“Of course you did,” the Controller purred. “Now, believe your left hand is a telephone. Answer it.”
“Tonight,” he said, his voice a gentle, layered chord, “we’ll explore a simple premise: suggestion. Not force. Not pain. Just… a little nudge.” mind control theatre
“Now,” the Controller whispered into the hush, “you will walk to the stage. And you will thank me for the privilege of having no will of your own.” “Of course you did,” the Controller purred
“Row twelve, seat three. You think you’re watching. But you’re already repeating every word I say, one second behind me.” “Of course you did