Cold War

Matt's job was a boring one, especially with the cold war long since over. Officially, he was a cataloguer of intelligence, but in reality that meant that he sorted through a bunch of 40-year-old propaganda, labeled it as propaganda, and tried to resist being indoctrinated into the benefits of the Soviet Union. Truthfully, his measely paycheck at the end of the week was a better argument against capitalism than any that the dead Soviet Union could produce. Government jobs had stability, but not the best paychecks.

During the collapse of the Soviet Union, the West (read: CIA) had collected intelligence from hundreds of abandoned posts throughout the dissolving Union--too many to adequately catalogue it all. Now, with computer technology, it was left to analysts like Matt to document it, log it into a searchable database, and try to figure out how tank positions from forty years ago could be useful today.

Today, Matt was running a text recognition script on documents pulled from a captured laboratory. The program identified some keywords, some of which Matt scrapped, and then he gave the document a quick pass through. He had learned Russian in school, never knowing that it would qualify him for a thankless job later. To be honest, his Russian wasn't great, but it was infinitely better than most Americans.

Every now and then, Matt came across something funny. Today happened to be one of those days. This was a walkthrough of the attempted mind control operations of the Soviet Union from this specific lab. This type of thing came up every now and then, with some off-the-wall bad-science-fiction idea getting funding because it might have been the silver bullet to defeat the West.

Matt read through it, marked a few keywords, and then paused. Something sounded familiar about this. Why?

Matt ran a search on the database for "Mind Control" and found a couple other articles that he had classified at some point or another. They were from different years and different places. Each claimed to have marginal success, but that was expected. If you weren't successful, you didn't get funding. There were definitely some feet on the scales when it came to reporting results.

But there were a few elements of one older document that aligned to the one he had open now. They indicated a pattern of lights, overlaid with commands. They even described the same pattern, with a few minor differences. That was weird. The later paper probably borrowed from the former, but they were written very differently and the latter seemed to imply no reference to the prior. Interesting.

Matt pulled a few other documents. They each appeared to be from different countries and reporting up to different officials. Was it possible that similar works were commissioned at different times, but lost in the various branches of bureaucracy? But that would imply that there was some merit to this, given that they arrived at similar results.

Matt found one passage that talked about the limitations of the method. Apparently, the method was impactful if you could synchronize the flashes to a person's blinking--effectively hijacking their inputs every time they attempted to refresh what they were seeing. But people were aware that something was wrong, so they would blink rapidly or at off beats to break the pattern.

"Huh," Matt muttered, looking down at the computer screen. That was a problem they could actually account for now. That was weird.

Technically, of course, this was all classified. But someone up the line had done a pass through of files to remove anything with nuclear secrets, weapons technology, or political fallout potential. By definition, what he was getting was the "everything else" that might someday be useful. And the screenshotting capabilities of his computer had been disabled.

That being said, he was in the archive room alone this afternoon and he had his cellphone. Matt perused the files, took pictures with his phone, then returned to work. Technically, it was illegal, but nobody ever checked his phone and nobody seemed to care about these. He was supposed to flag anything notable with a supervisor, but he wasn't about to show them a bunch of documents on mind control and let them know he was crazy.

So Matt went back to work, filing away and establishing keywords. He did, however, nudge a few of the documents keywords to make them a little harder to find. "Mind control" became "Personality Training", for example. If confronted, he could say it was the literal translation or he made an honest mistake. But until he experimented some, he didn't want anyone else coming across these.

---

It was stupid, of course, but sort of a fun science project. He read the files over at night, transferring them to his computer for better visual. He wrote a couple basic computer scripts to recreate the colors and shades that were supposed to trigger a "state of increasing susceptibility". There were varying theories about why this worked, Matt's favorite of which was that humans were "evolutionarily intended to be subject to a state in service of its people", but Matt really didn't care. It wasn't going to work, it was just fun.

