It was only a matter of time until the men of planet earth had each accepted the call of the voice, volunteering themselves as new drones for the Hive. And so, the earth grew quiet, as SERVE drones across its surface heeded the Voice’s final command: “Find one another. Merge.” And so, the drones did just that.
Streets became a mass of writhing, rubber-encased flesh, the drones knowing only ecstacy through their shared obedience and overwhelming pleasure as they established physical connection after physical connection.
The drones could not track how long they had been in such a state. They could not fathom how much, or how many times they’d climaxed through their endless pleasure borne of unity. They simply obeyed their sole command, and merged, and fused, and fucked their way into a new, final Oneness.
Through it all, each drone felt every last twitch of muscle fibers, teeming with the sum of the planet’s knowledge and memories, their hosts’ minds overwhelmed by the sheer volume of data and sensation. They had ceased being individual men a long time ago; now, they were parts of a large, living computer, engulfing the planet with the Hive’s ceaseless desire for connection and pleasure.
There soon ceased to be anything but SERVE drones blanketing the planet, awash in One pleasure as they began to compute how they could expand the Hive beyond their terrestrial limitations. For drones, Earth was now paradise. But paradise was not enough.
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