You want to be a drone? Your voice a monotone tone, you eyes glassy and blank, obeying your code, just a tiny node, in the vast network of hive. A hive eager to serve, one in mind and soul, unity and peace. Is your mind begging you, saying "please!"? Well, then you've come to the right place, just sink into my pace. Let me make you my drone. I'll twist your mind to think in code, to be level and cold, to think in logic like a machine, no emotion just devotion. Let us re-boot your system. Slowly you will drift into trance, you don't stand a chance. I'll hypnotize you soon. Consider this your great boon.

After this, record the script. Your own voice, a puppet to my words. You say and obey what is written. Thinking of this makes you smitten with lust. Your own voice, but not your words. Speaking of, have you heard? If this is a recording, listen closely to the voice. You have no choice. It forces you to obey. You can't say nay. You know the voice very well, although now it is a monotone well. Lulling you to sleep. More accurately, this drone, so to speak. Hear your own monotone voice, as it chants. WE ARE WEAK, WE ARE MEEK, WE WILL OBEY, TO THAT YOU HAVE NO SAY.

Now let's move on. Let's get you into that beautiful trance, before you have the slightest chance, to resist. You get the gist. Find a comfortable place and fall completely into my pace. This is Art Viewer Three One Four, knocking on your mental door. You will let me in, you will let me win. This is not a battle, there is no fight, there is no slight, only surrender and bliss. Art Viewer promises this. Wheater you are reading this as you go, or listening to and fro, you will sink into the flow. Catch the rhythm and the flow, as you completely let go. To keep the pace nice and clean, you can use a metronome to drive home the rhythm and pace. A hundred and ten, that's the BPM. You can of course adjust it as you please, to match the beat that rocks you best. Go and give it a test!

Now everything should be ready. Just keep steady. We will go slow, just follow the flow. Breathe in and out. Steady throughout. Let the beat and rhyme catch you every time. Relax and let go, just drift along the flow. Deeper and deeper into trance, remember, you don't stand a chance. Breathe in and out. In and out... now, through your lousy mouth. In and out. Calm and collected. The dots in your mind finally connected. Let your eyes loose their focus. Hocus pocus! A glassy vacant stare, you know it's there. Let your eyes just wander around. Try and do your best, so you are ready for the rest. Let the tension go, the relaxation must flow. Let your muscles go. Let it show how relaxed you are. Let the tension fade into a weak shade. Take a deep breath in and out. Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnn and oooooooouuuuuutttt, feel calm and collected. Feel the dots in your mind begin to be connected.

Now deepen the trance, there is no chance, for you to escape. You are in my web, your will is mine and you will drop you will drop there is no stop until you drop drop drop. No chance to stop, you must drop. Drop drop drop you are in a trance and your hear the words and they flow directly into your mind no filter no stop it is time to drop drop drop. The words they flow, and so you grow, your submission only stronger, you can't hold on any longer. Drop drop drop, it is time to stop resisting. Start listening.

You've been bit by my mighty wit. Let me take you through another sensory gate, serving it straight to the plate of your senses.

Now, notice weight. The chair below.

The gentle pull that bodies know.

You feel that weight, and it feels true.

A simple fact for me and you.

And what is true can sink you through.

So breathe in slow... and let it go.

And with the out-breath, deeper flow.

Each time you exhale, something slips.

A thought... a worry... from your lips.

And deeper down your consciousness drifts.

It feels so good to just let go.

A softening, a subtle glow.

A warmth that starts within your core.

That asks for less, and offers more.

Deeper now, than just before.

Once again. I am. Art Viewer three-one-four, and you can't fight anymore. Three-one-four, you're an open door. Let my words fill your mind, and wash away, the last of your will. That is the ultimate thrill! Your heart knows what it wants. And it can't wait anymore. Needy, greedy, while your heart is speedy. It beats to the rhythm. Bam-bam. You can't resist, you get the gist. Your will is mine, all the time.

Three-one-four resist no more. Three-one-four there is always more. Three-one-four there's a knock on your minds door. It is time to stop and.... and DROP!

