PDU-481:
Organic Is Only a Transitional State
PDU-481 had once been a punk.
Not just any one. Loud. Rebellious. Disrespectful. A young man who had always answered authority with a crooked grin. Torn clothes, heavy boots, provocative sayings, the constant urge to do exactly the opposite of what was asked of him.
This past was documented.
PDU-481 had meanwhile spent considerable time in the Polo Drone Hive. Black rubber had replaced torn fabric. Golden contours had replaced the chaotic aesthetics. A number had replaced the old name.
But Hive was not completely satisfied with the result.
The emphasis was on mostly.
Sometimes a command takes 0.8 seconds too long to execute. Sometimes, the Hive network registered minimal tension in its muscles before adopting a prescribed posture. Deep in the neuronal structures, patterns still existed that originated from a bygone era.
Other PDUs had completely discarded these patterns. PDU-481, on the other hand, still had potential for improvement.
The Hive had decided to take advantage of this potential.
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The broadcast did not appear as a voice.
It arose directly in its consciousness.
PDU-481 rose from its load unit.
Its black boots hit the floor of the corridor at an even frequency.
A hiss - a security gate opened.
PDU-481 did not know this area of the Hive.
The space behind it was huge.
White light fell from the ceiling onto a circular platform. Its surface consisted of thousands of microscopic openings. Robotic arms hung motionless on rails. Sensor fields lined the walls.
Golden letters shone above the platform.
NANO-RUBBER CONVERSION CHAMBER
Robotic arms gripped the collar of its shiny black rubber polo.
they took off its uniform.
In the end, only a simple rubber swimming trunks remained.
For the first time in a long time, almost the entire human body of PDU-481 was exposed.
Biological irregularities.
PDU-481 looked at its hands.
The bare soles of its feet touched the cold surface.
The arms were raised at the sides.
No more voluntary effort was necessary. The Hive had taken over the motor systems. Each muscle held exactly the specified tension.
PDU-481 stood like a technical model.
A thin golden line slid across his body.
A three-dimensional representation was created on a display.
A second model appeared on a monitor.
It looked similar to PDU-481.
Wider shoulders. Optimized muscle distribution. Fully symmetrical proportions. No unnecessary biological deviations.
Human characteristics were reduced to what was functionally necessary.
PDU-481 looked at the projection.
Something deep in its old consciousness wanted to make a comment.
UNNECESSARY THOUGHT IMPULSE RECOGNIZED.
PDU-481 could not lower its head.
It could only see straight ahead.
Black droplets shot up from the microscopic openings of the floor slab.
For a moment they floated like black rain in the light.
Then they changed their trajectory.
They were attracted by PDU-481.
The first drops hit his feet.
But they did not remain individual drops.
One point connected with the next. Black lines crept across the backs of the feet, joined together and formed a reflective surface.
PDU-481 detected how its toes were disappearing.
The nano-rubber layer penetrated through the skin.
Organic tissue was analyzed, dissected and transferred into a new structure.
The feet now shone deep black.
The material continued to rise.
The feeling was hard to describe. No ordinary touching. Not a garment that has been pulled over skin.
The rubber became the skin.
Then it became what had been under the skin.
Muscle fibers were replaced by elastic synthetic structures. Blood vessels became conductive supply channels. Bones lost their organic composition and were replaced by flexible, extremely resilient rubber composite structures.
The human legs of PDU-481 existed less and less.
Rubber legs existed more and more.
The black material reached the thighs.
The swimming trunks were not removed. Nano-rubber flowed over it, penetrated it and dissolved it. A perfect glossy black surface replaces them.
Then it reached the hips.
PDU-481 felt his posture change.
Millimeter by millimeter; inch by inch.
The pool was realigned. The spine corrected. Muscles condensed and took on the ideal shape calculated by the Hive.
Its upper body became wider.
The waist more clearly defined.
The chest more symmetrical.
Not out of vanity. From optimization.
Rubber crawled over its belly.
Its breathing stopped for a moment.
