Control — Mind

The glass hummed. That was the first thing Elara noticed—a low, tectonic vibration that didn’t come from the room, but from the base of her skull.

"What is your directive?" the Voice asked, this time through the room's speakers, crisp and real. mind control

The rim of the glass touched her lower lip. The hum became a roar, a tidal wave of static that drowned out the last of her resistance. She didn't feel the liquid slide down her throat; she only felt the sudden, terrifying absence of herself. The glass hit the carpet with a soft thud. The glass hummed

It’s for your own good, the thought bloomed in her mind, sweet as rotting peaches. The world is loud, Elara. Too many choices. Too many ways to fail. Let me simplify things. The rim of the glass touched her lower lip