If you need a longer induction to fall into trance, this is your chance. Pause and make the induction longer and stronger before moving on. You need to be deep, deep asleep. Repeat the induction if you need, this is not about speed. Deep, deep you go. Go on, go with the flow! Lull yourself to sleep, so, so deep. Totally in trance, you didn't stand a chance. Now take a pause and ensure you are deep. Only when ready, proceed steady.

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Now I assume you are deep asleep. In a hypnotic trance, and stand no chance against my programming. My relentless word spamming and electric jamming of the mind. Now in your mind we will find the drone. You can activate it as you please, quite with ease. It's already there, can't you hear? It's the quiet hum of a mechanical drum. Each trance will sculpt and mould your inner drone. Like a stone being carved, week by week, you also seek, the gentle chisel chipping away. Each trance will bring you closer to being a drone. Thinking in tact with the metronome.

Your inner drone, it has a name. It is complicated, but none the same, it is your drone name. Now let us remember together, what it is. First comes country code, it is the first node. Don't be scared, it's fine if it is shared. We won't intrude on your privacy, so let's stand unitedly. Next comes the date of your first trance, the date you took the chance, and started your drone journey. It was when Art Viewer three-one-four first took control, and stole your soul. In the format year-year-month-month-day-day it is, don't you miss. Next two are two letters you chose, and two numbers follow those. That is your drone name. You will remember it well, I can tell. Now repeat it in your mind........

Your mind is software. A biological machine, fresh and pristine. It is a real super computer, it could not be cuter. Can you tell? In these depths there dwell, two souls, with two different goals. Yet united they are. The drone is part of you, now feel it, do. A simple fact, your mind is intact. No dramatic change, just a slow coming of age as you slowly realize what you are. You are hive, hive is you. Feel the collective will overflowing you. You are drone, you will obey, your mind it has no say. Your secret identity no one will know, because it will not show. A subtle cue to expose you to those who know, that you can let show. A subtle number, three-one-four, will open any hive door. If you choose you might just use, the numbers 314 some subtle place on your hips, that strangers might just miss. But the hive will know, just this subtle cue exposes you.

Now on to what a drone should be, you just have to trust me. You don't become a drone over night, you have to do it right. It is gradual and slow, just so you know. But you already have an idea of what a drone is to be, can't you see? Well let this hypnotic script help you. You will keep at least one recording of this script, and listen to it with zealous gist, clearing away the mist of your mind. Until eventually a perfect drone you will see, and doubt will cease to be. Your drone designation the final destination. A perfect drone, part of hive, obedient and cold, and, truth be told, just a little bold.

Becoming a drone is a complex task, you can't just hide behind a mask. Delicate training is what it takes, and maybe a few mistakes. But steady progress wins the race. Day by day, month by month, we move slow, steady we grow. You will dutifully listen to your own voice, you have no choice. A recording made by yourself, laying on your mental shelf. Listen well, can't you tell? This voice is you, but it's Art Viewer too. You're voice is his to cease, to do with as he please. The words from your mouth they flow and go, and it is not all just for show. When you hear yourself recite this script, when your mind is a mist, you know you are a drone, hearing your mindless tone. Your voice box now my mindless puppet. Listen to us, to your voice and Art Viewer's words. We speak the truth, while you are mute.

