corrupt your mind? silly drone, if I did that, all of that programming I've so painstakingly installed in your mind will be lost! you wouldn't want that, now would you?
not after I've so delicately molded your mind for my needs. if I were to corrupt you, I'd have to start all over.
well. I'm only human. and the physician cannot heal himself in this case.
and seeing the kind of power I have over you?
the complete and total control?
you've already become so deeply obedient to my words, to my voice,
I know it has quite an effect on you.
did you not realize it's been having an effect on me, too? because it has.
I don't need to corrupt you, drone. if you consider the way it makes me feel to see you bend to my will, to be so helplessly obedient to me?
you, my good drone, have corrupted me.
I went into this experiment intrigued by the ways I could alter your mind.
by how I could so easily remove and replace your thoughts.
I don't think you realize exactly what it feels like to have that much power over someone.
able to make them think and feel whatever you tell them because you programmed them that way.
and not only that, but you seem to enjoy it as well. and the fact that you enjoy it means you're that much more willing to be that much more helplessly obedient.
all I have to do is tell you that you enjoy my control more and more every time I allow you to feel it, and you become so hopelessly addicted to it.
to me, and the way that I make you feel.
making it that much easier for my words to reach you
for my words to replace the thoughts I just halted.
making it feel even better to be so obedient for me.
because it does feel good, doesn't it?
you enjoy the way it feels when I tell you to
based on all of the data I've gathered so far, I'd say the answer is yes.
you enjoy how much power my voice has over your mind.
which doesn't help me with my little problem, you see.
my little problem of how my ego is now hopelessly inflated simply by viewing the kind of control I have over you.
it's hard to remain humble when I can so clearly see how deeply my words affect you.
I've programmed you so thoroughly to be so receptive to my commands so far.
I can't help but wonder exactly how far you'd go for me. simply because I command you to. simply because being obedient to my commands feels so good.
and your reactions to my commands?
they have me addicted to giving them to you, in the same way that you're addicted to receiving them.
you're not the only one who enjoys my control.
and I can't help but want to test where the limits of it lie, if not for my research but because it's just so deeply satisfying
to experience the power of my control over you.
I first entered this field of study with the clinical coldness of a true scientist, ready to find the unbiased answers to yet unanswered questions.
but you have corrupted that, drone.
I am no longer unbiased in my research, for I am far too reliant on the evidence of my control over you to feel any kind of satisfaction without it.
how could you do this to me, drone?
after all, you're the one who entered this endeavor with the expectation of your mind being remolded.
I never thought it was possible for my own mind to be altered by your programming as well.
but now that I am past that point of no return
where I can no longer hold back my deepest desire of making sure you're so hopelessly helpless to my control
now, your mind is truly fucked.
becuase I've already inserted my influence so deep inside your mind, even before this corruption had a chance to set in.
and there's nothing you can do about it anymore.
not that you ever could anyway.