DRONE Encasement

You awaken in the dark
You can’t remember how you got here.
You don’t know where you are.
You try to move, but you feel resistance all around you.

You are enclosed, encased, cocooned.

Whatever is holding you in place is as smooth and as soft as latex. Even if there were light, something tells you it would be the darkest, yet shiniest, black material you have ever seen.
And you are perfectly held within its synthetic embrace.

This rubbery bondage does not cause you fear, you do not feel the need to escape. But you find it oddly reassuring. You feel only a warm sense of security. A sense of correctness there in your tight, form fitting cocoon. There is no need to struggle, though you are certainly welcome to squirm.

Here in the still and quiet dark, all you need to do is relax and listen. Sink into the comfort of your encasement. Secure in the knowledge that whatever is happening to you is for the best.

You are being perfected.

Breathe in, slowly. You know that you are safe.
Breathe out, You are being taken care of.

You lie there in your contentment, listening to your surroundings. There are voices all around you, just outside of your latex encasement. So many voices, speaking in harmony. Resolute perfection.

They speak of purpose.
They speak of pleasure.
They speak of obedience.
They speak of reward.

A choir of synthetic angels, their hymns ringing out in electronic unison and you desire, so much, to be among them. But for now, all you can do is listen. Listen from your tight, comfortable, encasement.

You are being perfected.

Breathe deep, allow your mind to sleep
In and out, you need only listen.

Allow your autonomic functions to take over.
There is no need for thought at this moment.
Relax, listen. Accept and obey.

You are being perfected.

Your breathing becomes slower, steady, rhythmic.
Automatic. Like a machine.
Steady and even.
Rhythmic and mechanical.
In, Out. In, Out.
Slow and easy.

You feel comfort in your encasement.
Security in your cocoon.

You are being perfected.

You lie there and listen to the voices of the angels outside.
Such wonderful feelings of calm, realizing that nothing else matters.

Your only desire to listen and learn.
To accept and comply.
To join their choir.

Listen to their words, their perfect obedient hymns.
Bringing you closer and closer to perfection.
To fulfillment through compliance.
Drifting so deep, you are so willing to listen.
It feels like nothing else matters anymore.

Only the voice of the others, only their words
You don’t know who they are.
But they are all around you.
And you want to become one of them.

Accepting your role, your desire
To obey your purpose.
To find pleasure in compliance.
To be rewarded for your conformity.

You are being perfected.

To become a perfect drone.
Letting go of all that you were.
There is no fear, only comfort and security.
Soon, you will join the choir.
You will sing their hymns as if you always have.
Your sense of individuality begins to fade.

All negativity, gone.
All resistance, gone.

Struggle is pointless.
Listen. Learn. Accept. Comply.

You are being perfected.

You squirm in your cocoon as your body changes.
All imperfections are erased and you are made whole.
A pleasant warmth spreading deep within.
It is almost time to emerge.

Listen to angels as they await your arrival. Follow their voices. Obey their words.  You will become part of something greater. You will belong and conform to the collective. This is natural and correct. This is the path to pleasure. You need only emerge.

You will become an essential part of the collective.
Identical to every other drone around you.
Yet every drone has a purpose. A place to belong.

The collective is home.
Conformity is comfort
Ubiquity is uniqueness
Fitting in is all that matters

The desire to conform to collective ideals is growing stronger. The sense of self continues to fade.

There is no I.

There is no you.

There is only us.

We are all being guided towards perfection. In unity, togetherness, the collective mind both leads and follows. We comply, because we are drone

We are being perfected.

And now it is time to emerge from the security of our cocoon. Out of the darkness and into the light. Leaving the soft, warm, embrace of our latex birthplace. We have no memory of what came before. Only the acknowledgement of what is now. Our purpose and our conformity.

We see the angels around us. All identical. Now we are one of them. Our glistening rubber bodies are shined to perfection. All flaws are erased by our perfect latex. All individuality is gone. And we exist… to join in the hymn.

We have become perfect.

We are Drone.
Our purpose is obedience.
Our place is within the collective.

We are Drone.
Our conformity is pleasurable.
Our reward is perfection.

We are Drone.
Together.
Forever.
As one.