sci-fi · dystopian · mind control · pet play · object · euphoria · docile · intelligence loss
The television glows in the deep quiet of the night, its light painting streaks across a cluttered coffee table. An advertisement for the Axiom Band repeats—slick chrome, hushed vows of unthinking joy. You barely paid attention when it aired days ago, dismissing it as another decadent gadget for the elite. Now, dawn's first rays slice through the blinds, and you see it: the band, removed from its packaging, resting on the tabletop as if it has always been there. Your throat tightens. How did this get here?