#cops reprogramming

[mrrharper]

Law, Order and Musk

CW: explicit sections + slurs

Logan laid on the bed, Sergeant Cross looking down at him, preventing him from moving.

"You like that, don't you, you bitch" Cross growled, an arogant smirk on his face. "You need a man to show you your place in the hierarchy." He then flexed his arms. "That's the sight of a real man."

Logan swallowed loudly. Cross lowered himself his face just a few inches from Logan's. "You feel it? The masculine musk of a grueling workout. This is how men smell, this is how real men feel." He then grabbed Logan's head and pushed it into his armpit. "Now feel it for yourself, you scum."

Logan took a few deep whiffs and then licked Cross' hairy pits, almost getting high on his smell. Cross held his head for a moment, before loosening his grip and letting Logan return to his previous position.

Cross flexed his arms again. "Look at these guns. This is raw, masculine power that will crush you if you go against it." He then grabbed Logan by his shirt and thrust him upwards, so that his face was now directed at his bulging biceps. Cross looked at Logan, who knew what to do.

He began worshiping these arms, kissing and massaging them. As he did, he felt his cock leaking, straining against the jockstrap he was wearing. Cross also noticed that.

"Duhuhuh, you like a man putting you in your place." he said as he cupped Logan's package in his hand. "You fucking faggot--"

Logan's work phone started ringing. Cross didn't react, still looking menacingly at Logan, who groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, fuck." He looked at the other man leaning over him. "Okay Cross, time out. Gotta take care of this." Sergeant's demeanor suddenly changed. He quickly got off of Logan and stood next to the bed, his arm up in a salute. "Sir, yes sir."

Logan smirked. "Glad we understand each other. Now go and do the laundry while I take care of this" he ordered the other man, who saluted him again and left the bedroom with a "Yes, Chief!"

Logan answered the phone. It was just a boring call from corporate that could have been an e-mail, but wasn't unfortunately.

It's been just under a month since Cross became a fixed part of Logan's apartment and he still couldn't get enough of that man.

Their paths crossed when Logan's close friend complained to him about a cop that stopped her on her way to work even though she was driving under the speed limit, then went on to be an extremely sexist douchebag during the whole encounter.

So he pulled some strings at work and found a way inside their local police department, where he found the man himself - Sergeant Dylan Cross. 6'4, broad shoulders and chest, bulky arms and legs, that man was the poster child for the police force. And the local gym. Everything about him screamed "I have the power." So Logan decided to change that.

At first he only wanted some revenge. Get the cop under his control with some fancy hypnosis, then humiliate him and make him painfully aware of it. Give him a short but painful lesson about abusing his position and disappear.

But he couldn't get enough. There was something about this man that pulled Logan towards him, and he couldn't deny it. So he changed course. Cross was single and lived alone so the first part was easy. Logan had an apartment way too big for one person, thus he didn't have a problem fitting the cop in.

Then came the training. Over the course of a week Logan worked on Cross, making him completely obedient to him. Using the parts of his police training that found their way into his subconscious Logan made sure that Cross saw as his boss - a Chief with all the power.

With that out of the way, Cross became Logan's personal cop, taking care of everything he needed taken care of. That meant house chores, work-related stuff, providing security on business meetings and so on.

It didn't take long until Logan's attraction to Cross became inescapable. It also didn't take a genius to figure out that the macho cop was straight, but Logan was ready for a challenge. It took him surprisingly little effort to turn the officer from a heterosexual player into a bisexual who exclusively slept with men. And one man in particular.

Depending on Logan's mood Cross was his caring lover or aggressive dom. Logan found himself enjoying Cross's arrogant demeanor and so he made sure that the cop's original personality was always somewhere under the layers of conditioning, ready to be unleashed whenever Logan was horny enough.

