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Slave Drone 1

"Drone, prepare yourself to meet your brothers"

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Mark was walking home through the industrial part of town when suddenly he was tackled by a big, shirtless man. Once the dust cleared from the impact, he looked up to see his old friend and coworker Brandon pinning him down, wearing no shirt and an odd device around his neck.

"Brandon!? What the hell?"

Mark pushes him off and steps back, watching him robotically stand up and glare at him, expressionless. His eyes are glowing green, just like the light on his collar. And in his left hand, another collar, hanging open.

"Brandon? What's happened to you?"

He doesn't respond, and instead charges at you. Mark tries to fight him off, but he pushes back with an inhuman strength, and closes the collar around Mark's neck. Mark grits his teeth, before his eyelids start to flicker and his head sags.

Brandon steps off and stands up straight, staring forward at Mark sagged against the wall. Eventually, Mark slowly raises his head, the same blank expression on his face. His eyes glowing green, just like the light now on his collar too.

Nate was simply chilling on his bed, scrolling down his social media pages. His relaxation was interrupted however when his door flew open, and in walked a sunglasses-wearing man he had never seen before.

Nate could barely get out a “What the f-?” before the man ran over to him and pinned him down on the bed, holding one arm down with his right hand and the other with his knee. With his free hand, the man whipped out an unusual device, and simply said:

“Collar on, mind off.”

Nate started to fight harder. He didn’t want some stranger to put a freaking collar on him! But despite his efforts, he couldn’t release his hands from beneath the man, who closed the collar around Nate’s neck. He heard a click and a lock, and the man again saying:

“Collar on, mind off.”

Nate struggled even more initially, but slowly, he started to stop struggling so hard. Gradually, his writhing came to a stop, and his strained, angry face relaxed. He looked straight up at the man above him with a blank expression.

The man lifted himself off Nate and stood aside the bed. Nate robotically sat up, turned and stood off the bed. He walked over to the wall, and turned away from it. With the green glow in his eyes matching the light on the collar, he droned:

Making kitchen statues