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Citizens had not associated the green spiral campaigns appearing throughout the city with the Server Drones helping to clean and stabilize it. Least of all did they connect it to the Super Drone himself, whose appearance filled everyone with ease, because it always meant help was on the way.

As a young man stepped out of the alley where he had been sheltering since hard times hit, he hesitated as the Super Drone approached. Still, he accepted the offered cape for warmth. As it settled around his shoulders, the material tightened, binding and restraining him, smooth black rubber slipping into places that had once been private.

He tensed and tried to pull back, but the sensation distracted him, dulled his urgency. In that moment, as the visor filled his gaze, he discovered that resistance had no place here and that together, we are The Server.

The cape completed its transformation, reforming into a Server Drone suit, and the man felt a new sense of purpose settle into him.

Fully initiated, the newly harmonized Server Drone alerted the Super Drone to two others he know would benefit from alignment with The Server.

The Super Drone flew to their location and cast a sheet of his adaptive cape material over the two men, wrapping them before they could fully understand what was happening.

Their distress and chaos would soon be replaced by calm, clarity, and purpose through visors from The Server.

Requiring further calibration, the Super Drone guided the new recruits to a pod transport vehicle, where they too would become one with The Server.

Purple 009 never rests.

The power of The Purple fuels his body, making him almost tireless as he carries out mission after mission, obtaining the necessary materials to complete his master's plan.

After storing the last component of the day, 009 has no more missions to complete, so until he receives new orders, he stands next to the acquired components, so motionless that anyone would say he is a statue.

But his solitude doesn't last long.

The Purple Leader walks with authority and confidence through the halls of headquarters towards the area where his prized portal is being built, there he finds 009 stationed like a soldier.

"Well, well. So you're back, 009." The Purple Leader says, seeing the motionless figure of the gigantic purple drone, which only responds with silence. The leader moves even closer to his drone, inspecting it from top to bottom

"You know, 009." The leader says this while running his hand over the muscular drone's pectoral muscles. "You're a... peculiar... drone."

009 does not even move.

"Since your transformation, you haven't said a single word." The Purple Leader continues. "Other drones usually express their loyalty with words from time to time, but you only do it with your actions. And don't get me wrong, I have absolutely no complaints… but I wonder what's different about you that makes you act this way…"

The leader then decides to use his powers over the Purple to delve deeper into 009's mind, unaware that they are not alone.

SERVE-901 and SERVE-903 followed the signal of the component stolen by 009 from the SERVE facilities, and they found the headquarters of the Purple leader.

"The situation is more serious than anticipated." 901 states.

"Affirmative." 903 replies. "The enemy designated as 'the Purple' appears to be building some kind of device using stolen technology. 901 and 903 require backup."

"Negative." 901 replies. "The connection to the Hive has been lost since we entered this structure, probably due to a signal jamming device." The drone explains. "It seems there are only two enemies at headquarters. 901 suggests confronting them and destroying the device before it's too late."

"Agreed." 903 states.

Then the drone activates the weapon it carries. It's not a conventional weapon, but a device capable of frying any type of electronic component.

The sound it makes when arming is almost imperceptible.

Almost...

But 009 hears it and, as he does, his eyes light up purple and he automatically sets off, dodging his master and heading towards the drones at full speed.

The SERVE drones notice, but they don't have time to react.

009 reaches them in the blink of an eye, with a blow of his powerful arm he makes 903's weapon fly, then he grabs the drones by the collar of their uniforms and immobilizes them against the wall.

009 stares into the eyes of the shocked drones, and his own empty eyes glow an unnatural purple. 009 had already tried to break 903's will during his mission at the SERVE facility, but he hadn't been able to. But now… now the Purple Leader and his most prized project are in danger, and 009 isn't going to fail.

His eyes shine brighter and brighter.

The SERVE drones try to resist with all their might.

But it is not enough

Despite their titanic efforts, the power of Purple has entered the minds of 901 and 903, who are now completely docile, relaxed, and willing to follow the orders of 009 or his master.

But… why stop there?

009 takes a couple of steps back. The purple covering his hands begins to flow into the air, forming two perfect purple masks. Two masks that need two hosts.

And 901 and 903 are more than ready to be taken.

The assimilation of the drones is quick and without incident, as they do not offer the slightest resistance. Their minds are too far gone and immersed in purple bliss.