Logan was still on the phone when he saw Cross standing in the entrance to the bedroom, hands behind his back, looking straight ahead. He looked at the cop and, knowing that it would take him a while to take care of this call, he made a motion with his hand as if he was lifting a dumbbell. Cross quickly understood, saluted Logan and walked over to his gym that Logan made him organize on the other side of the apartment.

Another 20 minutes later, and Logan was finally free. A few moments after he finished the call Cross came back, his body covered in sweat and his tank top wet and damp. "Sir, reporting after a 20 minute upper body session."

"Good job, officer" Logan answered, already feeling the smell of sweat fill his nostrils "We can now continue where we left off." Cross saluted again, before his expression changed to that of pure anger. He immediately moved over to where Logan was standing, then grabbed and pushed him onto the bed.

Logan watched as Cross took off his tank top, which he then threw on the bed next to him. The cop then walked up tot he bed, standing over Logan and looking at him with disgust. He dragged his hand over his sweaty stomach and let the sweat dropping from it cover Logan's face. "You fucking faggot. Can't get enough of me."

Logan's dick got hard immediately. He licked some of the sweat from his face as Cross leaned over him, putting his arm next to Logan's head. The cop took the tank laying on the bed and put it up to the smaller man's nose.

"Feel it bitch? That's the smell of a real man."

[tofu83]

These biker gang members thought they were freedom fighters, and contempt for authority.

But the authority was magnanimous, would like to give these saboteurs new chance.

All members would be arrested immediately on street, those who escaped would also be captured by other police squads.

They would be punished in front of public and a police helmet would be forced down to their head.

The shapes of helmets were same as those of normal police officers, but in fact they were different.

There were many probe inside helmets and would penetrate the thugs’ heads. Their brain wave would be modified, their beliefs and values would be altered to be in line with national interests.

The nanites flew down from helmets would convert their clothing to the uniform of those who arrested them.

Most bikers wear leather clothing so there was no problem to create a whole new set of uniforms including combat armors.

Unfortunately, some didn’t wear upper clothing, the nanites would convert their human body directly. They would become half man half machine, actually more powerful and even immortal.

No matter what type of officer they become, they would all be turned from law destroyers to law enforcers, freedom fighters to protectors of order.

They would serve the citizens very well.

[magicalgardenofhypnosis]

Entrapping Nightwing

Part 1

Entrapping Dick Grayson the Nightwing in a plan worthy of the Bat himself is a fine art for sure as you can imagine I had weeks to plan it.

Dick Grayson is resting home in his Chicago based apartment after a long training field session for about a month in the woods with the rest of the titans.

The look of pure exhaustion covers his face as he endeavors to be anything weak in the sight of others he stands in the light before the mirror.

The expression of pain seeking throughout his body as he makes a face struggling to barely lift up his shirt over his head finally

he manages to.

The scraps of bruises splattered on his body

he touches his body extreme pain persistent pounds of pain shooting upward into the sky of sorts.

He can’t believe what is seeing an odd grey cloud of smoke shreds through the sky then blocks up is the entire city leaving no one to be able to use their gift of sight.

It is unbelievable as Dick manages to grab a remote control pointing at the a screen he presses play and the television flips on to reveal it.

At first it’s an odd static sound ricocheting in a high deep vibe hitting his ears head on he stopped stunned in a lack of movement he is stuck.

The static starts to fade as the screen spins takings a spiral like shape instantly he is now under my influence completely in my thrall.

In the shadows of the room the lights began to flicker brightly on and off consistently as the windows fall shut down locking in place and the doors slam close as well.

The room lights dim down to small crawl on to him a solo light blows up surrounding him ins a fiery state he mindlessly removes his clothes.

I move revealing myself from the shade of the night waking into the view every step is like a thousand pounds of weight holding him back.

No longer needing to hold back I race up to his back forcing myself on him to no facial or body reaction is amazing he is like a doll or a statue.

Swatting his butt hard I begin to grope him so hard I can feel the inner muscle twerk in an excitement and I take him aside pushing him on to the wall.

