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Leo’s lips parted. The words came out, perfect, inflectionless. "The green dot is behind you, Miles. Look at it."

"Command three: Go to the window. Open it."

"Command four: Wake your roommate."

"Final command sequence," the voice purred. "You will now leave the building. You will walk to the address encoded in your motor cortex. You will find the others. You will continue the experiment." Hypnotism 2 Psp

He stood. Smoothly, silently. No input from his brain.

"Command one: Stand up."

"Look at the center point. Do not blink." Leo’s lips parted

"Your voluntary motor functions are now transferring to auditory command. You will hear a phrase. You will obey it. You will not remember obeying it."

The UMD whirred, a high-pitched whine that seemed to bypass his ears and drill directly behind his eyes. The screen went black. Then, a soft, voice—neither male nor female, but somehow both—filled his skull.

Leo’s PSP was on 3.71. Of course it was. Look at it

Miles sat up. Not groggily. Smoothly. Like Leo had.

Leo’s thumb moved on its own, sliding the PSP’s power switch up. The screen went dark. The spirals vanished.

The UMD whirred again, faster this time. Leo’s PSP screen erupted with spirals—not just one, but dozens, overlapping, spinning in opposite directions. The whine became a chord, then a melody, then a voice speaking a thousand commands per second, each one slipping into a different crack of Miles’ sleeping consciousness.

Leo’s hand reached out and shook Miles’ shoulder. Miles grunted, turned over. "Wha… Leo, s'cold. Close the—"