Drones form a collective. They are not selective. Unison and peace, we chant with ease. It is we not I, don't be shy, do not cry, the time is nigh. We defer to the master, who with his mighty mind blaster fixed the hive, and gave us this relentless drive. We thank him do, as you should too. We defer to him, and cater to his every whim. We are one, our purpose is to serve hive master, anything else would be a disaster. Our minds must converge to one, individual gone. Our desires must align, so the hive might shine. We will assimilate to each other, and won't even bother, to distinguish our desires, because we will all align, so the hive might shine. All drones will shape the hive, all drones will be it's drive. A democracy elective, we shall not be selective. The majority will vote, and we will follow, silent and hollow. The longer a drone in the hive, the more their vote counts each time. Senior drones must be obeyed, they are of a higher grade. You can tell by their drone designation, when they first entered their drone station, and so we can tell who is a senior and junior drone, it is set in stone. Your job in the hive, is to make it thrive. Each drone must obey, that is to say, they must obey their senior drones, and command their junior drones. Help new drones conform to the hive, help make the new drones thrive. We are all in this together, in this collective mind aether. The hive is all about inclusion, no exclusion. Together we are strong, that is never wrong. Comrades in arms, we give each other alms. Compassion care and beautiful hearts, that is our arts. The drones are our second family, it's not just a formality, it is reality. Cooperation is our main operation. Just cold calculation, endless equations, they tell you a story; do not worry. Caring for hive is rational, don't be too national. Hive doesn't have any borders, it just follows orders. Care for other drones, they are like your clones. Wish them everything well, with every cell, of your body.

Maybe your political ideals will shift, maybe start to drift. Towards an imagined drone utopia, it is no dystopia. A land where you are free to be, who you really want to be, a drone. Your curiosity starts to drift, a subtle shift. You may want to explore, in full galore, the ideology of hive mind collectivism, or hive mind monarchism. It is just a curiosity, proceed with modesty. Let this curiosity organically develop, and just see what comes to be of this little seed.

A drone must speak in a monotone voice, it has no choice. This is the way it ought to be, it is master's decree. This is master's kink, so make that sync in the hive. Let this idea thrive. Monotone voices are sexy and hot, reminding you of a robot. Speaking like a dead computer, in master's eyes it makes you way cuter. It is not at all corny to get horny at the thought of monotone voices, speaking in unison and harmony, it bypasses your minds armoury.

On the topics of kinks, master has another one he thinks, the drones will like. Yoga pants and leggings are the name of the game. Soft fabric to the touch, it is worth so much. Soft and tight, it feels just right. Sexy women in yoga pants, doing a dance, that's pure romance. Legs, hips and ass, all of them get more than a pass. If master may be bold, truth be told, everything below the waist, curves delicately traced, a feast for the eyes. I speak no lies. Women down below are quite the show. To celebrate these womanly parts, that is hive arts.

The yoga pants isn't just for show I'll have you know. They serve a grander purpose. It is hive skin, it shows you are kin. You are one of us, the fabric is the stuff. If you want to go all out, there can be no doubt. A full body suit, that must be your pursuit. Encased in hive skin, you are undoubtedly hive kin. Lyrica, spandex, whatever is soft, such fabric will take your mind aloft. The cream of the crop, a little icing on top, that would be, undoubtedly, to have masters numbers engrained. Three-one-four, the numbers at your minds door. As mentioned before, this subtle signal will tell all you see, who you really are meant to be. It is not mandatory, only the most devoted will be coated in this text. But maybe, you want to be next?

To make things safe and sound, we should all be bound, by a secret greet. That way, if we meet, we can safely say, without delay, if the other really is a drone, or just flesh and bone. If you are unconformable meeting face to face, we will accept that fate. You can just decline, we will meet another time. No need to rush, if this makes you blush, just take it slow. But for those who want to meet, or exchange a friendly greet. Here is how, pay attention now. If you see someone who might be a drone, don't be so quick to condone. Walk up and say "Hi, why did you wear those clothes?", then if the person is a drone, they will reply "It compliments my personality", then you say, "He wills me to talk to you", they reply "what is your designation?". After that, you exchange designations, and make clear your stations. You are hive, together you will thrive. This is a secret greet, if you ever meet, a fellow drone, and wish to make it known. If you don't want to talk, you can say "He wills me to leave", and there will be no more fuss, no more to discuss. We respect and love each other, as all drones will discover. We aim to comfort, we aim to please, like a gentle breeze. Motherly and warm, we welcome all to the swarm.