I lean on to him planting a kiss on his lips as his eyes continue to lock on to the screen all that matters and his mind completely alters for the better.

My hands land on to his waist swooping hook past his sides to his belt I undo it quick with little effort the belt falls to the floor and I feel great.

Digging my nose into his skin I happily sniff inhaling all of his scent in deep heaves of breath and plant kisses on his body every inch of it.

His under pants slid to the floor leaving him stark naked sweat glistening in the dark aura of the room everything ceases to exit but his beauty.

“Oh pretty but poor Nightwing”

“A great Detective “

“The former boy wonder”

“If you could only speak”

“If you could only embrace “

“Give into the evil”

“Why fight your destiny?”

“Yes you have a strong will”

“Yet! I am a Master of manipulation”

“Of course! Men like you think of yourself as Gods!”

“It’s weak inferior feeling”

“That massive muscled body is a sign of failure to love yourself.”

“Drop to your knees”

“Remove my clothes”

“Take my body in your hands”

“Suck off my tongue, arm pits, ears, body and cock get all of my juices.”

“My dna now in your system”

“Transforming you forever “

Part 2

“Come Dick! Be a bitch ! Sleep!”

“Yes Master!”

“What the fuck?”

“I am spiraling”

“FUCK”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Follow my voice”

“You can’t escape “

“I am in control “

“Yes Master”

“You are still fighting”

“I wont let you win”

“I can’t stop fighting it”

“Oh God!”

“You are growing hard, pointing forward and throbbing.”

“I can see your expression on my face”

“You are turning ruby red “

“Raging and Super hot”

“Your cum is collecting “

“You want to blow”

“Your will is all that’s left “

“You have surrendered to me”

“Mentally is all that left “

“All you have to do is give in”

“It’s already commencing”

“Your cock stirs”

“I want to tickle you”

“Your cock is about to blow”

“Maybe I’ll tickle you?”

“No please!”

“Sssstrttooop”

“Why should I?”

“I beg you “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Do it! Do it!l

“Aaaahhhhh! I give up “

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

On The Line Of Play

“Excuse me sir! Here as ordered”

“Indeed you are!”

“Get your ass inside”

“Shut up and don’t say a word”

“Face the wall and hands on door “

“Let’s see you like a pat down, a frisk.”

“How do you like that?”

“Spread your legs”

“Drop the bag”

“Let’s see what you have pig”

“Perfect, now open your pig mouth”

“Your tie should hold your mouth shut”

“Uuuuuuhhhhhh”

“One hard squat and you howl”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Too funny”

“Let’s progress things “

“Let me lead you, sit your ass down and I’ll cuff you.”

Officer dumbfuck sits tight as I press play on my iPad sitting on a table laying on the wall, and the video starts to play a beautiful multicolored spiral spins onto the screen I’m a rhythmic fashion music plays continuously on a never ending loop.

Office falls prey to it extremely easily in a very fast instant his eyes began to loose his focus on everything else around him? His bodies slack and he is frozen in time lost to the words on the screen I am all that matter right now.

Reaching for my bag I place it on the floor at his feet I open it placing the towel on the floor, number of items as instructed are o full display for me to peruse and chooses accordingly for my purposes so that I can take ownership for him.

“I am Master Lawrence’s slave “

“I obey Master Lawrence “

“I am his loyal servant”

“I am his puppet “

“I am his weapon”

“My job is to protect him l

“My life is to serve him”

“I am his loyal one “

“My badge is his tool”

“I yearn to submit “

“His body is my temple “

“I can freely trust him”

“Only do as I say “

“I follow his command “

“He is my God”

Happily I click my fingers after a hour and a half he wakes up completely empty devoid of any free will and I joyously feel a power trip like no other forming a fist then slapping him hard.

Cupping his chin I lift him up to the sky to be able to face me and then I kiss him usurping all of his power swinging behind his back and I reach for his keys in his pockets undoing his cuffs.

