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His expression starts to soften, and soon he is begging his captors to turn off the machine. He even calls out to me to help him, but I am still fastened to the wall and so all I can do is watch helplessly as he falls silent and still. His face becomes passive, blissful even, and his eyes glaze over, vacant. Finally, they close. He slowly, but eventually succumbs to the power of the machine. Yes, before my very eyes, he becomes submissive, pliable, and trusting and so he is easily brainwashed. The Doctor merely whispers quietly into his ears, and I have to listen as my commander and my old friend softly agrees with the mind altering words. He quietly agrees that he will obey his Master; that he must obey his Master. No, he never really had a chance. |
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