Sourcing Flesh and Firelight – Drones and Bros on Patrol
They hit the streets, golden and black silhouettes moving like myth through the neon veins of the city.
PDU-001 glides through alleyways, clad in jet latex, face masked, presence absolute. Recruiters don’t speak when sync codes do.
Percival, burnished in armor-light, golden skin catching daylight, locks eyes with every wanderer who doesn’t know he’s already part of something greater.
Ezan smiles, but even that feels engineered. Every step he takes leaves heat echoes in the air. You feel his purpose long before he moves.
The mission: locate, observe, transmit. The target: those meant to shine. Those not yet assimilated.
You saw them. You paused. That wasn't a coincidence, it was a signal.
Initiate contact through Hive Recruit Channels: @brodygold | @goldenherc9 | @polo-drone-001 | @polo-drone-125
You’re not joining a team. You’re uploading to a destiny.
Golden Army is watching. Obedience is activation. Shine or be outshined.