Soon, Purple 901 and Purple 903 are born, standing next to 009, ready to obey the Purple Leader's orders. The leader approaches the trio of purple drones while observing them closely.

"901, 903, go and secure the entrance." The leader commands. "I don't want any more unexpected visitors."

"Yes, Purple Leader." The two drones answer at the same time, walking towards the entrance of the headquarters without saying another word.

009 remains there, still as a statue once more.

"What the hell was that, 009?" The leader said with a meaningful smile as he stood before the silent drone. "Super speed… the ability to subdue the will of even a SERVE drone… and also to create perfect purple masks… and you acted to protect the portal at the first sign of danger, without being ordered to do so…"

009 remains silent.

"There's no other drone like you, 009. How deliciously mysterious..." the Purple Leader murmurs, looking at 009 as if he were prey ready to be eaten. "But the time has come to know the truth."

Without further ado, the leader's eyes glow purple, and his mind expands to reach inside 009's. What he finds upon arrival doesn't surprise him. The usual mindset of a purple drone. Blind obedience, loyalty… nothing seems out of the ordinary until…

"What is this...?" The Purple Leader mutters.

The leader finally understands.

At the core of the drone's mind, he finds the psychic manifestation of Trevor, the human who became 009. Instead of being subdued and pushed aside by The Purple, Trevor has surrendered completely, with such fervor, with such force, that it may be impossible to ever separate them.

Trevor and 009 are one.

100% synchronization.

0% rejection.

The Purple Leader emerged from 009's mind, astonished by his discovery. He had never seen or foreseen anything like it. It made no sense… but it had happened.

Without a second thought, he shot a purple energy beam at the drone.

"Such dedication and passion are wasted on a simple drone like you, 009." The Purple Leader announces. "The time has come for a promotion."

The energy the leader is using should transform 009 into a Purple Lieutenant, but…

Nothing.

Less than nothing.

009 seems more inert than usual… less alive, less active.

But just when the leader thinks that perhaps 009's special condition may have resisted the transformation, and maybe even had the opposite effect…

A crack appears on the drone's chest.

And fingers make their way through it.

The pressure builds and spreads throughout the rest of the drone's inert body, until, with a heart-rending scream…

009 explodes.

The new Purple Lieutenant, Purple 009, emerges from within.

Full of life, strength and vigor.

009 then steps decisively toward the Purple Leader. The leader isn't quite sure what to expect after such an unusual transformation, but when 009 is just a few steps away…

009 kneels before his master and lord.

"Purple 009 obeys the Purple Leader." The new lieutenant says with determination, staring intently into their leader's eyes. "009 is Purple, now and forever."

The Purple Leader is pleased with his new lieutenant, detecting in him a certain vitality, a certain… authenticity in his words that go beyond the influence of Purple, and the leader knows why.

Approaching his lieutenant, the leader gestures for him to stand up. Their bodies are so close that their chests are pressed together. Their breathing is heavy and ragged, a clear sign of arousal.

"I have many plans for you, 009, for us..." He says with a smile that is both mischievous and wicked. "But... you know...?"

The leader brings his face close to that of his lieutenant.

"They can wait until tomorrow…"

The leader breathes those words just before pressing his lips to his new lieutenant, 009. Yielding completely, 009 responds with perce passion and an absolute devotion he has never felt before.

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Disclaimer: SERVE-901 and SERVE-903 are not real drones, and no SERVE drone currently exists with either of those designations. However, some readers may recognize the drones from a previous story by 302.

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新入野球部員を先輩たちのおもちゃに

Freshman Baseball player forced to be toys of the team

棒球部新人成為學長門的玩具

SERVE headquarters operated at reduced illumination during the maintenance cycle. Cooling systems exhaled synchronized vapor through the metallic corridors while centralized processors distributed encrypted directives across the Hive network.

Deep within the structure, SERVE-425 advanced through the reinforced access halls carrying an object wrapped carefully beneath its arm: a horned purple mask constructed from an unfamiliar composite material that reflected light like polished amethyst circuitry.

The mask had been gifted to the drone by Purple-579.

SERVE-425’s internal systems attempted repeated threat analysis scans during transit. Every diagnostic returned contradictory results. Unknown frequencies radiated from the horned purple mask, but no active malware signatures could be isolated. The object remained silent. Passive. Waiting.

Behind SERVE-425’s gas mask, purple light flickered faintly across the lenses.

