The process

You had signed the forms, told them what you wanted to happen. Now you just need to trust the process, and it will work...

CN: Brainwashing, dronification

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The lights in the brainwashing chamber flash on, forcing your eyes to close in the sudden harsh light. It had taken them long enough. A voice came through the headphones. “Okay, are you ready to begin? A new life awaits you, after the process has been completed.”

You rolled your eyes. Could they hurry up? You had signed the forms, you knew what came next, and you looked forward to it. “Yes, please. I’m ready.”

“Very well then. The process will start shortly. Enjoy, we look forward to seeing the new you.”

The lights in the room lowered, dimming, and then becoming a pattern that flowed around the walls. Lights that seemed to dart, and dance, never allowing you to follow any one for too long. This along was making your head spin, and then the voice began talking.

Soft, alluring, whispering promises, telling you to relax, to just listen. To trust the process. The process was what you needed. It was what you wanted. Telling you to let them in. Into your mind. To open yourself up to their control. It was what you desired.

The voices, combined with the lights spinning and spiralling around the room, caught in your periphery as they seemed to draw your gaze towards a point in front of you; were making your brain feel so very hazy. So very fuzzy. Your mind was struggling to keep up.

At a certain point, you couldn’t. The bombardment of the voice, no voices now. More were joining. You could feel their words beginning to program you. To train you. To remake and reshape and remould you into someone new. Something new.

The lights kept flashing, and you thought you could see figures, people, other drones, but it was only glimpses, and then your brain couldn’t tell if they were there or not. All you knew was that you could feel hands, and mouths upon your body, teasing, touching, delightfully tormenting.

Had your seat always been reclined back? You were looking up at the ceiling. The lights were pulsing. The voices were flooding your mind with suggestions, and programming. It felt good. It was good. You were good. You needed more. The process had begun.