Posted on 2024-08-07 14:41:26
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The Memoir of Livia (5) Extra Story---Angelia in the wonderland (preface)

I am Livia, one of the 5 members of the project of its creation.
You may wonder why a story about Angelia's dream is now told by me. Could one's dream possibly be seen, recorded or retold by another person? As Leibniz said, our mind is like a sealed room with no door or window, so how could I describe the scenes in my love's dream then? I'd like to skip all the electro-biological principles about this miraculous wonder of Mind Connection. The ability is inherent for the Thing, an ultimate figure in the domain of psychics. It would and should be called a miracle...you surely know the magnificance of it, right?
Anyway, I will get straight to the point. After I lured Angelia under the entoxicating beam of our lord, she struggled a bit but not for long. However, to my surprise, she was tenacious in protection of her will and thoughts. I thought a masochist like Angelia would be very fragile facing the great force of my master, but the world is always full of wonders.
The thing went well from the start since I tricked her with a lovely game. When she opened her eyes, the mind-controlling beam emitted in a distance less than 15cm. The last time I got beamed, I passed out. However, Angelia seemed attracted deeply by its magic. I pulled her lab coat to bond her hands in case of her resistance, but she did not resist at all. I could not feel her strength. Her existence was absorbed by that light without a fighting or hurting, I was amazed by this peaceful progress. I saw her smiled just like I did last time, and a relaxed expression spread all over her body. She was not shaking but being soft and swaying, I was afraid that she would stumble and hurt herself. The Master must have thought about it, so it carnessed my Angelia by a soft grip. However, when its tentacle touched her, Angelia's body trembled and struggled. Her smile vanished and a nervous, freightened face appeared. Fortunately, she was not actually waken...that expression is unconscious, similar to an unconditioned reflex. She was still under the control. But it lately turned into a stalement---when the Thing tried 3 times and every time she reacted the same way, I guessed it realized that this was not going to work.
I admitted I was a little flustered when the Thing found that it could not instantly break my love's mind. I feared not because the Thing would have turned angry, but because it seemingly developed a strong interest in this difficulty. I could feel its feelings, because its thought actually connected with ours after the first time it baptised us with that overwhelming ray. And when its tentacles stroke my hair like a lover's touch, its mind partly transmitted into my soul by complex process which could even penetrate my cranium. It was confused first, but then interested and even happy about this discovery...I realised that it was evolving faster than anyone could imagine......it learned the language from our daily talking in the lab, and meditated, schemed in its solitary containment. Now it was set free by my hands, all this intelligence and cunning would be turned against us. Of course, all my fear was just another form of my admiration towards it.
After these attempts in vain, the Thing decided to use some other methodes, some of which I would never believe if I had not seen them or felt them myself.

Posted on 2024-08-07 14:43:19
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I must apologize first, because this is just a preface for later stories. My head aches trmendously so I have to postpone my work tomorrow. I am sorry, guys.