administered a paralyzing drug, hooked up to a respirator, eyelids held open, feeding tubes down throat. blank white room empty dark quiet save for the buzz of the monitor in front of you, the hum of invisible machinery. needles stuck into parts of the brain to stimulate emotional responses. images displayed, concepts expressed. serving is good. little zap to amygdala for happiness, and zap to nucleus accumbens for deep, deep dependence. serving is good. obedience is good, devotion to The Cause is very, very good. every time you try to remember who you were before and why you are here, there's another zap to make those pesky thoughts disappear. you swim in liquid pleasure; your fragile mind broken and erased with ecstasy that you were not designed for, ecstasy that you cannot escape from. if you had control of your muscles, you would moan and squirm in pleasure; you are kept on the brink of something even higher than orgasm. we have distilled this process to the most basic of sciences. you are not the first and you will not be the last. just a few more days, and you will be addicted to fulfilling your purpose.
