An Antique Music Box: Brainwashing

The man dropped the music box device on the ground and booked it out of there. Geoff was beyond confused, questions rattled around his mind:

Why did this man drop the music box?

What even was this box?

Who the hell was that guy?

Why did he have the box?

Questions he hoped he’d figure out soon enough. He looked at the music book laying on the ground; took five seconds to analyse it, picked it up then pocketed it for a later Geoff to think about

As soon as Geoff arrived back to his designated squatting spot he took the music box out and gently began to try to lift the lid. As Geoff did so the seal around the box lid broke and a sharp pain was felt in Geoffs hand, it felt as though it had been pierced by a searing hot needle - in fact after careful examination that’s exactly what he’d been poked with. He looked down at the box in his lap and saw a small inscribed message on the interior of the lid, it read:

“The Music plays, Find yourself some slaves”

And Geoff, well he was elated by this inscription, like a child on Christmas Eve Geoff giddily awaited the return of his fellow squatters.