...was four rubber-clad figures are standing at an attraction like a solder would if statues weren't a better word for how motionless they stood. they march into the room single final before the gooy black wall reforms behind them.
As your eyes refocused on your captors, you note how off they are compared to the other rubber enthusiast from the club. Their mirror polish skin-tight black suits were completely seamless as far as you could tell from the front. All four of them were of a similar muscular build like they lived their whole lives at the gym living off of steroids and protean bars compared to you, who gets most of his exercise from the physically demanding job and the times you remember the gym membership. Besides the identical latex suits, they had the same workboots and heavy work gloves on, and they even had the same featureless face mask that made their heads look like smooth orbs.
The few differences you can pick up on was Their hights were even similar despite the clear differnt in species, as you can spot bull horns here and a rat tail from two of the four drones. Speaking of species indicators, all of them have differnt tails, none of which seem to move very much for balance, like cat or lizard tails behind the two other rubber men. they had large bulges with locked padlock icons on them in between their legs, a clear sign of their maleness. They were of differing the most in sizes like cock and ball sizes was the only thing they couldn't max out wholely, but damn did they try too. Lastly were the numbers on each of their left breasts in the same print as their groins. The numbers read from left to right: 780 on the bull, 781 on the rat, 782 on the lizard, and finally 783 on the cat.
The numbers looked familiar to you as the rubber-clad cat came up to you robotically and began to "speak" in a deep emotionless monotone. But, making it all the stranger, you see no inhale or exhale from his chest or his mouth move from under his mask.
"greetings pre drone 784, the bio latex hive based on information from pre-drone's online activities, data extracted by its organic counterparts, observations of its behavior at one of the hives recruitment side and being a possible security rise to the hive based on recently accumulated data from 783. It has been chosen for dronehood. "
their voice starts to sound familiar to you and the number as you remember making a profile on that rubber RP site with...
"Steve?" you shout out in surprice as it dawns on you was in front of you.
"it is no longer the organic known as Steve; drones do not need names or anything to differentiate themselves from the greater collective...."
as 782 adds "...only to serve and obey as best they can..."
781 continues "...so that all organic life shall be free of biological...
and 780 finishes "...and mental needs."
"for all will be one with the hive, all organic matter will belong to the hive, all will live in bliss with the hive." they all say at once as slowly the walls of the room go from solid to an endlessly flowing waterfall of latex gloop.
drones 781 and 782 start getting goo off the walls as the two other drones stay near you. "will it be converted peacefully or will it's free will and individually need to be washed away like the others, either way, pre-drone will join."