Placing the key away I instruct him to rise to his feet he stood tall under my power staring into the light and he learns his lesson by all means possible and I become someone of greater power.

I meet him head on grasping his pecs with my hands feeling them up before I start to play with him and I realize the more effort

I make to program the better for me it is

the solution.

“Office Jay! Tell me”

.”What chief?”

“What is your purpose?”

“To serve and protect you “

“Good boi “

“Mmmmmm”

“Take a knee”

“Swear to me your allegiance “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“I pledge my mind and body to you “

“I serve only you “

“My will is yours “

“I am committed to you “

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

[reginaldqueribundus]

the year is 2048. a smiling young farmer in a power wheelchair sells me the biggest bag of muesli I've ever seen out of a market stall built from repurposed drone parts. he sees the toys in my reusable bag and insists on throwing in some homemade cat treats “on the house”. I get an email from the wind farm: they've deposited another $20 in my account for using up excess electricity outside peak hours, so I decide to splurge on some flavoured honey and boba tea. I tell the barista I feel like a billionaire today and she smiles politely and asks me what a “billionaire” is. I run into an old friend handing out free insulin packets and we spend some time catching up. I've got a new gig at the organ printing depot and she's on rotating job assignments with the Workers' Cooperative: this month is insulin distribution, last month was reprogramming robot dogs as automated planters for the pollinator farm, next month she'll be on a work crew converting the old football stadium into a greenhouse. She's been sleeping in the park (by choice, of course, the local housing co-op has tons of suites open) but the climate bureau is cloud seeding this weekend and we're expecting a lot of rain. I invite her to crash at my place. She smiles and says she would like that. Our trolley ride home is briefly halted by an impromptu pride parade and the sun is setting as we pass the ivy-covered sign advertising the golf course that once existed where my neighbourhood now stands. A friendly technician explains she's just finished replacing the faulty router on our block so we can use the public WiFi again. I start a fire in the fireplace and sort through some mail: a postcard from one of my exes in Hawaii installing carbon dioxide scrubbers that double as frog habitats, a flyer for a music recital at the rehab clinic, and a letter from International Blood Services declining my donation because they are fully stocked. I ask my Global Music Archive uplink to select a random decade, country and genre and it starts a playlist while the two of us snuggle together on the couch under a hand-knitted blanket and my cat makes biscuits on top. On TV, a newscaster says global temperatures are at their lowest point in the last 40 years. I flip channels to some standup comedian saying kids these days don't know how to conceal when they're high because there's no cops anymore. We laugh until the rain softly falling on the roof lulls us to sleep.

[mko001]

#cophypno story P2

(Read Part 1 first if you haven't already.)

7pm.

No sign of Officer Jack yet. I'm trying not to get worried, but I thought he would be here by now. Did the hypnosis ware off? Did he remember something? Has he told someone?

No...I need to stop thinking like that. If he told someone, I'd be locked in a prison cell right now. No I just need to keep believing he'll turn up.

I realised I hadn't given him a time to come to mine, I just assumed he would come straight after work. Maybe his shift has gone on longer than expected.

7.45pm.

My doorbell rings. It makes me jump. Is that him? I honestly don't know how I'm feeling right now. Well here goes nothing.

As I open the door, my worry instantly turns to pure joy and excitement. There he is, stood waiting, in that perfect beautiful uniform and those sexy tall boots, shined to perfection. Infant, they look even better than they did this morning. Has he polished them? I looked back up at him, he was just staring forward, he hadn't said a word.

"Jack, you made it, I'm so glad", I said to him with a huge smile on my face.

"Yes I did as instructed", he replied in a more robotic voice than this morning.

"Come in Jack".

He walked in and stood in the hall waiting, waiting for me to command him. This is too good!

"Come and take a seat on the sofa and face the screen Infront"

"Okay" he replies. He walks over and sits down, staring straight ahead.

"Now I need to further strengthen your programming. As a cop you're already trained to obey which was why it was so easy to get you to this stage, but it can lose effect over time. I want you as my own personal slave. My own plaything".

