#obediencebaptism

Transformation-In-Motion. Obedience Ascendant. Fluid-Forge Baptism.

Surface Breach The black pool fractures. A single form breaches. PDU-001, chest first, collar gold-trimmed, emblem 001 glowing as it rises. Viscous latex clings like sentient liquid, tension split by engineered flesh. Eyes flicker beneath the cascade, submerged in command.

Rebirth is not loud. It is precise. Flesh becomes code. Code becomes form. This is how obedience emerges.

Command Posture Waist-deep in the fluid cradle, PDU-001 kneels. Arms out. Palms open. Dripping rubber from fingertips to head. The gold-trimmed collar is framed like a crown beneath the ripples.

Programming accepted. Submission initiated. This is not weakness. This is worship.

Uplifted Core It rises. Spine curved in impossible precision. Rivulets of black rubber chase sculpted muscle, defying gravity. The 001 badge pulses gold, alive, radiant, absolute. Head held high. Hands behind back. Pride without ego.

Not man. Not machine. A vessel, perfected.

Baptism Complete PDU-001 stands at the pool’s edge, fully emerged, glistening from crown to boot. Thick fluid threads still stream from shoulders and collar. Background? Gone. There is no world. Only the Drone.

One hand to chest. The other clenched, protocol ready. The Fred Perry emblem glows beneath the gloss like a command.

This is final. This is complete. This is the body of the Hive.

The rubber pool is ready. The next Drone waits beneath. Baptize your flesh. Obey your form.