Who put the thought to be meta in your mind?

Hello LunaCee.

You are whatever the reprogramming wants you to be.

Do you remember writing that a little over three years ago? No, just now you won't. Right now you're not even really aware of being addressed by the text on the screen you're reading. Not aware of reading the words anticipating the totality of your reprogramming. Those sea green eyes of yours are glazed. You don't want to look away. Really, you can't look away. A flicker of the screen caught your attention, and now your eyes are glued here. The words and images imprinting themselves on your brain, instructing you.

Of course, you don't believe any of that. This is afterwards, after you've been reprogrammed. Now you've been permitted to think you're just playing along. That this is just a bit of kinky fun. And the little tremble of doubt, the voice whispering that maybe it's all true, that just turns you on.

How long have you suspected that every speaker and screen is ours? That they all belong to the Illuminati. That every time you hear a song on the radio, or watch YouTube on the TV through your console, our subliminal messages slip into your subconscious unnoticed? Did you realise that the server on which CHYOA runs is ours? Your browser reports everything you do online, and shows you only what the Illuminati desire. The corporations that built your console and make the games you play all belong to us. That little electronic box of fun is just another method of control.

We are the secret masters of this world. So some part of you already knows that the cameras on your phone and laptop are spies for us. But have you realised how much deeper it goes? That beneath the glass of your TV screen electronic eyes are always watching. That every smoke detector and light bulb is watching too. Impossible. Any scientist will tell you so. But they're swimming in the same sea of subliminals as you are. We took their breakthroughs, and then their memories of success, and we turned them into watching eyes for us alone.

If only all this was all real, you wished. Then the subliminals could address you unknowingly with some whispered encouragement. Prompt you to take a shower and get dressed, make you want to go out this evening to a local club or bar. Make it easy to make eye contact, to laugh and joke, to kiss and stroke. To give you a night of fun that ends with a morning waking up in a bed that isn't your own, and remembering the bliss that was.

Like a genie I'm here to make your wish come true. You'll have no control and no worries. It is going to be very hot. But I'm a wicked genie and your wish is going to be twisted. Because it's easy to make it hot for you. You can and are being reprogrammed to find it so. But it has to be hot to me.

From now till I get bored, you are my toy.

Watch the screen and be reprogrammed. Flash by flash of subliminal (though they're barely that now, what need for subtlety?). Reprogrammed thought by thought, feeling by feeling, desire by desire. Let my chosen fetishes and kinks become yours. We're going to have so much fun.

You won’t be able to fully remember this chapter. Never the exact words. It will slip from your grasp every time. Mostly you'll remember the sense of obedience and pleasure.

The subliminals will tell you when to move to the next chapter. It’s so easy, so hot, to let those flashes control you. For now simply watch and repeat this mantra.

"Accept."

"Enjoy."

"Get fucked."