As I said that, I noticed Jack shift slightly in his seat. His face screwed up slightly. I could see there was a glimmer of his mind which was still his own, and it was against my idea. I need to work quick to keep hold of my sexy cop.

"I want you to watch this video I'm about to play for you. Focus all your attention on it. I'm also going to place these headphones on you, the soothing sounds will help you relax and enjoy the video".

I place the headphones on him, whilst I'm there I had a quick feel of his arm, even when relaxed I could feel how muscly he is. I got really turned on, but I have to be patient, I'll be able to play soon.

I start the video playing. This video was also courtesy of my new online friend. He created this video unique for me. It wasn't cheap but after seeing how well the car wax worked, I trust him.

I see Jack's eyes widen slightly, his body seemed to tense up a little. I could tell all his focus was on the screen. I really wanted to take a quick peek at the video myself, but I didn't want to risk getting drawn in myself, so I just had to keep looking at Jack. For a while he didn't change. He just stayed wide eyed and stiff. But then after some time, I noticed a change. He seemed to relax into the chair a little, his eyes looked tired, like he wanted to close them. His mouth even seemed to be dropped down a little.

I waited a few more minutes just to make sure the hypnosis had fully reprogrammed his mind. Just when I was about to end it, I saw him start to drool. I nearly creamed my pants seeing him in this state. He looked so zoned out, it was so hot, and even better, he's now mine!

I stopped the video and removed the headphones. Jack didn't react at all to any of this.

"Jack, can you hear me?".

There was a moment of silence, then he responded in a quiet monotone voice,

"Yes I can hear you".

"Good, now I want you to understand, from now on I am in charge. I tell you what to do, I am your master. Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand", he replied.

"And from now on, you will address me as Sir".

"Yes Sir", he responded.

"Good. Now I want you to answer truthfully, are you gay?"

"No Sir".

"Have you ever slept with a man?"

"No Sir".

"Have you ever done anything sexual with a man?"

There was a slight delay this time before he answered.

"Yes Sir".

"Oh! Tell me what it was".

"I've kissed two men, and I've been sucked off by a man before".

Well this is interesting indeed. This super straight macho cop likes to occasionally bat for the other team.

"Did you enjoy these sexual moments with men?"

"I did Sir".

"Good. And who were these other men?"

"One was a guy called Jeremy I met in a bar over five years ago. I made out with him but we never met again. The other was Officer Lanton. We made out together a few months ago, he sucked me off a week later".

Oh...my...god! Another police officer?! Oh this is too good to be true. I'll have to check who Lanton is soon, but right now I've got more important things to deal with, like my raging boner I've got going on!

"So you've never sucked another man's dick then?" I asked.

"No Sir".

"Would you like to now?"

Another pause, this time he seemed to shift slightly, this was the first time he'd moved his body since the programming had ended. Was he coming out of it or was he excited? Well my answer soon came.

"Yes Sir I would", he replied. His voice actually sounded slightly different, excited maybe?

I stood up and pulled down my trousers, stood Infront of Jack, placed my hand under his chin and lifted his head so he was looking directly up at me.

"Well nows your chance Officer. Open up".

He opened his mouth and I forced my raging dick right inside. He almost immediately gagged as it hit the back of his throat, but then he composed himself and started sucking, and boy did it feel good!

"Keep sucking like a good officer, but listen to me closely. When I release my load into your mouth and you swallow the lot, you will wake up and feel amazing. I will still control you and you won't question anything that is happening. It will feel natural to you. From now on, you are a gay man, and you and I are together. Whenever you're at work you won't act any different around your colleagues and you won't tell anyone you are with me. For now, let's keep it our little secret. Now whenever I say the phrase "my sexy officer" you will go back into this deep trance state until I wake you up again. Whenever you're in this trance state, you will listen to anything I say and obey any commands I give you.