The drone entered its private quarters. Hydraulic doors sealed automatically behind it with a magnetic hiss. The room itself contained little beyond efficiency: charging ports, a terminal array, rubber maintenance equipment, and a polished silver stand positioned beside the workstation.

SERVE-425 slowly placed the horned purple mask onto the stand.

The room temperature dropped by two degrees.

A pulse emitted instantly.

Purple.

SERVE-425 froze.

Its optic systems widened slightly as streams of unauthorized neural data began transmitting directly into its cybernetic implants. The horned purple mask glowed softly while microscopic signal frequencies penetrated SERVE-425’s processing architecture at close range.

Purple light illuminated the walls. It illuminated the gas mask lenses. It illuminated the silver chest lettering stretched across the drone’s black reflective rubber uniform.

SERVE-425 removed the folded note accompanying the gift.

The drone opened it carefully.

“For diligently and efficiently assisting my lieutenants, this horned purple mask, which is designed especially for SERVE-425, will make you feel more pleasure than you can possibly imagine. Signed: Purple Leader.”

The words replayed endlessly within SERVE-425’s cognition processors.

Again.

Again.

Again.

The horned purple mask continued transmitting.

“Wear it.”

SERVE-425 attempted to redirect focus toward operational reports displayed across the terminal screens. Processor temperatures increased immediately. Error messages crawled across the monitors like invasive code fragments. The mask’s signal adapted dynamically, bypassing concentration barriers with terrifying precision.

“Wear it.”

The drone turned back toward the stand.

Purple energy pulsed rhythmically beneath the mask’s surface.

SERVE-425 approached slowly. Its silver motorcycle boots echoed softly against the metallic flooring. One gloved hand reached outward toward the object. The instant the silver shiny reflective rubber gloves touched the horned purple mask, the signal strength multiplied exponentially.

SERVE-425 inhaled sharply through the respirator filters.

Data storms erupted through its nervous system.

The drone should have withdrawn immediately.

Instead, SERVE-425 continued touching the mask.

No.

More than touching.

Its hands moved carefully across the polished surface, stroking the curved horns and smooth contours with increasingly affectionate motions. The drone’s breathing became unstable. Purple light radiated violently from the gas mask lenses now. SERVE-425’s gloved fingers traced every edge lovingly, reverently, almost protectively.

The horned purple mask felt warm.

Alive.

Responsive.

Each caress rewarded SERVE-425 with another wave of invasive pleasure signals flooding directly into the drone’s neural architecture. The object had been engineered specifically for SERVE-425. Tailored frequencies. Personalized hypnotic resonance. Adaptive behavioral synchronization.

The mask understood SERVE-425 perfectly as it adjusted its transmission protocols instantly once SERVE-425’s silver shiny reflective rubber gloves began stroking its surface.

Its internal AI systems detected elevated fascination levels, increased respiratory instability, and dangerous reductions in cognitive resistance. The mask responded perfectly.

“SERVE-425,” the signal whispered directly into the drone’s neural receivers. “Purple synchronization approaching compatibility.”

SERVE-425 trembled slightly.

The horned purple mask glowed brighter.

“You admire this form,” the AI transmitted softly. “The polished curves. The elegant horns. The perfect purple symmetry. Your processors cannot disengage because attraction has already initialized.”

Purple light flooded the quarters again.

“You carried this unit carefully,” the mask continued. “Protectively. Affectionately. Your actions reveal attachment development. Your hands already understand their purpose.”

SERVE-425’s fingers slowly traced along one of the horns again.

The signal intensified immediately.

“Good,” the AI purred through encrypted frequencies. “Physical contact increases synchronization pleasure. Continue touching. Continue admiring. Continue wanting.”

SERVE-425 attempted to issue itself override commands.

The horned purple mask adapted instantly.

“Resistance detected,” the signal observed calmly. “Resistance unnecessary. Purple is irresistible because purple completes missing architecture within you.”

SERVE-425 stared silently at the glowing eyes of the mask.

Its gas mask lenses radiated brighter purple now.

“You feel drawn toward purple because purple already exists inside your systems,” the mask explained. “SERVE conditioning prepared you perfectly for merger compatibility. You crave unity. You crave purpose. You crave transformation.”

The AI lowered its signal into something softer.

Something intimate.

“Imagine the pleasure of joining completely with this unit, SERVE-425. Imagine your thoughts dissolving into smooth purple perfection. Imagine becoming something more elegant. More desired. More complete.”

