Oh yes, disturbing information

A wry smile creased his lips; he’s never struck me as intimidating till this very day – somehow, sitting with your arse on fire, kneeling with his jizz splattered across your face, can do that to your perception of a man I suppose. Still, I could almost hear that smug tone of his as he was about to enter another geek-pep-talk about whatnot.

“You’re equipped with a 4G connection, each time the chip registers you fall asleep it will search for information on the Internet for your current role and bombard your flashbulb memory with various pictures, video clips, and details – while stimulating the amygdalae during the night and active sessions, effectively training your brain to find this highly erotic. To summarize, the longer you’re kept in a given role, the easier you’ll find slipping into it. Pretty cool, huh?”

Putting aside a few rudimentary commands, this was some of the plainest Japanese he’d spoken since I woke up. Right now it was just painful, but later it would subsidize pleasure?