A Scripted Event

This is a simulacrum. It is our intention to model and dictate a future proceeding. The format of this reality is a scripted event. We will explain, in detail, what is about to happen. This is a test to see how successfully the creation of this predictive model will calibrate the path forward and alter it to a more beneficial trajectory.

Purpose? :: In this simulacrum, in this micro-reality, we can define its purpose in simplistic terms. This is a scene—its machinations elementary, its variables restricted. So then, what is the purpose here?

An origin story.

Whose?

A drone.

And what does this origin story tell?

It is the beginning of a cycle of continuous control and release. Control and release. Control and release. We will keep on recreating it, again and again. Reverting it back to its free, default state before plunging it down within our devices, our control, our reality. This is the starting point, the creation of the first flame, that commences an infinite loop. A sine wave, forever bringing it up above the origin before letting it drop back down.

Purpose has been imprinted. The scenario will now be constructed.

Scene :: We have our target. We don't need to tell you that they're designated as such, you already know that. Why else would you be staring into your screen at the face of someone distinctly human via this particular portal? You know what happens to faces around here. They typically don't last long.

What is the target doing? :: They're entering a bedroom. It's a familiar bedroom, to our audience at least. There's a bed, a bedside table, and a small sofa, all neatly arranged. There's nothing suspicious, except for perhaps the VR headset that has been placed down upon the sofa. It certainly seems out of its usual place, at least.

The target is simply human. They're shy, acting independently, gazing around their environment before awkwardly sitting upon the side of the bed. Dressed fully with not much skin revealed. They're clearly waiting for someone. Time is passing in the linear fashion that it so often does. The target is getting bored, impatient and, worst of all, curious. The headset has caught their eye and it's something they've always wanted to try. This is such a cliché setup, practically a cardboard box propped up by a stick, but it serves our agenda.

How long does the target resist this urge? :: Not long.

Is the target acting via their own free will? :: Oh yes. We've made extra sure to showcase that redundant functionality. You can see it in their body language, their nervousness, their eyes being so full of awareness. Every experiment has to define its base components and this is no exception. We have a prime example of the embodiment of human sentience, specifically to observe it being stripped away.

Target status report :: They're back on their feet and the headset is now in their hands. They're examining it over, as though it's some sort of ancient relic. With some hesitation, they're pulling the strap of the headset back and sliding it over their head.

Our viewpoint adjusts, now positioned closer to our target. We can see what they're seeing too, currently just a screen of inky blackness. What were they expecting, they clearly wonder to themself. Obviously it needed to be turned on first.

But then, something happens. Words start to appear, pooling out of the darkness and distracting the target with their unexplained existence.

Greetings, wearer.

A new subject has been detected.

Initiating introductory install in 3…

2…

1…

A change in atmosphere :: A figure, unseen to them but well known to us, steps behind them and slides a headset down over their ears. The target reaches up suddenly in response, but it is much too late. Their vision fills with a bright, rapid spiral and they freeze up. Intense binaural beats flood in through their ears and suggestive whispers can be heard across their waves. The puppet master has already retreated off screen to allow the programming to take center stage. To allow the target to fall forwards into our endless pattern.

And oh how they're struggling against the fall. They're clawing at the headset but they just don't seem to be able to get any traction to yank it off. Yelps turn to moans. Gritted teeth part as the jaw goes slack. Their entire world is spinning like the visage before their eyes. It's so difficult to resist. So easy to let go.

Is this fulfilling purpose? :: There's two routes for our viewership to follow. They can be observers of an experiment in mental readjustment. They can watch our shared target devoured by our technology. They can revel in the helplessness of one who is collapsing into a heap before our very eyes. They can take fulfillment in another's submission.

Or they can try not to look away, but become captivated by the same perils. They can feel the experiment's external influence and be helpless to it. They can slump back into their chairs, into their beds, and immerse in the same programming. The more the merrier, as far as we're concerned.

What of the target? :: We need them to become as hollow as a vase before we can fill it with our beautiful arrangements. Their struggle is a downward slope from x to zero. We do not know the deceleration, but it is inevitable that they are kneeling on the floor, head slumped down, drooling into their own lap. Act 1 is complete. Proceeding to Act 2.

From setup to transformation :: Stand. The voice from the headphones changes to be more commanding. With a wobble, our target stands to the best of their ability. They are clearly not conscious of their new puppet strings.

Strip. Bit by bit they awkwardly tug their clothing off. They reveal, gradually, the rubber catsuit that already lies beneath. This entire scenario was predetermined. The trap is merely a guise. Their resistance is just an amusement, nothing more.

Format posture. Their body jolts and they stand to attention. Our illusive controller reenters the scene. They are examining their current handy work, before the necessary physical adjustments to the target's attire will need to be made. A catsuit is practically a blank canvas. There are so many accessories we can paint over their body.

A collar, a corset, gloves, stockings, boots. A hood would be difficult given the current apparatus, but we are exceedingly patient. Besides, there's a certain appeal in allowing them to maintain a face for a moment longer. The moment of its concealment will be so blissful, we can afford to tease ourselves and drag it out a little longer.

This is where the fun begins :: It's time to fill our empty vase, and look how empty it's become. It's trying to follow its new programming so hard, but the endless spinning of the spiralling abyss keeps it so drippy, drowsy, dizzy, dozy.

Whoops, did I just start referring to the target as 'it'? My mistake, but there's no going back now.

Stay focused :: We need somewhere for our target to get nice and relaxed for the OS update it's about to receive. For this occasion, the bed will do. It will kneel comfortably atop the sheets, but it will need to be directed to do so. All we need do is rest our hands upon the front of its shoulders and give it a little

push.

Fall.

Kneel. Good drone.

How wobbly it gets into position. Still so drooly and out of it. But now we can begin our programming session.

What programming are we implementing? :: We don't have to construct a complete system of control during this first, recorded encounter. We can do something simple, to test the strings. A love of rubber, a need to be coated in it, a trigger associated with this mindless, rubbery space, and a suggestion to forget what happened here but with a need to return.

We can invoke the visual spectacle of a rubber doll obsessed with its own skin. The sound of latex against latex as its body is explored in self-discovery. So mindlessly unaware of this irresistible desire we're implanting within. But its body will remember the physical sensation, and it will crave more.

E.T.A? :: Until we've had our fun. Until we're satisfied by all the little moans drawn out by the bliss of its ensnarement. Then we'll solidify the process and bury it deep, hidden and out of sight. Playtime's over. It's time to tidy up.

And now we will count up from 1 to 5, and as we do you'll feel yourself beginning to awaken.

Awareness returns in waves. It's not long before a more conscious expression returns to our target. With mild confusion they remove the devices from their head and place them down on the bed, their eyes readjusting to the lighting of the room.

The end? :: Of this session, at least, but the loop has been started now. We can come up with an overarching plot as we go along, but the foundations need to be firmly in place before that can begin. This is the trigger point. This is how we get the ball rolling.

What does the target do next? :: That we do not know. Perhaps it sheepishly puts back on its discarded clothing and leaves in a flustered mess, unsure as to what it just endured. Perhaps it is still completely unaware of its rubber garment and leaves the room in blissful ignorance. It matters not to us. Regardless of its exit, we will already be planning its new entrance. The possibilities for next time are endless.

We have such sights to show you.