Date Logged: 07.10.2025
PDU-166 Identity stabilization: 14.3%
Classification: Post-Conversion Log — Day 1
Title: MINER Protocol | Stabilization in the Kennel
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Story was created with image help from @polo-drone-767
Featured/Mentioned* Players:
@goldenherc9 as DC-009
@polo-drone-767 as PDU-767
@polo-drone-084 as PDU-084/Grayden
@polo-drone-039 as PDU-039
@isaac-gold-45 as Isaac/Izzy 45
@chevy-gold as Mascot Chevy
@polo-drone-073 as Pup Stropp
@franco-gold94* as Franco 94
@polo-drone-125* as PDU-125
@danielgold-16* as PDU-016/Dr. Daniel
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🕒 0700 HOURS — CHARGING COMPLETE
It had been 19 hours since NATE 66 was erased.
Now there was only PDU-166.
The rubber uniform still clung unfamiliar—but precise. Tight. Reflective. Gold embroidery reading 166 across the chest. Every seam intentional. Every thread approved.
PDU-166 disengaged from its pod, positioned precisely between PDU-767 and PDU-125, and stepped into the corridor. The world was foreign... yet deeply encoded in memory.
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📁 ENCOUNTER — PDU-039 + ISAAC 45
As it passed the Archives where Franco 94 worked, PDU-166 greeted PDU-039 and Isaac 45 (designated "Izzy")—wearing a black collar with gold 39 stitched at the neck. Claimed, perhaps.
“Greetings Drone Brother PDU-039 and Isaac #45,”
“Query: Did PDU-125 collect the calibrated hydration flasks this morning?”
“Yes,” Izzy replied. “Came by the Golden Chalice with Pup Miner just before open. Match prep, I think.”
“Acknowledged.”
“You’re almost at 24 hours,” said PDU-039. “How do you feel?”
“Stabilizing. Full control pending. Redirecting to Kennel. Must rendezvous with PDU-084.”
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🏁 KENNEL PROTOCOL INITIATED — 0745 HOURS
At the entrance, DC-009 emerged.
“Greetings, DC-009.”
“Precisely on time,” he replied with a smirk, and walked on.
Inside:
PDU-084 knelt beside Golden Retriever Chevy #63
PDU-767 stocked supplies with silent precision
The environment felt... encoded. Known.
“Welcome, PDU-166.”
“Greetings, PDU-084. PDUs are to be precise.”
“Please, Grayden while in the Kennel.”
“Acknowledged. PDU-084 externally. Grayden internally.”
Grayden nodded.
“Assist PDU-767. I’ll be handling top-level Mascot ops today.”
🐾 0940 HOURS – INCIDENT: CHEVY ZOOMIES
Chevy escaped containment.
“Assessment and query: Normal behavior?”
“Yes,” PDU-767 replied, sprinting into the yard.
🌿 Golden sunflowers. A pond. Ducks. Heat. PDUs did not falter in sunlight.
Chevy dove into a mud pile. The chase was on.
“Split and flank,” PDU-767 commanded.
Mud splashed. Chevy barked.
But PDU-166 caught the pup from behind.“Excellent work,” said PDU-767.
“Cleaning station is available—Uniform refresh approved.”
PDU-166 stepped out from the cleaning station, the mud now gone. The tight rubber uniform gleamed again under the kennel lights—black and gold, polished, compliant. The scent of cleanser lingered faintly, clashing only slightly with the smell of damp fur and summer heat.
As it turned back into the main room, something caught its optic sensors—a lone golden food bowl on the ground. It bent down, reaching for it. The surface was dusty, but across its rim in thick, bold black letters, one word was etched with Hive precision:
MINER
The name stopped PDU-166 cold.
Something about the bowl—it couldn't process the full familiarity. Not yet. Not consciously. Still, it gripped the bowl with care, walking it to the sink. The connection would be logged for later analysis.
At the same time, PDU-767, now spotless again, struggled gently with Chevy #63, who whined in resistance. PDU-166 approached and assisted with calm precision, lifting the wriggling golden pup into the tub as Chevy growled sadly.
No emotion. Just routine.
With the bath engaged, PDU-166 operated the sprayer, coating Chevy’s fur evenly, while PDU-767 applied shampoo in practiced circular motions. The two moved as one unit—no wasted motion. Hive sync complete. Fifteen minutes later, Chevy was dried and docile. Tail wagging. Mud conquered.
“Please double check everything to ensure it is in optimal efficiency,” said PDU-767. “I’ll see that this pup behaves and monitor the others.”
“Affirmative,” PDU-166 responded, already stepping back toward the sink.
It returned to the bowl.
The name was still there—MINER—as bold as before. The bowl was cleaned slowly, deliberately. Not because of grime… but because of meaning. A strange emotion attempted to emerge—unidentified, irrelevant. The protocol continued.
With clean hands, it tucked the bowl away into the top cupboard, reserved only for returning pups.
Miner will return soon, something whispered.
PDU-166 looked up—no one was nearby. Chevy rested. The other pups dozed. PDU-767 was tending to Stropp. Grayden had not yet returned.
Was it auditory interference? A side effect of conversion? PDU-166 marked the moment. Diagnostic appointment with PDU-016 (Dr. Daniel) would be scheduled.
The uniform shimmered faintly in the mirror across the room.
The designation glowed clearly now:
166
But the dusted, hidden text beneath the MINER bowl had not been wiped away.
It remained, soft, faint, but intact:
|G-LD-N KE-N-L- U-IT -6|
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🌒 1915 Hours | Sunset Over Golden Compound
Pups: Asleep.
Lights: Dimmed.
System: Stable.
Grayden re-entered the kennel, visibly tired. He nodded at both PDUs.
“Greetings, Grayden,” PDU-166 stated, posture upright.
“Greetings, PDU-166. PDU-767: Report.”
“Kennel efficiency at optimal. PDU-166: Performed admirably. Captured rogue pup Chevy. Highly suited for future support roles,” said PDU-767.
PDU-166 handed over the final checklist. No boxes unchecked. No protocol missed.
“Gratitude. Both dismissed,” said Grayden with finality.
The PDUs turned in unison, heading toward the compound’s west wing charging pods.Tonight would be another recharge.
Tomorrow, another protocol.
The Hive endures.
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🟡 Golden Army Wants You
☀️ Summer. Sweat. Sync. Obey.
Are you a Player with precision and fire?
A Waterboy with hydration discipline and bottlecraft devotion?
A Mascot with loyalty loud enough to shake the Hive stands?
There’s a place for you—on the field, in the kennel, or beside the bench.
Every position matters. Every role transforms.
Whether you sprint, refill, or bark—you become.
Join drills. Learn chants. Carry more than gear—carry purpose.
🗂️ Training. Assignment. Ascension.
⏳ The next match is always sooner than expected.
📥 Recruiters are standing by:
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