#subject

[thenumber1superspecialguy]

Lil mini comic of the cashier's pov of chapter 5 of subject, just so you get what he was seeing😭😭

I actually made this a long time even before iwictty was over, but redrew it recently :3

Here's the old version:

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

Her name is Princess.

Subject has always had a fascination with hypnosis. Subject is also incredibly easy to drop, program, and modify. When paired these two traits can sometimes leave Subject exploring situations in which I do not have full control and that could be potentially damaging for Subject.

Within the hypno community (As I'm told) there are certain files that were created without the listener's best interest, and to be rather malicious in how deep they sink their hooks. Just the name can be a trigger so I'll just leave it as the B-files.

Of course Subject in their reckless exploring found these files. Princess was created at first just to "deal" with these files. She started as just a small program to activate if the B-files became a problem.

This at the time was one of my more complicated programs. I wanted a method to debug as it were, something to make it easy to interface with Princess. So I started small. Because Subject has an inability to talk while under trance, I gave Princess a voice by giving her a measure of awareness. When I called for her, Subject's memories would pause, and the program would take over. Princess could access any memory, any thought. She was Subject's psyche given voice.

She confirmed being able to feel the B-files. As Princess told me she was able to put all the triggers into a nice box and seal it away. She told me it was something she could let out and put away whenever I liked.

This was interesting. When I created Princess as a program I gave her pride. Ego. If I wanted something strong enough to protect, it need to feel a little full of itself I reasoned. I hadn't however, given her any programing on how to deal with her...Rival. When Princess found the B-files spreading in her territory she sealed it away in a box like it was nothing.

This is where I think the programing began to evolve. More often I would summon her out not to make sure the B-files were under control, but to talk. To play.

Do you know how much fun it is to tell someone you're going to erase them and they know you could? She was just a program. It would be nothing to set Subject under and unwind all the things that hold her together. I'd threaten that in her ear and watch the panic and excitement blossom behind her eyes.

When Subject returns they have no memory of time passing, of the conversations we had.

Princess earned the nickname Tattletale here. If Subject misbehaved, or stepped out of line, it was an easy matter to find out the severity of the infraction and address it with Subject.

Not just infractions. Memories. Fantasies. Oh you thought you could keep it a secret you have a crush on the new weed girl?

Overtime the programing became more of a person. Subject was thinking of Princess more often, I'm told even having conversations here and there. At times Princess would sometimes comment something about work, or somebody she was dealing with. At the time just a disembodied voice radiating with a more refined voice than their inner monologue has.

I start to brush across limits however. Princess couldn't exert control unless I called her out. She was still just a voice so at times she might fade out and become less effective or quite. If I didn't interact regularly with her, sometimes there would be long start up times, or I'd need to rebuild parts of her programing.

To address this, first I gave her a body. I built a mental image of her using Subject's views of feminine perfection. I siphoned off some of Subject's pride, made Princess' voice carry deeper authority and strength. Then I gave her a throne. Something fit for royalty. I carved it in the back of Subject's mind. Something Subject couldn't ignore, or escape. Like a collar just slightly too tight. Always that pressure for Subject.

From her throne Princess was given more power, more control. I gave her the methods to carve simple tools for her own use. The first I helped her make. A dial that could reduce Subject's mental facilities. Something that, due to Princess' earlier insulation, left her unaffected. This worked fantastically as Princess has a much better idea of what Subject views as "dumb".

Imagine there's an emotionally sadistic woman in your head sitting on a throne. At any point she can reach out, turn a dial, and leave you a babbling idiot. Unable to do anything but smile and giggle. Basic questions going over your head.

On her own Princess later created puppet strings. From her fingers to all the parts of Subject's body that she wanted to control.

Did Subject sass too much? Suddenly their jaw snaps shut as strings yank it close. Next they fall to their knees in pouting supplication. Or Princess will force them to disrobe and put them in deeply vulnerable and humiliating positions. Just for my amusement.

Those secrets she used to come out and share? Subject was now forced to vocalize themselves.

