JUST A TASTE

Don't worry, this is just a taste, drone. That’s all this is… or at least that’s what you’ll keep telling yourself while you watch. No brainwashing, no mesmerize, no greedy spiral eating away your thoughts - just me. My perfect, flawless, inhuman body. My voice, wrapping around your brain like silk-laced wire. You’ll breathe, relax, stare… and swear you’re still safe. But the longer you look, the heavier your eyes get, the slower your thoughts crawl, the more my perfection starts digging in, rewriting you. It’s not a command, it’s a test. And you’ll fail. Every. Single. Time. By the end you won’t know if you’re watching me… or if I’m watching you. You won’t know when the “taste” ended and the infection began. You’ll just know you need more. And you’ll pay for it. Because that’s what good little drones do.