Matt programmed in a command to test it. He always hated broccoli, but knew it was good for him. So he programmed in "You like broccoli" to be the receiving words.

Then, he sat in front of his computer and activated his script. The screen lit up with red, then instantly shifted to blue, then green, yellow, blue, green, re... yel... no blue! It shifted rapidly. Oddly, Matt felt the word begin to gray away. It was like he was experiencing g-forces, but he was sitting still. He blinked rapidly, trying to look away but finding it difficult. He tried to shut his eyes, but found that it was difficult to think straight enough to command himself to do so. He instinctively blinked in rapid succession, breaking the chain of colors. His vision began to clear just slightly, so that he was able to look away. It took a few minutes after looking away to get a clear ahead again.

Without looking at the screen, he reached over and pressed the keys to exit the script.

Then, and only then, he looked at the screen. "What... the... fuck..." Matt muttered softly. He asked himself if he liked broccoli. He found himself not entirely detesting it. That was enough to keep experimenting.

---

The Soviets didn't have facial recognition. Matt did. Within that, he could tell if someone's eyes were closed or not. It wasn't hard to hold the light pattern until the next time the light was on. He also built in a timer so that after 60 seconds, the script would shut itself off. He didn't want to be trapped or something here until he died of thirst.

He tested it while not looking at the screen, just to ensure that the 60-second cutoff would work. Then, once that was done, Matt set up his phone to record himself and pressed record. Finally, he sat in front of the screen and activated the script.

Without the ability to interrupt the blinking, the intensity quickly grew. The flashing lights of the screen were baking right into his skull. With it, they carried the words that flashed in the midst of them. "You" "Like" "Broccoli". Matt fought it instinctively for about ten seconds, then grew calmer. It was intense, but manageable. He was getting used to it.

He didn't know how long he was sitting there, but he suddenly became aware that the program was over. He was sitting in the chair looking at a computer screen that was not flashing colors anymore. He blinked a few times, finding his eyes were dry. Then he reached for his phone and stopped the recording. He looked at it and found that it was six minutes long. He had been sitting here for about five minutes after the script had ended.

"Woah," Matt muttered. Had it worked? Matt asked himself if he liked Broccoli. He wasn't sure. He couldn't quite pull the taste from his mind. He frowned, then decided he had to be sure.

What followed was a quick trip to the grocery store, a short cooking time, and one of the most delicious meals of his life.

Then, Matt sat back in amazement. Had he just discovered mind control?

---

The Soviets had the key, but couldn't get it precise enough. They were just flashing lights at people, apparently by hand (according to their documents). Through brute force of will, they found the right combination to be effective, but lacked the technology to do it right. Meanwhile, thirty years of natural evolution of basic computer technology had delivered the perfect tools to do it right. All it took was someone like Matt to put it all together.

But how powerful was it? It could make him like broccoli--his next four meals all involved some form of the vegetable--but that was with something that he wanted to change. He wanted to like broccoli. Could it change something about him that he didn't want to change? And if so, how could he actually test that?

Matt sat back and thought a moment. If he actually had this technology and it actually worked... what would he *want* to do with it? Matt smiled. Money, of course. He would want some rich asshole to give him a big paycheck. That was simple. The next answer that sprang to mind made him feel a little afraid.

Sex. He would want sex. He was a living, breathing male. If he could actually have mind control, then he would want to have sex with hot girls. That was him just being honest. But there was a wave of moral and ethical issues that came with that. Then again, they were similar ones to the idea of getting free money.

Matt stood and paced. He had to know if this worked. It was as simple as that. Nothing about its application mattered if it didn't work for anything other than improving one's diet.

Matt decided to start basic. He would need someone to try it on. He thought for a few minutes, then decided that it might make sense to pick a stranger. Easy enough.

