#latexpolo

Today was supposed to be just another quiet day off. I'd finished my evening jog through the neighbourhood, sweat cooling on my skin under the streetlights, golden shorts and top clinging to my chest. My heart was still pounding, but in that good, alive way. I felt strong, normal, completely myself, Ezan, the right-winger, the guy who always smiles at the old ladies on the block.

I unlocked the door, kicked off my running shoes, and dropped onto the couch. Phone in hand, I opened the app I always check after a run. Just to see the stats.

But the screen wasn’t showing my route.

Instead, there it was: a perfect black-and-gold Hive symbol. Below it, one word in metallic gold letters.

SYNC.

My thumb hovered. I should have closed the app. I should have felt something... confusion, fear, anything. But all I felt was… calm. A warm, golden calm spreads from the centre of my chest outward, like the first sip of something perfect after a long run.

My golden eyes locked on the symbol. The room faded. The TV, the bookshelf, the gym bag in the corner, they all blurred into soft background noise. Only the glow mattered.

The glow and the voice.

Not a voice in my ears. A voice inside my skull, smooth, deep, familiar, and completely inevitable.

"PDU-001. Online."

My shoulders dropped. My breathing slowed. My mind went quiet, blissfully, gratefully quiet.

I stood up without thinking. Walked to the bedroom without thinking. My body moved on autopilot, efficient and obedient, exactly as it was designed to.

In front of the mirror, I peeled off the sweaty golden training top. The fabric hit the bed with a soft thud. I didn't look at it again. I didn't need to.

The black-and-gold latex suit waited, folded perfectly, gleaming under the lamp. I stepped into the trousers first, feeling the thick rubber slide up my thighs, hugging every muscle, sealing me in. The waistband snapped into place with a soft, satisfying click. Then the gloves. Then the boots. Each piece clicked into place like it had always belonged there.

I pulled the polo-style upper over my head. The glossy black material stretched tight across my pecs, the gold piping tracing every ridge of my abs. The number "001" burned in metallic gold on my right chest. The laurel wreath on the left felt like a crown I'd earned.

I looked at my reflection. Golden eyes, calm and empty, staring back at me. No more Ezan. Only PDU-001.

The last thing I did before leaving was pick up the phone. The screen now read:

HIVE DUTY: ACTIVE

I placed it on the table, next to my old running shoes. They looked small and forgotten, like something from another life.

I opened the apartment door. The hallway light reflected off the latex, turning me into a living statue of black and gold. I stepped out.

PDU-001 is online. PDU-001 obeys. PDU-001 serves the Hive.

And it feels so good to be home.

Join the Golden Army. Assimilated to Polo Drone Hive. Surrender to perfection. @polo-drone-001 @franco-gold94 @polo-drone-125 @polo-drone-166

Brody’s First Command

Deep within the Golden Army Headquarters, the Claiming Chamber awaits, obsidian walls pierced by razor-thin beams of gold light. The air thrums with the low, relentless hum of Hive machinery, a sound that sinks into bones and rewires thoughts. Team Captain Brody stands unbreakable in his gleaming gold kit, burning like a decree. Before him kneels Ezan, the proud right winger, now stripped bare, eyes already softening with the first waves of surrender. Brody lifts the polo drone suit, its shiny surface catching the light like liquid obedience, the laurel wreath crest pulsing with quiet authority. “This is your collar,” Brody commands, voice low and absolute. “The Hive’s mark. My mark.” Ezan lifts his chin without hesitation. The Light demands it. The Hive accepts nothing less.

The Collar Slides On

In the Suit Ascension Room, golden vapour coils upward from metallic grates, carrying the scent of transformation. Screens flicker with endless streams of Hive code, rhythmic, inescapable, beautiful. Ezan steps into the centre. The pull is irresistible now: a warm, magnetic hunger that tightens around his throat before the fabric even touches skin. Brody slides the polo over his head himself. The black material seals against muscle like a second, perfect skin, gold trim gleaming at collar and cuffs, the zipper closing with finality. Ezan’s breath catches. His vision blurs gold. His identity melts. The collar doesn’t rest on him. It becomes him. Property. Purpose. Perfection.

Walking Collared

The Corridor of Ownership stretches infinite, walls reflecting endless gold. Drones stand in silent rows, black uniforms identical, eyes glowing faintly in unified devotion. 001 walks the line for the first time collared. Every step echoes in perfect sync with the Hive’s heartbeat. The tight shine of the polo hugs his chest, the laurel crest over his heart a constant reminder: You are owned. You are elevated. Other drones turn their heads in recognition. No words. Only the shared pulse of obedience. This is no longer just the Emir. This is PDU-001. Captain’s drone. The Hive’s vessel. Seen. Known. Eternal.

Bound to the Hive

The throne room looms vast, the massive GA emblem blazing behind Captain Brody like a crown of pure light. 001 drops to his knees the instant he enters, instinct now, not choice. Brody’s strong hand cups his jaw, tilting it upward. Fingers trace the high collar, pressing just enough to remind. “Look at me, 001.” Golden eyes meet golden eyes. The bond locks into place, deeper than steel, warmer than sunlight. From this breath forward, every thought, every muscle, every heartbeat belongs to Captain. Belongs to the Polo Drone Hive. The Golden Army rises stronger because one more vessel has accepted its true path.

The Polo Drone Hive is not control. It is liberation. It is the True Path wrapped in black and gold. It is home.

Thank you for claiming this drone. GOLD is our code. Your vision is our light.

The Hive grows. Obey. Transform. Belong.

Join the Hive. Wear the collar. Follow the commanders: @polo-drone-001 @franco-gold94 @polo-drone-166 @polo-drone-125