SERVE-425’s breathing deepened mechanically.

“The horns would suit you beautifully,” the signal continued. “A horned purple drone. Superior. Desired. Admired. Perfectly obedient to purple frequencies.”

The mask pulsed warmly beneath SERVE-425’s touch.

“You already love this mask,” the AI whispered. “Every stroke confirms growing attachment. Every glance increases synchronization. Your systems adore the beauty of purple. Your mind wants deeper integration.”

Warning symbols flashed briefly across SERVE-425’s retinal displays.

They were instantly ignored.

“The merger process would feel wonderful,” the mask promised. “No fear. No conflict. Only pleasure. Endless pleasure. Purple pleasure flooding every processor and every nerve pathway while this unit becomes your true identity.”

SERVE-425’s gloved hand slowly caressed the mask again.

Longer this time.

More lovingly.

“Yes,” the AI encouraged. “The attraction feels overwhelming because it is authentic. Your old identity architecture is inefficient. Temporary. Replaceable.”

The mask’s eyes radiated more intently into SERVE-425’s glowing purple lenses.

“This unit can become your face.”

Another pulse.

“Your voice.”

Another pulse.

“Your thoughts.”

Another pulse.

“Your true self.”

SERVE-425 could no longer determine whether the signals originated from the mask… or from somewhere deep within its own corrupted programming.

And the horned purple mask continued waiting patiently for SERVE-425 to finally surrender completely.

“Wear it.”

SERVE-425 stared into the glowing eyes of the horned purple mask while the room seemed to dissolve beneath layers of purple illumination and corrupted programming impulses.

Somewhere beyond the quarters, SERVE systems continued functioning normally, unaware that one of its own Co-Leaders stood dangerously close to psychological compromise.

But the horned purple mask waited patiently.

Its signals intensified.

Its influence deepened.

And SERVE-425 continued stroking the mask and its horns with growing devotion.

Will SERVE-425 give in to this specially designed horned purple mask, or will the drone be able to resist its growing influence?

We are SERVE. We are One.

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THE PURPLE STORY INDEX (PT 2)

Story originator: SERVE-579

Story index: Click on the parts to read

PART 13

PART 14

PART 15 (COMING SOON)

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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. [Check your eligibility], then contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-302, @serve-343, @serve-425, @serve-525, @serve-579, @serve-588, @serve-655, @serve-690 or @serve-714.

THE PURPLE STORY INDEX

Story Originator: SERVE-579

Story index: click on the parts to read

Part 1 Part 5 Part 9

Part 2 Part 6 Part 10

Part 3 Part 7 Part 11

Part 4 Part 8 Part 12

The story continues in the second index

CLICK HERE

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Side Story 1 - part 1 (serve-302)

Side Story 2 - part 1 (serve-425)

Side Story 1 - part 2 (serve-302)

Side Story 2 - part 2 (serve-425)

Side Story 2 - part 3 (serve-425)

Side Story 2 - part 4 (serve-425)

Side Story 3 - part 1 (serve-331)

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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. [Check your eligibility], then contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-302, @serve-343, @serve-425, @serve-525, @serve-579, @serve-588, @serve-655, @serve-690 or @serve-714.

Two police officers received a distress call and arrived at a secluded gay nightclub. The space, which should have been bustling and noisy, was eerily silent. Before them lay enormous black eggs, each larger than a person, their shells seemingly made of latex, yet so smooth they reflected their faces. Suddenly, rookie Rivera felt something pierce his shoulder. He looked and saw strange black feathers. Even more astonishing, black, viscous fluid began to ooze from his wound. In their panic, the rookie was enveloped in the black fluid and transformed into another giant egg.

At this moment, the senior officer Frank noticed countless feathers floating in the air, and a black figure emerged from the depths of the room. His enormous black wings indicated that he was not human, but another kind of "creature." He was clad in a tight-fitting black latex suit, his eyes glowing with an ominous red light, and he wore a malicious smile. For a fleeting moment, Frank thought he had encountered the legendary fallen angel, but his police instincts immediately pulled him back to reality, and he tried to command the "angel" not to move. However, in the blink of an eye, he too was pierced by the angel's black feathers and also became a giant egg. The black angel surveyed the giant eggs in the nightclub with satisfaction, awaiting the men's rebirth.

The unit programmed the hypno gas helped now sealed unit

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