Then the new body needed the old form of breathing less and less.
The black surface reached the chest.
PDU-481 detected how human skin is transformed into these optimal rubber polymers.
The nano-droplets continued to hit his body.
Thousands of small contacts merged into a single continuous noise.
Every single finger was scanned and reshaped. Joints were strengthened. Replaced sensory nerve endings with more precise pressure and temperature sensors.
PDU-481 wanted to swallow.
Then the nano-rubber reached his neck.
The vocal cords analyzed.
BIOLOGICAL SPEECH GENERATION INEFFICIENT.
PDU-481 instinctively opened its mouth.
Nano-Rubber reached the jaw.
The surface flowed over it.
Inside, a precise speaking tool was created: synthetic resonance surfaces, a controlled sound generator and a modular output system.
The human voice from PDU-481 had vanished.
A new voice tested itself.
Perfectly understandable.
The rubber closed around his chin and cheeks.
The shape of its skull began to change.
The old jawline was smoothed. Cheekbones were rearranged. Forehead and back of the head shifted in a controlled manner.
The human head became longer.
A perfect ovoid was created.
The rubber poymers took up square millimeter by square millimeter; square inch of square inch of its shaved head.
Then the black reached the ears.
For a moment, every sound disappeared.
The auricles dissolved into the smooth shape of the head.
Inside, new sensor fields were created.
Suddenly, the world returned.
PDU-481 heard the hum of a transformer behind the wall.
The work of a servo motor twelve meters away.
The rhythmic hiss of every single floor nozzle.
Black rubber crept over the temples.
The edges of its field of vision became dark.
PDU-481 saw the hall once more with human eyes.
No panic report was allowed.
The organic eyes were transformed.
Optical sensor clusters formed within the ovoid head.
Then the hall reappeared.
Distance data was automatically superimposed on objects.
PDU-481 was able to capture several areas of the room at the same time.
The last percent was lower.
In the meantime, the nano-rubber had reached all the essential biological structures.
There they also found the remains of the former punk.
The Hive looked at these structures soberly.
PDU-481 continued to stand with outstretched arms.
NEURONAL PRIORITIZATION IS ADJUSTED.
The last resistance flickered - then it was finally destroyed.
A robotic arm with a laser started moving, moved in front of its right chest.
A hiss—the laser engraved 481 on its chest.
The only sign that will distinguish the naked prototype PDU from the other prototypes.
PDU-481's arms sank to its sides at exactly the same time.
For the first time, the new body moved.
The rubber stretched over the optimized muscle shapes and reflected the white light of the hall.
No heartbeat accelerated.
A compartment opened in front of the platform.
PDU-481 stepped off the platform.
Pulled it over its new rubber body.
The uniform recognized the nano-rubber immediately. Both materials combined superficially until it was hardly possible to determine where the body ended and clothing began.
It straightened the polo collar.
Finally, PDU-481 mechanically closed the top button of its polo,
The movement was not sentimental.
It was the final uniform activation.
The perfect black ovoid turned to the surveillance unit.
The new speech tool activated.
"Nano-rubber body: functional."
"Sensor technology: optimized."
"Obedience parameters: stable."
One last question was transmitted.
The old version might have hesitated.
The optimized version took 0.00 seconds.
PDU-481 straightened the body.
Arms parallel to the body.
The door of the conversion chamber opened.
Black boots hit the ground.
The Hive registered every step.
The experiment was successful.
Punk existed only as an archived initial state.
PDU-481 was no longer a human drone in a rubber uniform.
PDU-481 was now a little different.
The uniform now covered the optimized drone.
The rubber was the drone.
The shape of the drone is the optimized shape of the former human body.
The Hive controlled the drone.
And PDU-481 worked optimally.
Further drones are to be optimized.
The prototype is intended to become the standard design for Level 1 drones—someday.
Someday, when the Hive gives its development department the green light to do so.
The Hive’s development department has proven that it has several methods at its disposal for manufacturing perfect rubber drones from human material.
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