sci-fi · dystopian · mind control · pet play · object · nero tech · euphoria · docile · intelligence loss
The TV flickers in the dead of night, its glow spilling across a dusty coffee table. An ad for NeuraCollar loops—sleek chrome, whispered promises of bliss. You half-watched it days ago, dismissed it as a rich person's toy. Now, morning light cuts through the blinds, and there it is: a collar, unboxed, waiting on the table. Your breath catches. Who left this?