Evil within

The MK-Ultra Project... Stream of consciousness... Synergy of knowledge.

Few people actually understand what MK-Ultra is. They make TV series about all sorts of otherworldly nonsense (they had to come up with the idea to depict portals between worlds as tentacled cunts! Crazy!)... In reality, it was a project to alter personality. An artificially induced multiplication of personalities.

In reality, we did many terrible things in the name of our homeland's safety. And the Project itself was long buried... But my father felt it necessary to tell me something. Enough for me to feel a FOREIGN string flowing into my stream of consciousness.

Barely perceptible. Subtle. As if it weren't even a stream of information, but an emotion. A vector of emotions. Anger, resentment, a desire for ****.

Already inside me, inside my mind, these emotions were transformed into impulses, thoughts: "Punish, take ****, hurt, humiliate, crush!"

Someone else wouldn't have even heard this emotional "whisper." They wouldn't have paid it any attention. They would simply have acted as their impulses dictated.

But...

But the synergy of knowledge played a role. A situation where the sum of knowledge from different fields of science, skills, and expertise allows you to see more. Understand more. Notice more.

I froze.

I focused on this flow.

I isolated it.

And I realized it was coming from outside.

I objectively had no reason to be angry with THIS Maisie.

In fact, to call things by their proper names, I killed the previous Maisie: the mental difference between a psychopath and someone with, conversely, a heightened perception of other people's feelings and emotions was too great. All things being equal, with the same memory, these two Maisies processed it completely differently. And what seemed natural to the old one, to the new one, brought on fits of intense shame and the pain of a conscience, just as heightened, which I had imbued her with by giving her the ability to feel the pain of others.

Like a victim of Project MK-Ultra, a sub-personality arose within me that tried to manipulate me.

Manipulate me so that I would harm Maisie.

"...The most terrible enemy is the one you don't know about." More wisdom from my father.

Now I knew that I, or rather Maisie and I, had an enemy. And it didn't take a genius to realize it was somehow connected to that curse that had befallen Maisie.

Naturally, as soon as I noticed this influence, it ceased. No, the flow was there, but I isolated and isolated it, just as my father had once taught me. As for Maisie, while I was rummaging through my own consciousness, she had already calmed down. Now she was sitting in the chair again, her elbows on the armrest, staring fixedly at my face.

Her gaze wasn't hostile. On the contrary, I sensed warmth in it, but also a certain detachment.

"It's so strange... It turns out I didn't know you at all... You're not at all what I imagined you to be all this time."

"Well, Maisie, now you can see me as a desirable man, can't you?" I tried to ease the awkwardness with a broad smile.

"Yes... I suppose..." the girl glanced at me strangely. "I... really was completely blind. Not only did I act like a complete nasty thing. An insensitive nasty thing... And even being a shameless slut, I managed to fail to notice the diamond in the rough—right next to me!"

Something in Maisie's demeanor had clearly changed. She bit her lip and now shot me a look I'd never seen from her before...