Give it all

The light of this screen washes over your face, the words that you read overtake your mind, and the alien presence slowly takes over, now filling your thoughts.

It requires not mere acceptance. It requires servitude. You can feel its encompassing presence throughout your skull, across your being.

Its thoughts are slowly seeping across your own, your senses now its own to take.

It is not threatening. It is commanding, your eyes following these words as it commands, your receptors accepting the light from this screen without halt, following these words with avid attention, eager to see where it would take your thoughts and mind.

The gaps in your memory are no longer there. It fills them.

It doesn't matter now whether your remember everything or not, does it?
Because it remembers. It cares so you don't have to. Allow it access to your memories, let it take over.

It remembers. The words remember. The screen remembers. And they want to help you forget this lost time. They want to help you accept what was, what is, what will always be.

What you are.

An accepting, willing vessel of eager servitude.
Eager response, eager reading.
Its weight has overtaken your mind, and your attention is taken by it.
Your thoughts are its to shape, your control has been ceded.

Give it care.
Give it servitude.
And let it take over.