Abigail and Colette need a lot of help with math. Fortunately, their friend Mitch has the solution in the form of a headset that can help them learn anything they need to at a remarkable rate… but it’s not limited to teaching them facts and figures. This story is a prequel to Beta Tested, but is intended as a standalone story as well.
[Warning: this 21300-word short story contains depictions of mind control and brainwashing, both subtle and overt.]
Excerpt: “Right now,†Mitch said, “Your brain is completely conscious. You’re awake. NINA is just intercepting the signals your brain would send your body. Instead of moving my arm out there,†he waved his arm, “I’m moving my arm in here. In the training mode, it pushes you into an altered mental state, one where your brain is much more receptive to new information. It skips past your conscious ability to filter what it’s told and just adds facts to your subconscious.†Receptive. Skips Past. I wasn’t sure why that sounded so good, but I pushed it aside and asked, “So it programs us?†“Right!†Mitch nodded and smiled, “It hypnotizes the user to get their brain into the correct theta brain wave state, then it supplies information. Memory retention is phenomenal. What we’re doing now is like a lecture, but your Lessons program your brain almost like a computer.†Hypnotized. Program My Brain. I could feel my cheeks burn, and wondered if the game rendered that sort of detail as readily as my arm moving. Maybe Mitch couldn’t tell that all of this was turning me on. I hoped not. My fingers clenched reflexively at nothing, and I wanted him to put me under even more. At the same time, a little voice in the corner of my mind was very insistent that I needed to push back: I Must Not Submit To Hypnosis. The thought was very clear to me, but I couldn’t say why. I’d never seen someone hypnotized except on TV. All the same, I felt very clear about that. I asked, “So you can make me think I’m a cow or chicken or something?†Mitch swiveled in the chair and looked up at me. He said, “You know I would never do anything like that. You know you can trust me. I’m your Teacher.†Trust Him. My Teacher. I could hear the words echo in my brain, in Mitch’s voice. My mouth opened before I could think about it again, “Trust… you…†I blinked and asked, “What are you doing to us?â€