Unity 2219

As every Unity member, this brother, 43056, undergoes daily brainwashing to be a perfect Unity member. But sometimes bad thoughts appear and tempt this brother, who doesn't hesitate to rush to the brainwashing room for an extra dose.

UNITY REP

In the cavernous steel-and-glass glow of the Unity Gym, the clang of iron echoed through the air like a battle hymn. 42087 stood beside the squat rack, beads of sweat dappling his brow. His coveralls clung to his back, the number stitched into his chest like a badge of purpose.

Across from him, 11329 spotted him with quiet focus, fingers twitching just above the barbell. “Come on, brother,” he said, voice steady. “Unity’s not just the patch. It’s in the reps.”

42087 gritted his teeth and dipped low, the weight biting into his shoulders. “Three more?”

“No,” said 11329, smirking. “Four. Because that’s your number’s prime digits—4, 2, 0, 8, 7. Push for each one.”

With a short laugh, 42087 powered through, legs trembling with effort. By the final rep, his knees wobbled—but 11329 steadied him, fingers beneath the bar just enough to share the strain.

As the bar settled into the rack, they bumped shoulders. No praise needed. Numbers weren’t random here—they were reminders, codes of belonging and strength.

“Next time,” said 42087, catching his breath, “we lift to yours.”

11329 cracked his knuckles. “Then you’d better bring twice the fire.”

Sometimes, Unity members can also be brainwashed together, as brothers. Sharing the experience is an immense pleasure and honor for both,