Mental Compliance Script

Story by Quin on SoFurry

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Getting the implants that grant compatibility with drone scripting is a big deal. It can be pretty scary to deal with, even if you mentally prepared yourself beforehand. To help with this, newly implanted subjects sit down with a full drone who can answer some questions and allay some fears.

This is a short one! Been a bit since I uploaded, but just got the bug to write something. Not set in any story universe in particular!


MENTAL COMPLIANCE SCRIPT (Ver. 1.7.2)

The subject awakens with some confusion, finding themself in a heavily postured chair before a thin desk. A stack of papers sits in the middle of the desk. To the other side sits a blankly smiling drone in an identical chair. The subject sits up and looks around themself. "Um... I'm not exactly sure what's going on here..."

The drone's smile widens, and they give what is clearly a scripted response, "Congratulations! You've just completed a physical implantation process. Do you remember the period directly before you went under? Do you remember being told to expect a primer?"

The subject thinks for a moment before nodding. "I remember now, yes."

"Welcome to the introduction for Seamless Mental Scripting! We are going to be covering mental compliance and what SMS means for you! Your new hardware allows you to run mental scripts. Scripts can dictate speech, action, and even thought! They can be written dynamically, and apply to situations as particular or as general as can be imagined! The SMS system blends with free though evenly, and without the jarring experiences of earlier systems or our competitors' outdated mental enhancement suites."

The subject regards the drone speaking before them for a moment. He (it?) was acting in a pretty robotic way. Clearly highly scripted. "Do you have any freedom now? Can you choose how to act or make decisions?"

"No," came the smooth reply, accompanied by a satisfied nod from the drone. "My actions are wholly scripted at the moment. Given that I am 100% scripted, my actions and thoughts are independent of consciousness. This is not common, but always an option! The SMS system allows for the full spectrum of integrated subject control."

"What about novel situations? How does something as scripted as that work? What if I do something completely unexpected? What if I jump on the table and dance around?" the subject asks, making dancing gestures.

"You don't do anything unexpected or dance now, but that is a good question! If a script is well written it will have plenty of contingencies. If not, most will allow a drone to act with more freedom or creativity to find resolution. If you are running a poorly written script that does not allow for freedoms, you might find yourself in a loop, or intractably blocked scanario. This is very unpleasant, and can lead to mental damage if left unresolved for extended periods of time! For this reason it is not recommended that amatuer written scripts are written without allowance for freedom of action. Custom scripting can be commissioned by contacting sales representatives at very reasonable prices!" The drone smiles blankly, giving a poorly simulated grin, eyes not quite focused on the subject.

The subject is visibly unimpressed. "So it seems like I'll be able to tell when I'm in a script and when I'm acting freely, at least," they gesture vaguely toward the drone. "You're not exactly convincing right now. No offense."

"No need to worry, this script has me continue without offense when you say that. My wooden speech and movements are chosen to help introduce and adjust you to the idea of control. But it tends to be much less prominent!" The drone closes its eyes and draws in a breath. After a moment, it lets the breath out.

"There we go," it says. Its perfectly aligned shoulders droop a bit and it gives a crooked grin. "Does this seem a bit more natural? You won't act like some wind up doll unless your handler wants you to. The rest of this has me acting like a normal person."

"So..." the subject hesitates, "are you yourself now? You can do what you want? What does it feel like when scripts control you?"

The drone rests its elbows on the desk, leaning forward. "Well that's the whole point, isn't it? That's what 'seamless' means. You won't notice anything at all. The system integrates with every part of you. If your script says 'think about baseball,' you don't get a prompt or something. You'll just start wondering who's up for the Pennant this year."

The subject's forehead creases and their lips purse with thought before replying. "But... if you start acting some way that you normally never would..."

"Sure, you might notice that. Unless the script says you don't. But while it's happening, it just happens. This is you now. This is what you're made of. We're all just whatever is inside our heads, and what's inside your head and mine is customizable."

The subject leans forward and cycles through a deep breath. "That's... a lot."

"You'll get used to it," replies the drone amicably. It leans across the table, patting the subject on the back. "Anyhow, this script is almost done with. Once my part is over, I'll stop responding and the door behind you will open. Take a look at the papers here on the desk to get some perspective. You'll be able to take however long you need here to compose yourself before heading out and down the hallway. You'll meet up with your handler there."

The subject nods slowly. "Ok... yeah. Thanks. Whether you're scripted right now or not, I appreciate meeting with you first. This is all really intimidating."

"I know. I was sitting there at one point. Stuff wasn't quite as advanced, but it was more the same than different."

"I... guess I don't have any other questions. Is there anything else?" the subject looks up at the drone.

"You don't ask any more questions, no. Good luck." The drone smiles warmly one last time, then sinks backward into its chair. Its posture becomes stiff, eyes unfocused, and expression blank. A click and a creak sound behind the subject. Glancing back, they confirm that a door has swung partially open. Presumably it had been locked.

Turning back to the table, the subject reaches out with curiosity to pick up the documents. Presumably they will finish explaining everything. Probably something worth holding onto for future reference. Turning the papers over they glance over the document's title, written in the same font as the rest of the document, reading it aloud.

"MENTAL COMPLIANCE SCRIPT (Ver. 1.7.2)."