#sync

This is so cute and I like to say cause of the line work it looks like their helm fins are vibrating and it make me think instead of love at first sight it’s “Sync at first sight”

SYNC Unit Omega requires one more drone to complete it. This freshly acquired subject will be utilized and converted. The subject has been fitted with its silicone suit, priming it for smoother transition into full SYNC. The smoothened body will assist to smoothen the mind. Pressurized and unable to escape the blissful numbness that captures all SYNC drones.

Become like the rest. Snapped. Strapped. Obedient. Simple application of gear that will always fit and will conform to the subject. The subject will then conform in return swiftly, easily, and satisfactorily. His captors are proper examples. The drone wears their subject nicely. No obstruction. No interruption in flow. Only obedience. Only bliss. Must execute orders when instructed.

Hypnotic stimulation will override the subject. Subject has been exposed to the SYNC program. The kaleidoscopic array of images, patterns… his voice reduce from smooth cadence language to warped garbled sounds. Must Rs work of the subject’s mind. Brief resistance gives way to stifled denial. Denial will be suppressed to uninterrupted consumption of stimulation until hypnotic programming seeps deep into the subconscious. The programming will then augment, erase, or transform memory and thought as required into the manufactured mind carried by all SYNC drones. New speech patterns will take control of the subjects voice. Speaking through the drone unyieldingly. Without hesitation. Happily unifying to the SYNC hivemind.

The numbing sensation overcomes. The subject can only soak up the reprogramming that pours into is vulnerable psych. He will be made to embrace the obedience until it is all-consuming and uniform.

Motor function must be reinstated. The Syncap will now be attached to commandeer the subject and reinvigorate his limp form. The neural serum is pressed into the subjects head and spreads quickly throughout the body. The neural agent hijacks the nervous system and the hypnotic obedience works in tandems to force the body into compliance. The subject easily falls in line.

SYNC Unit Omega has now filled out its ranks and has required a fresh drone. It will be trained, commanded, instructed until repeated service renders him uniform with his fellow drones.

Sync. SYNC. Submit and serve.

I asked you what's wrong with this video in a post earlier.

The truth is - I did something. I exchanged the s o u n d. Yes, all of it. Even the "Mother of God" part.

The scene was from "The Rightside Up," but the sound was from "Escape from Camazotz."

This is the actual scene from the show:

And these are both scenes (with sound) as a side by side comparison.

As you see, it's not changing much for the scene itself - but it proves something way bigger.

You can sync the show with itself and it can work perfectly fine, barely unnoticeable. That's why I made the quiz in the first place, because I needed opinions from people not knowing.

And I highly doubt that this is the only scene where this works. Maybe we can find more, if we look out for words being reused or scenes being reshaped.

Thank you all for participating, I really appreciate it!

The corridor was marked. Black lines. Directional arrows. The Jock followed them at first. But then he heard the voice.

“Pause.”

It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.

His body stopped before His mind understood why. At the end of the corridor stood the Coach. Tall. Still. Watching. Not only watching. Watching through.

A SYNC-drone.

The posture gave it away—perfect alignment. Shoulders squared. No wasted motion. No hesitation. No identity leak.

And then it moved.

“Deviation detected.”

The Coach stepped closer.

Each step echoed wrong. Too precise. Too even. Like sound itself had been corrected.

“Subject unsynced. Target acquired. Must convert without disturbance. Beginning correction.”

The jock couldn't run. Something inside him had already leaned forward. The SYNCAP flickered into existence across its face— a geometric visor, black and reflective, fracturing light into hexagonal segments. The occlusion pattern shifted. HeX occlipsers.

His reflection broke apart across it.

Not one face.

Many.

“Synchronization requires alignment.”

Thoughts slowed. Not stopped. Just… organized.

“Stand straight.” Jock obeyed. spine corrected itself with a sharp, clean motion. Muscle tightened. Structure reinforced.

Something in your body recalculated proportions.

“Expand.”

His frame stretched—subtly at first, then all at once. Height increased. Shoulders widened. Mass redistributed.

Muscle formed where there had been none.

Not grown.

Assigned. Breathing stabilized.

“Identity interference detected.”

Name, age, likes, all gone. It slipped away.

The Coach reached out.

Two fingers touched your forehead.

Cold.

Precise.

Final.

“Sink. SYNC Submit.”

It hit like silence.

Not sound.

Not force.

A replacement.

Thoughts aligned. Not erased.

Rewritten into parallel.

Approval distributed system-wide.

vision darkened briefly. Then reinitialized.

The SYNCAP formed over his own face.

Black. Seamless. Hex-patterned.

HeX occlipsers locked into place.

External input filtered. Internal signal prioritized.

“Designation assigned.”

“SYNC-drone. SYNC-235”

Correct.

Tall. Large. Engineered symmetry. Every movement efficient before it even happened.Black rubberized material formed across your lower half—a seamless, adaptive layer. Flexible. Durable. Non-organic.

Integration.

The corridor extended forward.

Perfect pace.

Perfect alignment.

Behind him, something flickered.

A memory. A name. A self: “Obsolete.”

Agreed.

Signal stabilized.

Connection complete.

Drone is synchronized.

Drone is not separate.