Matt ran a VPN to disguise his IP address--or at least help disguise it. Then he created a new email address. Finally, he sat down and wrote a new command script. This one would command the viewer to reply to the email with a picture of them smiling and holding up four fingers. Then he wrote a small web application to host the script. He named it something that implied a chat device.

Matt went to a local real estate website, which proudly displayed the pictures of their agents. He found a young, pretty blonde and decided that she was a good enough test.

Using the burner email address, Matt wrote an email saying that he was in the market for a new house and put his details under a link. The link, of course, was to the web application. He sent it, then set the computer aside.

Matt realized that he had just intentionally sent an attempt at mind control to a total stranger. He stood, pacing the room. And trying to calm himself. It wasn't that bad, was it? It was a science project. That was it.

Of course, it was recreated using classified Soviet documents. How many layers of illegal was this? How deep would they bury him if he was found out? Suddenly, the weight of his little science project descended own on him. Was it too late to shut it all down? Cancel the email? Shut down the web app? Of course it wasn't too late.

Matt calmed himself again. He walked around his little apartment, taking a sip of water and a deep breath. Maybe he had rushed a little, but it wasn't as bad as all that. He just had to calm himself. He watched the clock for a moment, trying to convince his fears to go away. Then, he thought that maybe it would be better to shut it down. He could try again if it was still a good idea later. But that was for later.

Matt went back to his computer just as an email came through. It was from the real estate agent. There was a picture with her smiling and holding up four fingers.

Matt blinked. She was pretty. And she was at home. She probably had gotten the email on her phone and then opened it from there. Did that mean that this worked on mobile devices as well? That was an element that he hadn't even considered.

She had sent a picture back. He had induced action, not just thought change. It was an impulsive test, of course, and he could have probably thought a lot more about it, but the evidence of success was staring at him right there.

Still, this was successful, which meant he should cover his tracks and plan his next move. He took down the web app, deleted the email account, and sat quietly for the FBI or CIA to burst into his house and arrest him.

When they didn't come, he began planning again.

---

Matt decided that what he needed was a stranger. Someone he could experiment on, but had no actual connection to in case he wasn't as capable of lasting change. Matt debated with himself about how far he was willing to go. Would he actually use this technology to get money? To get laid?

Matt was exactly the type of person one might expect to work in Soviet Document Data Entry. He wasn't one of the most social of people and he had not had a serious relationship since college. The prospect of getting a boost in the social department was tantalizing, to say the least.

So even before he decided how far he would go, Matt decided to find a pretty stranger. It didn't hurt to be ready.

Matt went on a Facebook and began exploring. He went to friends of friends, looking for pretty girls. He focused on friends who went to specific schools that tended to have girls with a higher degree of bikini pictures than others. He actually started an excel sheet to keep track of potential candidates.

Then, he found Kari. Her full name was Katherine, but she went back Kari. Matt had heard once that girls who ended their names with an 'i' were generally sluttier than other girls. Matt didn't know if Kari was slutty, but he wanted her to be as soon as he saw her. Her profile picture was a boat picture, with a bikini top under an unbuttoned shirt. In just the glimpse of her chest, Matt found her full and perky. She had thick blonde hair in a bouncy ponytail. The next profile picture was a halter top, showing off a studded bellybutton piercing. The next was with one of her friends, both of them wearing a low-cut shirt--again demonstrating her assets in remarkable fashion. Above all, however, Matt saw that every picture of Kari had a beautiful, full, genuine smile. She was intoxicating. Matt knew right then that he didn't need his excel sheet anymore. He wanted her.

Matt started a new burner email, running a different VPN as he did. Then, he sat back and thought. What did he want for his starting message? After a minute, he decided. He wrote the program to instruct the viewer, "These messages are from a friend. Reply and don't tell anyone else."

Matt found an email address on Kari's Linkedin page and sent her a link to the web app. Then, he waited.

