Thrall Thursday: 6112
Added 2023-11-16 15:00:04 +0000 UTCThe television squawked and the screen pulsed. A strange tone played over the speakers. Tomoko winced at the way it seemed to plunge like a pick into her brain. She wanted to rise, to change the channel, to turn the television off, but her muscles refused to obey.
The icepick feeling was replaced by a sense of something swelling inside her mind. Her own thoughts were crowded out by that tone, the pulsing images. She blinked it away, but each time her eyes opened, she found her head more hollow, more hungry for instruction. Finally, the tone stopped. Drone 6112 stood in her apartment, motionless, awaiting further instructions.
