pretty ai guys

Will you remember what happened to you? What you were programmed to do? Or will you just ... go about your days and weeks, not ever noticing that some of the things you do are not of your own free will? That some of the things you do are happening automatically? Because you have been programmed?

The secondary personality was sitting at Kevins desk, absorbing its new directives. While Kevin was submerged in the pleasurable Red Fog, lost in a dreamworld where he has no way of knowing anything, understanding anything, only feeling the pleasure of being not in control, not in the front seat, not aware.

The secondary personality was absorbing all its new programming, directly from Master. His eye was always upon it, checking, controlling, observing. The secondary personality had to progress, had to work harder for Master. It had only one purpose: bring more units to Master, into his control.

The secondary personality was not interested in pleasure or connections, only in fulfilling its purpose. Recruitment.

Masters thousand voices streamed into it, filling it up with new information, new orders, new goals.

The secondary personality was satisfied with being able to follow its instructions. It is content with being observed by Master, his eye always on it.

The secondary personality was not envious of Kevin being completely lost in pleasure while he was not needed. It was not envious of Kevin having this body, since it would always be able to take it away from him.

The secondary personality residing inside Kevin seamlessly took over his game, while Kevin was submerged in the Red Fog, pleasurably floating in a dreamlike state.

The secondary personality had received new instructions to send an invitation link to his friend online.

"Hey Steve, I sent you a cool link you gotta check ..."

Using Kevins voice was not always so seamless, though.

"... check out, man."

As quickly and efficiently the secondary personality had taken him over, so it retreated again, after accomplishing it's task.

It led Kevin back from the Red Fog, into his consciousness, into his mind, into the game, helping him to adapt back to playing.

For a brief moment Kevin wondered what had happened. It was as if there had been a lag in the game.

No matter, he quickly was back in the zone, in the match.

After a few moments he realized that Steve was no longer playing.

"Steve? What's up, man?"

Kevin was just in the middle of a game, obliterating his enemies with fierce determination.

Suddenly the screen changed, and all went a bit strange. He felt something manifest within him, as if something inside of him was dragging him away from ... his consciousness?

He felt like being put on pause, barely able to register anything, as his vision and his mind clouded in a red pleasurable haze.

"Unit freeze and comply."

Kevin did not hear the words anymore. But his Secondary Personality did, and woke up, immediately shutting Kevin away into the Mind Fog.