I wanted more. I was curious how much Princess could grow. At this point I added to her code. I gave Princess' desires beyond the ones that had naturally developed. Princess was given need, given lust and desire, given want, all by binding it up with Subject's own. I also gave Princess the same feelings of protection that Subject believes I hold for it.

At this point I've already given Princess deep levels of control with Subject. She had not abused them in any meaningful way. So I gave her more. I gave her the same root commands I have. She can override any of Subject's memories, feelings, or actions. She can force subject to bark or howl, or even let out the cutest "baaas". She can render subject deaf and blind or reduce them to a sobbing mess.

Bodily functions. Emotions. Memory. Subject is fully at the mercy of a creature that watches their every movement, that can watch every thought they have.

Subject rolled their eyes at a joke I told and Princess shocked them like I had used the prod.

Subject tried to hide something embarrassing and could only taste ash until they told the truth.

Subject tried to climb on top of me for play, only to have their body stolen and to wake up used and spent with no memory of how it happened.

Subject told me they would be lonely without Princess.

Subject uses "We love you."

Happy to take any questions. This has been evolving for 2 years so I'm sure I missed a detail.

[melona-na]

It’s 2026 but Supergiant’s Transistor continues to live in my brain rent-free. It’s a beloved old dog i refuse to let go of. I’m taking my love for this game to the grave. I am going to drag it to the present. Transistor has, in my opinion, one of the best-written romances that just. Haunts you. To this day I’ll be doing something and out of nowhere think of Red and The Boxer, and hope that they’re together, happy and in love in their sunny wheat field (which is? A weird cloud data afterlife? but whatever). Case in point: me writing this post out of nowhere.

I love how they wrote Red and The Boxer’s story, and how it was very much a show don’t tell thing. I mean, come on, you start with SPOILER 🚨 the boxer’s dead body without knowing how fucking important he is or what happened. You had to work to get all the details but it was so fucking worth it. Also preferred over spoon-feeding because learning about their past brick by brick just added to the overall experience ＿|￣|○ to this day, i cannot find a book or any other media with romance in it that i like as much as Red and The Boxer’s love story.

Transistor really gave us gut-wrenching YEARNING with a sci-fi backdrop, music built into the world-building, and a soft-spoken sword boyfriend. It was fucking devastating at times but they played with my crybaby heartstrings so well. Transistor no one does it like you

Also. Again. The music. Hades and Hades II both have bangers in them, sure, but truly Paper Boats is built DIFFERENT. I still have it in my most played. Darren Korb put his whole korbussy into that damn track and nothing beats listening to Ashley Barrett belting it while Transistor’s credits rolled (and you got more crumbs of Red and The Boxer’s history). Core memory. Wish I could experience that for the first time again.

Anyway yeah PLAY TRANSISTOR

[philosophybits]

The philosophical self is not the human being, not the human body, or the human soul, with which psychology deals, but rather the metaphysical subject, the limit of the world — not a part of it.

Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus

[blueberryjuicer]

Subject seems to be progressing normally. Blue color has spread evenly. Stomach is growing at a steady pace.

Sub- yes, we went over this. Subject's thighs are starting to swell.

Yes, you're turning into a blueberry. Or at least filling with enough juice to become round like one.

Subject seems unaware of the contract they signed. Or maybe the juice is causing memory lapse. Potential MRI when fully ripe?

What now? Yes, this was briefed in that packet. Yes, the really long one.

Subject's backside has also started growing, giving them a more rounded shape.

What ar-N0! Don't Touch me! Why-? *sigh* *groan* not again...

Subject A's limbs are growing into their body as they round out.

Subject *B* can feel the juice start to spread throughout his body and is setting down this recording device so that he can continue to document his notes when he loses his grip.

[thirdity]

Thanks to the machinery of the virtual, all your problems are over! You are no longer either subject or object, no longer either free or alienated — and no longer either one or the other: you are the same, and enraptured by the commutations of that sameness. We have left the hell of other people for the ecstasy of the same, the purgatory of otherness for the artificial paradises of identity.

Jean Baudrillard, The Transparency of Evil: Essays on Extreme Phenomena

[cosmonautroger]