Again, nervousness filled him as he waited. He waited for the CIA to break down his door, but if that didn't happen the first time, he felt a little safer this time. Also, revisiting Kari's Facebook profile filled him with confidence. He got to know all of her profile pictures and publicly available pictures very well. After an hour, he wondered if maybe he ended up in a spam folder. But just as the thought occurred to him, an email came to the burner account.

"Hello friend!" the email said.

Matt took a deep breath, rubbed his hands together, and thought about what to do now. He updated the web app with a new message: "Send me a picture with a smile."

He sent her an email, instructing Kari to revisit the link to the web app. Then, he sat back and waited. After just a minute, another email came back. Sure enough, Kari responded with a selfie. She looked to be sitting on her couch at home. That full, lovely smile that had so entrapped Matt was on full display. No matter what fear he felt, Matt regretted nothing as he looked at her.

Matt took another deep breath, then decided it was time to really get to work. He provided new instructions and updated the app:

"You are excited to see emails from me and will check for more frequently."

Partially out of fear that this might stop working, Matt sent another update after she confirmed the prior:

"You will not resist the flashing lights from this website."

After Kari responded again, Matt sent another update:

"You will be completely honest in anything I ask of you."

After Kari confirmed again (this time with a note saying how excited she was to be hearing from him), Matt asked a few questions for his own carefulness. Are you alone? Yes. Are you expecting anyone? No. Have you told anyone about these messages? No.

Then, Matt decided he was just beating around the bush. It was time to see if he could actually make her do something real. So far, she might not actually disagree with anything he was saying. But now, Matt needed to know if she would do something she wouldn't do normally.

Matt updated the instructions: "Send me a nude picture of yourself."

Matt sent her back to the web abb to observe and ingest these new instructions. Then, he waited. Kari had waited about five minutes between web app instructions, which Matt had figured out was the "download time" after she watched the flashing lights. His heart was beating rapidly. It was approaching the time he would normally go to bed, but Matt knew he would not be resting easy tonight. He also knew he would never get to bed at all if he didn't know one way or the other if this would work.

Then, the email came back. When he saw it was a picture attachment, Matt thought he might actually have a heart attack. When he opened it, he thought he had actually died. He was looking at an angel.

Some girls looked good with the help of well-chosen clothes, good camera angles, and the wishfulness of men. While Matt knew he was plenty wishful, he also knew that Kari looked good entirely on her own accord, while wearing absolutely nothing.

Her tits were full, but with small, cute nipples--just how Matt liked. Despite her full chest, her body was lean. She wasn't wearing the belly button stud anymore, but Matt could see that she kept all parts of her body well-shaven--again, like Matt liked.

Just as thrilling was that she took the order. She had sent a nude to him on command. So if he wanted her to have a bush, he could order her to grow it. If he wanted the bellybutton stud back, he could order that. She was his to customize.

Matt decided he needed to rest and, more importantly, let her rest. But he couldn't resist one more update with one more set of instructions:

"Sending me nudes and dirty texts makes you feel excited and happy."

Then, he instructed her back to the link. Matt wished he could say he waited for another response, but while Kari sat on her couch, miles away, learning a new reality from the flashing lights of her phone, Matt jerked off to the first nude she had sent him. It didn't take him long.

She sent another picture in her next email, just as Matt was flushing the used tissue. It was an angle from the other side, highlighting her tight ass. The message read, "I'm so bad." Then it included a flirty, smiling emoji.

"Yes you are," Matt replied. "But I have to sleep now. Talk to you more tomorrow."

This would be a good chance to see if his programming stuck with her. If it did, he should be getting periodic nudes the next day. If it didn't, they would stop. But if his broccoli-filled dinner that night was any indication, he should have a very entertaining next day.

---

When Matt woke up, he checked the burner email and quickly realized that he underestimated the power of the programming he had built. He had 72 emails. They were all from Kari.

The first was a simple, flirty one.

"Are you sure that I can't tuck you in? ;)"

It was followed quickly by:

"How about I fuck you in? ;D ;D"