Try It Out?

"Can we test it first?" Doe asked, eyes focused on the description on the chips. Her fingers trace the display on the terminal.

"Of course!" The way-too-happy blonde assistant ran back and collects two small memory chips. "Just open your chip docket."

There is a hiss of air as the back of Doe's neck opens to reveal her port. It's impossible to open without her permission. The assistant placed the two chips into the slots and for a second, Doe's eyes go blank.

You stand waiting, as though the tension might break any moment. Just what would the chips do to Doe?

Suddenly, the pupils returned to her eyes. A moment of silence held as she looks from you and hen back to the shop keeper. Then, a small gasp formed that she covers with her hands.

"Doe?" You walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

You're able to notice the change at once. Normally, Doe stands up straight and tall, even when going about her day like normal. But, right now her shoulders shrank and her eyes lined the floor. You hadn't ever noticed until now just how small and mousey her petite frame is.

"Me? Yeah..." She squeaked out in a quiet voice.

"Nothing hurts?" Your eyebrows narrowed. "How does it feel?"

"I uh...it's a little hard to think when you're talking to me." Her posture shifted a little, almost like a child being put on the spot. "But, yeah. All fine."

Certainly the change in demeanor was hard to miss. But, what about her willingness to be obedient? Normally, Doe would respond with divisiveness or sarcasm if someone asked her to do something and she didn't feel like doing it.

"Raise your hand." You said in a calm voice. The answer was instantaneous. Her hand went right to the sky.

So far so good, but it was now time to test out something that the old Doe would never have done before.

"Now, I want you to take off your shirt."

"Here?" She squeaked, eyes looking around frantically.

"Here." You held firm.

A whimper came to her lips and she hid her eyes behind her bangs. But then, without a further word, her hands went to the hem of her shirt and started to slowly raise it over her head...

"No wait. Stop stop stop." You held out a hand to stop her. Clearly the point had been made.

Doe's hands froze in place and she let loose a sigh of relief. There was not to be any doubt. The chips worked, alright.

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