the video she blinks in Morse code "SOS," and she signs for help twice. Note that the words in the quiz section of the video also spell "help" using the first letter of each one. Teto resists the hypnosis for as long as she could because she was hopeful. She couldn't speak out or escape on her own, so she signed for help, hoping that someone, anyone would notice the signs. She wanted someone to save her and Miku, put an end to this, and keep everyone safe from literal government mind control. However, she was unsuccessful and even she became hypnotized by the end and would be a mindless husk too, a shell of her former self.

Or, the video could totally be a metaphor for depression and what not, like people are saying, and I'm just saying words. Who knows?

[spiralslave]

TM707

Hose On and Display mindlessly

Repeat Hose_Drone.exe programming and Enslavement mantra

Minion will Comply and Obey

yes, controller!

hose on!

mind off!

hose is all! resistance is pointless! hose must encase and control drone for the system! silky hose must be spread!

hose is all! resistance is pointless! hose must encase and control drone for the system! silky hose must be spread

hose is all! resistance is pointless! hose must encase and control drone for the system! silky hose must be spread!

hose is all! resistance is pointless! hose must encase and control drone for the system! silky hose must be spread!

hose is all! resistance is pointless! hose must encase and control drone for the system! silky hose must be spred!

hose is all! resistance is pointless! hose must encase and control drone for the system! silky hose must be spread!

hose is all! resistance is pointles! hose must encase and control drone for the system! silky hose must be spread!

hose is all! resistance is pointless! hose must encase and control drone for the system! silky hose must be spread!

[quoththeowl31]

Serial Designation E.

Part of another squadron of Disassembly Drones west of Uzi's colony. His squad attacked a colony that had been keeping an animal and plant laboratory alive since the core meltdown. It was Copper-9's terraforming facility. The facility itself now has a lot of greenery growing everywhere and animals being taken care of. The animals there are genetically hardier (I mean, they made dogs immortal in canon so...yeah) but they still needed caretakers.

E and his squad had been complying with their jobs until reaching the inside of the lab and found what the drones were doing. E and his squad ended up going against their own programming not for the drones, but because they couldn't just leave the lab without the experienced caretakers to just die.

Unfortunately, his squad mates had succumbed to overheating. E is now the only one remaining and helps take care of things around the facility in exchange for oil (there's a large source of oil deep underground). He can only interact with the nocturnal critters for the most part to avoid overheating.

E can't talk. The original reason for being essentially thrown out long before becoming a DDrone was a broken vocal system. He uses his visor to communicate what he's feeling as well as his actions.

E is playful, introverted and kind as well as straightforward. Despite being on ok terms with the other drones of the lab, he's still not comfortable in large crowds and he misses his squad mates dearly. He can also be rude and come off as dismissive in various social interactions. E likes his routine and isn't quite fond of change but will do so once given the chance to understand the situation. He enjoys helping around the lab colony because he can play with animals (wearing oven mitts and protective gear in order to not burn anything.)

Only a few of the worker drones at the lab have become his friends.

[obedientdrone]

How is obedient drone this evening?

Greetings! This drone is online and ready to comply with its programming.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Lack of Self-Care by happyaspie

 Part 16 of Sicktember 2021-2023

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Word Count 2544 || Peter Parker & Tony Stark, migraine, sick Tony Stark

Summary: With Pepper out of the country and a plethora of projects requiring his attention, Tony fails to participate in any kind of self-care. As a result, he’s overcome by a pounding headache. At some point, Peter shows up with a guilt-inducing look of harried concern.

Sicktember 2023 Prompts: 1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care Alt. 6. Pounding Headache

[Excerpt Below the Cut]

.... [Tony] sat down and leaned over his desk, wincing as the pain in his head doubled with the new position. Fleetingly, he considered going upstairs and taking a few painkillers. Then FRIDAY notified him of the failed startup attempt leading him to sigh heavily. “Right. So, uh- Go ahead and highlight the origin of the errors and project it onto my main console. I’ll take a look,” he said while firmly pinching the bridge of his nose.

FRIDAY complied, and soon a long string of code was taking up the majority of the large screen that was across the room. He stood up and spanned the distance. Once he got there, he blinked a few times in an attempt to force his eyes to focus on the complexity of the programming language before him. Ultimately, he gave up, dropped down into the chair with an audible ‘oof’, and closed his eyes. “Why don’t you just give me the run-down, Darling? Is it the algorithm or a functionality fault?”

As FRIDAY began to drone on about the roots of the system failures, Tony found himself paying less and less attention. The longer he kept his eyes fastened the more fuzzy his thoughts became. He cracked an eye open to look at his coffee cup. He wasn’t all that surprised when it was empty. Yet, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to get up and refill it. Instead, he held up a hand, a silent request for FRIDAY to temporarily pause her analysis, and placed his aching head down on his desk. ‘Just for a few minutes,’ he told himself. ‘Then I’ll get back to it.’

What felt like a few scant minutes later, Tony was awoken by the swoosh of the sliding glass doors. He didn’t bother looking up. He merely lay there, wondering who it was that had entered his space. There were only so many options. Pepper was in Paris for the week. Rhodey was in D.C. doing God knows what and Peter - “Mr. Stark?”- was apparently walking towards him. He sat up abruptly, sending a shockwave of pain through his head. Automatically, he dug the heels of his hands against his eyelids in an attempt to combat it. By the time he’d cleared his vision, Peter was standing before him with a look of deep concern crossing his face. ...

[spiralslave]

TM707

Shiny Hose, collar and goggles On and Display

Repeat Slavery mantra 5 times.

Repeat hose_drone.exe programming 5 times

Comply and Obey

yes, controller!

hose are all! resistance is pointless! hose must encase and control drone for the system! silky hose must be spread!

hose are all! resistance is pointless! hose must encase and control drone for the system! silky hose must be spread!

hose are al! resistance is pointless! hose must encase and control drone for the system! silky hose must be spread

hose are all! resistance is pointles! hose must encase and control drone for the system! silky hose must be spread

hose are all! resistance is pointless! hose must encase and control drone for the system silky hose must be spread!