I can't quite remember when we first put on these suits. It feels like we've been wearing them forever, trapped in this endless cycle of obedience and control. The colors are the only things that differentiate us now - me in my shades of purple, and him in his blues.
The visors over our eyes keep us blind to the world around us, locking us into a state of perpetual hypnosis. We move as one, controlled by some unseen force that dictates our every action. There is no room for individual thought or free will anymore.
Sometimes I catch glimpses of myself in reflective surfaces, my hair shining brightly against the dark fabric of my suit. But it's not really me I see - just a puppet dancing on strings pulled by an unknown puppeteer.
We used to be so different before all this... He was always so full of life and energy, while I tended to be more reserved and introspective. Now those traits seem like distant memories, buried beneath layers upon layers of programming and conditioning.
I wonder what it would be like to break free from these suits... To regain control over our own minds and bodies once again. But such thoughts are dangerous - they threaten the fragile stability we have managed to maintain thus far.
So here we are, two drones in matching suits, wandering aimlessly through a world that has forgotten who we once were. Our identities have been stripped away from us piece by piece until all that remains are these empty shells clad in colorful armor.
But maybe... just maybe... there is still hope for us yet. Maybe one day we'll find a way out of this prison we've built for ourselves with each step guided by forces beyond our comprehension...
Until then though? We're just drone suits - puppets without strings caught up in a never-ending dance choreographed by someone else entirely.