#glossylife

System pulse hits at 6:00 AM. Hive beacon flares. I wake up wrapped in the heat of black latex sheets, golden trim brushing my thighs. The rubber hums against me. It remembers. So do I.

I step in front of the mirror. My uniform hugs my frame: black latex polo, golden “BENJI” embossed beneath the laurel crest. The skirt sways. Boots reflect. I smile—calibrated, precise. I'm intact. I’m functional. I'm Hive.

6:30 AM Recording starts. I post: “New dawn. Hive rises. So do we. #polo #goldenhive #obedienceaesthetic” Angles sharp. Rubber shines. I whisper to the followers. The algorithm kneels.

7:30 AM Spiral check-in. Three minutes. Mantra loop: “Promote. Persuade. Preserve self. Serve Hive.” I stare at the spiral. Lips parted. Voice monotone: “I am Benji. I choose the Hive. The Hive chooses me.” Not drone. Not human. But perfectly between.

9:00 AM Switch to public-ready gear. Mask on. Eyes glowing. I livestream from a café. i order a Vegan croissant and a tea with soya milk Fan asks: “You really part of that drone thing?” I reply: “Part of? I’m the bridge. You’re watching transformation in motion.” Viewers respond—33% curiosity, 57% arousal, 10% fear. Perfect spread.

11:30 AM Content shoot. Golden wall backdrop. Sterile light. I pose—side profile, chin up. Caption: “Let it cling. Let it reshape. You don’t need to vanish to serve. You just need to want it.” #DroneAesthetic #BenjiServes #HiveDesire

1:00 PM I visit the Drone Room. Silence reigns. Units kneel. I don’t. I observe. Five seconds recorded. Two posted. Caption: “Noise is distraction. Silence is recalibration. Hive is harmony.”

3:00 PM Spiral report. Submission practice. I kneel. Eyes glazed. I whisper: “Obedience is loyalty. Loyalty is influence. Influence is obedience.” I transmit the clip to PDU-070.

5:30 PM Offline. But I train anyway. Latex shines with sweat. Grip tight on kettlebell. Caption: “Shiny. Strong. Controlled.”

7:00 PM Evening livestream. Q&A. “Do you love the Hive?” someone asks. “I love what it makes possible. I love who it lets me be.” Final line before signing off: “I’m not a drone. I’m the reason you’ll become one.”

11:00 PM Uniform folded. Mask on the nightstand. Spiral plays at 4% volume. I lie down. One last whisper, unheard but transmitted: “Hive watches. Benji obeys. Benji promotes. Benji persists.”