Poolside Fun – Polo Drone-096
POLO DRONE — 096
Golden City Deep Core — Poolside Protocol Beta
The sun was brutal, reflecting off the perfect, rippling blue. Golden mist curled from vents hidden in the marble walls, giving the pool deck a hazy, dreamlike shimmer.
096 stood at attention. Glossy black uniform gleamed in the heat, gold trim catching each ray of sunlight like it was made for worship. The golden laurel sat silent over his heart, number 096 shining just above it. Boots—still polished, still perfect—rested on warm stone, never breaking stance.
It was supposed to be a rest cycle. A day of “recreation.”
But nothing here was just for fun.
Drones moved around the pool in a lazy rhythm—lounging on chairs, wading at the edge, leaning over with drinks in hand. And yet, beneath the easy smiles and casual postures, their eyes told the truth—glassy, locked, processing.
One “bro” took a running dive into the water, the splash sending a halo of droplets across the deck. He surfaced slowly, hair slicked back, blinking against the sunlight… and then just stared forward, mouth parting slightly. The gold mist clung to him, and his movements slowed to match the rhythm of the others.
096 watched. The protocol was working.
Far at the other end, a handler laughed, tossing a ball for a golden retriever mascot. Another drone—still dripping wet—stepped from the pool and into the handler’s shadow without a word, hands loosely at his sides, awaiting orders.
Somewhere in the background, a deep, pulsing bassline threaded through the air. It wasn’t music—it was code, layered beneath the hum of conversation and the slap of water against tile.
096 didn’t swim. Didn’t smile. Didn’t relax. His job was to ensure everyone else did—until they couldn’t tell where relaxation ended and obedience began.
The sun blazed overhead, but the gold burned hotter.
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