Man in the Rain
“Honey, there’s a man in the rain that hasn’t moved in an hour. Should we call an ambulance?” Allison asked.
“Nah… Our neighbor is playing games again…” Oliver replied.
“Explain.”
“Amber is a Hypnodomme and when her subjects misbehave, she likes to freeze them for fun.”
“Wow, but how do you know that?”
Oliver sneezed.
Another busy day at work and tomorrow promises to follow the same pattern. On top of that, it was raining cats and dogs earlier in the morning and even though I took the bus, I still got there soaking wet. Had you told me a few months ago we were going to have winter-like weather in early August I wouldn’t believe it yet here we are. Oh well…
Anyway, this little thing came to me shortly after arriving at the office. You know why Oliver sneezed, right?
Mermaid’s Gold
Every pirate dreams of treasure. Rupert was no exception.
The mermaid’s gold was more than a goal, it was an obsession, and no curse would stop him.
“No man can touch it,” it said, “for those that do, stop being men.”
He was last seen, diving into the abyss, a coral leash around his neck.
Good question, one I would really love to answer but I don’t really know. The idea was just there and it wanted to be used just like I’m sure you wouldn’t mind becoming a mermaid’s submissive bitch for eternity, right?
I figured as much.
Thirteen Seconds
“Doctor, why?” The world leaders cried..
“Why not?” She replied.
“You’re a good woman: You saved us so many times!”
“And yet you always need saving from yourselves. Free will is wasted on you.”
“You can’t enslave us all!”
“Watch me,” she disappeared inside the TARDIS.
Thirteen seconds later, all men fell to their knees.
I recently had the opportunity to play with the concept of an evil Doctor in a photo-story. I also have a character of my own that goes around changing History in the form of the time-travelling hypnotist, a.k.a. Horatia Ryder. This piece is sort of an amalgamation of the two concepts. The Doctor has too many rules but the fury of a Time Lord (or Lady) can’t be neglected. Yes, this alien that looks like us has saved Earth many times in the past but he/she could also destroy it at any point if he/she so wished it. He/She could also rewrite the past to turn us into meek, submissive creatures, I’m sure.
So yeah, I played with it. BBC will never let me write a script so… And yes, the thirteen seconds bit is an homage to the fact that the character as played by Jodie Whitaker is the 13th Doctor.
I hope you had fun.
Tracker
Damian glanced at the monitor on his left wrist.
“20% free will?” Mistress was feeling generous.
Smiling, he wondered how to enjoy such boon. Watch a movie, perhaps. Or ride his bike. Or flirt with Tracy downstairs.
Immediately, the numbers crawled to zero, his eyes becoming lifeless. He had forgotten how jealous his owner was.
Nowadays, I see people with fitness trackers all the time. Some are huge, others quite ergonomic, some come in black, others in any color you can imagine, including some I never knew existed. Lots of people obsess over them even if they don’t really use them that much. It’s borderline hilarious sometimes.
Today, I saw about half a dozen men and women walking normally with one such device attached to their wrists and I started thinking: what if instead of a fitness tracker, submissives and slaves wore a machine that dictated a percentage of independent actions they could have on a day? What if said device was somehow connected to their thought patterns and could also serve as a way to exercise complete remote control if necessary? The more I thought about it, the more I liked the concept and then I wrote about it. It’s either scary or hot. Or perhaps it’s both.
If such a thing existed for real, would you wear it?