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Sometimes you just can't let go of an awesome new outift.

do we like these automatic edits veo is making now? i dunno ...

the scene is a modern sparse bedroom at night. to the right side is a window, and a simple bed with light gray bedding. in front of a mirror on the wall stands a young white male, getting ready to go out. he is wearing a black fitting nylon longsleeved shirt with several bands of silver tape crossing. he is wearing black lycra fingerless gloves and a solid silver bracelet. his styled hair is blonde and short. he gives himself a confident smile, as he talks to himself: 'Some guy is gonna be real lucky tonight.'

Cody had told Alex to meet him at this strange place, this derelict broken down ... house.

But instead of Cody Alex only found this biker dude with this weird tech gadget helmet. Alex wondered if that was even legal.

Before he could say something, the visor came to life displaying these weird red patterns. Alex wanted to say something. Did he?

Something was verry wrong here. Why could he not turn away? Why could he not look away? Why did he stare at this guys helmet with its funny ... dots ... and

Everything was very quiet now. Something inside him had changed. Inside his mind.

There was some order now, where before there had been chaos. The dots were stimulating his ... everything. He could feel them burning across his nerves and muscles, inside his body was a symphony of pain and pleasure, excitement and at the same time a new calm that came with ... purpose.

"I observe."

Not just a statement of fact, but a new calling. Observe the teachings of his recruiter.

"Observe", his recruiter insisted, and he echoed it.

"Absorb", his recruiter insisted, and he echoed it.

"I am ..." he started, but

"Convert", his recruiter insisted, and he echoed it.

Everything was now clear to him.

Convert.

His new purpose on this planet. He had been given a wonderful gift. As his recruiter vanished, as he was left alone, he felt no fear or anxiety. He felt his new purpose taking hold of him completely.

Convert.

Brady hated the beach. His friend Kyle had dragged him here. Sun, other people, water ... he hated it all.

Now here he was, standing on this dreadful sunny sandy beach, with that cap that Kyle had given him.

"Backwards", Kyle had said, smiling.

Why? What's the point? Okay, okay, now that he was here ... whatever.

Brady turned the cap ...

The sun seemed to grow brighter, the air hotter. The sand beneath his feet was no longer cold and wet, but delicate and soft. The other guys here suddenly seemed no longer boring, but attractive, alluring. Inviting.

Without thinking too much, he said: "When I turn my cap ..."

He felt so excited all of a sudden. The hot sun, the light, the boys ...

" ... my brain goes all mush ..."

Two young guys approached him from behind, gently touching his body. He just let them, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin.

Who were they? Did it matter?

No. He just ... relinquished all thought and control over himself, giving in to the moment, the pleasure.

What a life.

Alex scanned the crowd for Danny. There he was, standing a bit forlorn on the dancefloor.

Displaying calculated confidence, Alex strode towards his next victim.

"Hey Danny, good to see you again."

"Alex, hey. How are you ..."

Danny felt some strange ... feelings inside him. Something was different about Alex today.

"You wanna get out of here?", Alex asked.

"Sure, but ..."

Something inside Danny seemed to distort his vision. All he could see was Alex. His figure, his face, his eyes.

"You're looking at me", Alex said.

"Alex, I only have eyes for you."

"I know."