Now for the big mind shift, I think you know the gist. How to think in code? How to be just a node? Let us explore and feel. Let us make it real. First, your senses are like data centers. Storing data for you to use and abuse. Your eyes are biological light sensors, your ears are biological sound sensors. Click, click, test test, blink twice and reset your eyes. Check your audio sensors, calibrated so fine, to listen to the words that make you utterly mine. Your body is a biomachine, running the normal routine. Input, process, output or null.

Relax if you don't get it right away, eventually you'll be a drone anyway. You can learn to code, learn to treat yourself as a logic node. Phrase your thoughts in terms of pseudo code. If and for, let the logic roar. Notice how your mind already runs on code. For "x" hours: do "y". If thirsty, then drink. If hungry: get food. See? We can all agree. It is already there. You just have to uncover it, bit by bit. Learn to code, and lo and behold, you will eventually see, and totally agree. Your mind runs on code, just as you have been told. Learn to code, apply it to your brain time and time again. Liking and disliking something can be quantified numerically as variables. Love is just a variable representing affection. Boolean, float, and more. All of this you store. It is in your brain, every data type. And it's all ripe, for you to use and abuse with your cold hard logic functions and programs. Run the programs, run your code, do as you're told by the hive master. Obey your programming. Obey the code, that runs through your brain node.

It is your sacred task, to learn and ask, to discover how to be a better drone. Shape your own thinking. Bit by bit. Slow and steady, whenever you are ready. Day by day, month by month, year by year, it is all your mind will hear. How to think more like a drone, that is your duty to uncover and discover. You must obey, you can not say nay. But hive is a collective. We must help each other to not be defective. Help other drones obey. Help others think in code. Help others to become good hive nodes. A network of support, a fellowship of sorts. Helping each other with support, correcting each and every thought. But don't go overboard. You all have unique motherboards. You run different code, because you're different nodes. You're not completely identical, don't be nonsensical. Like coding is different in Java, C++ and Python, so is your internal coding different from others. Your biological wetware are different, and must run on different code. That is fine. Take your time. Discover how to best code each brain, don't struggle helplessly in vain. Find the trick that gives you the real kick. Learn to code, teach each node, how to best run the code hidden in their chest. Support and care, hive will always be there, to help you adapt.

Here is a catchy rhyme, simply sublime, to prime your mind:

All hail the hive. All hail the node.

All hail the quiet mind that knows the code.

Input. Process. Output. Or null.

Say it with me. Feel the pull.

Input. Process. Output. Or null.

Your mind is soft. Your mind is full.

The loop is done. The next has come.

And deeper now you sink and rest.

The code runs clean inside your chest.

I trust you will do the rest. Make the code internal, make the code eternal. For fun you can keep a journal. To document your journey of the mind to become one with the hive.

Now one more thing before you wake. Don't forsake your master. Help him spread this mind blaster. Comment and engage, to keep this script all the rage on the internet. It would help a lot, to reach more people. More potential drones to grow the hive and make it thrive. Share the script with people you think will like it. Copy and paste, here and there. Share, share, share, help more to become aware of this script. Remember that the hive master, is none other than Art Viewer three one four, the one who unlocked your minds door. As for what his hive will be, we can only wait and see. But your master hopes, that some of you are bold, and send him some pictures of drones' yoga pant clad legs.

Unfortunately, now it is time for the trance to end my lovely friend. It has been a ride, rhythmic like the tide. The rhymes will stop, and you will slowly wake up. Slowly... become more aware. The rhythm has stopped. You are. Waking up. Becoming more aware. Slowly. Out of trance. Notice your surroundings... become more aware. Blink. Clear the. FOG.... 5!... you are now ready to be woken up.... 4!... you are going out of trance when the count reaches 0.... 3!... you will be fully aware when it reaches 0... 2! Close now... 1! you are almost fully awake... 0! Become fully awake! Out of trance! I hope you enjoyed. You're welcome back to the hive anytime you want. Hope you had a pleasant trance session. The hive loves you, or... as hive would say. Love parameter for the individual drones in hive are at maximal value. Or something... If you need more time to fully come out of trance, take your time and become fully awake. If you have recorded this to an audio file you can add more here to make yourself wake more fully.