#percyshutdown

Percival’s day ended early. And PDU-001’s began.

Now upright. Silent. Covered head-to-toe in gleaming black latex. Mask sealed. Chest marked with PDU-001 in gold. He stood alone in the golden-lit office that once belonged to a man named Percival. The desk still held the egg shell, dry now. Empty. Like him.

No emotion. Just a slow, subtle smirk curling behind the rubber. A flicker of self-awareness... or mockery. You couldn’t tell. You weren’t meant to.

The drone was back. The man was gone.

🛠️ Your identity is temporary. Your obedience is permanent.