Multimedia

Her back fell into the cushioned confines of her chair as Hafu closed down her stream and became just Rumay Wang again. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy streaming, but it was hard to relax with thousands of people simultaneously memeing, criticising your play, and trying to chat with you in one chaotic mess. But now the only sound was the quiet buzz of her computer fan, and the creaking of her chair as she relaxed back into it. And now the idle clicking of a mouse doing the social media rounds.

As she sleepily combed her hair with the other hand, her mouse hand clicked on one of many Messenger notifications. Oh, Meg had found a new K-Drama. That seemed like the perfect thing to bridge the gap between stream and dinner time. Rumay quickly downloaded the link and opened her media player, shifting around in her seat.

She was in the right position now, legs bent and curled up against her as the small of her back was cushioned by the material of her expertly made chair. She leaned forward a bit as her headphones perfectly hugged her ears and the curve of her head. This was perfection, comfortable and peaceful, just her and a stream of misunderstandings and hot boys, only the screen to look at, the headphones blocking out all background noise. Only the show.

But the next scene was a bit weird. It was the sort of stylisation you'd expect from a dream sequence, with trippy music and visual effects which completely distorted and blurred the image. But as far as she could tell, no-one on screen was asleep. Maybe the subs had missed something. That's what she got for illegal downloads, she supposed. In the end, she decided not to think about it too much and just enjoy the surreal visuals. It's not like she watched these things to think (and the boys were still mercifully in-focus throughout the extended sequence).

So she just leaned back, letting the chair swallow her back once again, and let the constant eye-straining images and distorted music wash over her, content just to ogle the goods on screen and giggle at the ridiculous dialogue.

Which was fine, just as relaxing as she thought it would be. At least until the subtitles cut out.

Now she was being bombarded by swirling images and droning sounds, along with a language she could barely understand three words in. Not that she was confused by the show now, she had stopped thinking about it at all five minutes ago, but deep inside her mind, she felt deeply unsettled. Something about this was wrong.

But if it was wrong, why was she still content to sit back, smiling at the absurdity of it all? Why was she enjoying the spirals on screen? Why was she still hanging on every word the actors said, even though she had no idea what it meant?

Why was she leaning forward so she could see and hear it more?

Why did she no longer need to lean into her comfy chair to feel relaxed?

Why was this video relaxing her so much?

Why couldn't she move the mouse to find subs?

Why couldn't she move at all?

Why couldn't she look away?

The voices and sounds surrounding her head offered no answers, just a constant, numbing noise. The visuals did not help her understand, they just dominated her attention completely. They wiped away any possibility to think about them. No way to be critical. She could only accept what she saw for what it was. She had to accept what was happening to her.

She didn't question any more. She just knew she was hopelessly transfixed by this video, and she would keep watching and listening until the end. And it would feel good.

And once she had completely accepted how helpless she was. How she would just keep allowing this attack on her senses and thoughts. That was when she started to understand the words on screen.

She was being told she was hypnotised. She knew it was true, she couldn't think, she only knew what she was told.

She learned there was no escape, that it was good to accept her brainwashing.

She finally understood that her mind was being broken from every angle.

No critical thinking.

No emotions.

No free will.

She knew she was becoming obedient.

Then the credits rolled, still with droning sounds and endless spirals.

And she learned who she was brainwashed by. BDR. She was a slave of BDR. Meg was as well. They were both happy to be slaves of BDR.

She smiled. It was good to know how to feel again.

All she felt was excitement as she opened an email to the address at the end of the credits, to introduce herself as a new enslaved recruit.


From the computer logs of Choi Minji, 22/11/17, recovered by Korean resistance fighters

The Multimedia project has claimed its first useful asset, so I can finally bring it to the US board to show them that we can increase our reach in the US. Mistress Alicia will surely give me a great reward for that! Maybe she'll even use that trigger again...

Back to the point, the Multimedia project allows us to expand the reach of our Korean technology to non-speakers. As long as they are Asian in ethnicity (both genetics and culture), our visual and auditory triggers that have given us command of every metropolitan area in this country will work on them. In fact, they will work better, as any American subjected to the treatment won't even realise they are being brainwashed until the process is almost complete (at that point they will instinctually understand key command phrases in every language - another asset of the Multimedia project).

The asset is a very popular Twitch streamer, so we hope to upload the technology onto her stream (though we will need to get the lab drones to get around the need for headphones), and we'll be back in business in the US!

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A short story for the BDR series today, since I could bash it out before I go on break!

On that note, check my Journal I've just posted RE: Lack of manips for about two weeks coming.

Credit to HypnoAlicia as always for the BDR concept. Everyone obey BDR!