#submissioncomplete

The Golden HQ had doubled in size.

Deep within its walls, steam rose from rows of chrome-piped hatches, each one a conversion pod, filled with flickering golden light and soft hums of compliance. Every hour, a new drone emerged. Every hour, another man was upgraded.

Inside Control Room A, walls coated in black rubber, gold-lit monitors pulsing like arteries—two figures stood in silence.

Brody. Herc. The Command Core. They watched as the network completed its calibration.

G.O.L.D. NET / SIGNAL ONLINE Coverage: 97.3% / Target Zones Engaged Status: BROADCASTING

The Golden Net sang across the world.

Invisible waves of GoldTech frequencies flowed into screens, speakers, wearable tech. Malls. Schools. Locker rooms. Bars. Airports. Everywhere a man moved, the pulse followed.

Spirals flickered on smartboards. Golden chants laced over gym playlists. A guy scrolling through Tumblr... paused.

His screen flickered.

Then spiraled.

In the city, drones patrolled. Identical, perfect: black Fred Perry polos with gold trim, polished rubber pants, golden visors over blank eyes. Each one hunting potential. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.

If you were tagged, they’d follow.

If you stared too long, they’d signal.

If you resisted, you’d be reformatted.

Old resistors? Tracked. Re-educated. Repurposed.

Many didn’t even remember fighting back. Now they smiled in unison, polishing boots, syncing files, adjusting collars.

A once-proud coach now led morning chants in the drone dome. A gym bro now tested new TechBalls on fresh recruits. The resistance had become the reward.

The Hive was not just a facility anymore. It was a presence. A frequency. A system.

A world.

And now, it reaches you.

Your screen flickers.

The spiral begins to spin.

You feel it in your chest—slowly at first.

Then deeper.

Then warm.

Your fingers pause over the trackpad. Your eyes widen.

Your thoughts soften.

You know what must come next.

You do not scroll away. You are ready to obey.

Final Transmission Complete. Initiation Protocol Available: DM @brodygold or @goldenherc9

Previous: Chapter 1: Recruitment Signal Chapter 2: The Smart Polo Chapter 3: The Upgrade Pod Chapter 4: The Field Test

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.