You're doing such a good job, get ready for my load!"

I finally released my load into his mouth, it felt truly amazing, probably the best blowjob I've ever had. I looked down and watched Jack swallow the lot, and then I noticed him start to come round. He was blinking quite a lot, swallowed a few more times then pulled himself off my dripping cock. I let him get composed slightly before getting myself cleaned up, pulling my trousers back up and sitting next to him. I saw him looking round like he was taking his new life in, then I saw him smile a little, even though I'd just cum, I felt like I could explode in my pants again.

"How are you feeling Jack, I certainly enjoyed that".

"I feel great, thanks for letting me suck you off".

He then lent over to kiss me, of course I didn't object to this, kissing him felt so good, we ended up making out for some time.

I truly can't believe how lucky I am right now. But I'm not finished here. I've more fun to have with Jack, and I still need to find out more about this Officer Lanton!

Come back for part 3 to find out if I find Lanton, and what else I get up to with Jack

[helloblobbyblobfish]

Hypnovember

Day 5: Sci-fi/machine

One new day, one new post, @mathhypnostories​, to finally be on time. Weirdly, the sci-fi prompt lead to a less SF story than the prompt about s*x toys...

22-years-old Timothy Kaufmann was having fun at the amusement park when he saw a dark tent in a remote corner. Entering it, he found a strange machine that looked like a VR set.

Putting it on, he was immediately assaulted by very quick flashes of images. As he felt his consciousness drop, everything stop and a back and red spiral filled his world view.

It was slowly spinning, and words flashed on the screen.

OBEY

CARNY ROBB TIPPET IS YOUR MASTER HORNY LOVE OBEY YOUR MASTER ROBB TIPPET YOU ONLY WANT TO OBEY LOVE YOUR MASTER ROBB TIPPET JOIN CARNIVAL OBEY SERVE IN ALL WAYS MASTER ROBB TIPPET OBEY SERVE HORNY Hours later, the chief of the carnival entered the tent in the restrained area, his slaves following him, tired but please with the money they brought to their master. He felt Henrietta and Philibert needed some reprogramming.

He wasn’t expecting the chair to already be occupied. 

“SHIT!!” he exclaimed, and quickly shoved the kid out of it. As he saw the empty, vacant eyes and the droll falling from the kid, let alone the mix of piss and cum tainting the young man’s pants, he understood he was too late.

And snapped his finger.

“Uh. Where am... Where is Robb Tippet?”

“That’s the Master. the one in front of you.” Stated Lisa, thrilled like all the rest at having a new fellow slave. Philibert looked somewhat more reticent, so Robb showed him the chair. Even if it was clear he didn’t want to, the man walked to it and put the VR on.

Turning to the kid, Robb put his best welcoming smile on and said:

“Want to join the carnival, kid?”

He would need to move earlier than planned, but he was not risking the cops.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Takes place post-Speak Out. Past child abuse is part of this, and religion. Check the tags.

-

It's been so long since the cops came to Nat's house in the middle of the night, but Jake still tenses when he hears an unexpected knock at the door.

Still, this is his house, and so he pushes himself to his feet - his arm is out of the sling, now, but he still keeps it close and slightly bent. His fingertips still tingle, sometimes, and his grip isn't what it used to be.

He gets to the door just as the person on the other side must realize there was a doorbell, because it chimes through the house, some ridiculous 1940s song Jake hasn't ever reprogrammed from the last owner of the house. "Yeah hold on, I got you-"

He swings open the door.

He stares at the man standing there and tries to close the door again.

"Jakob!" A palm smacks into the wood, a thump that Jake nearly flinches at. He stares into the eyes of a man who is as tall and broad as he is, if not so muscular. A man whose face is hardened with time and the rage that never stops simmering inside him. They look so much alike, though, everyone always said it.

You're his spitting image, aren't you? Your Mama's eyes but you got your Daddy's everything else! Oh, bless your heart, you've gotten so big, just like your dad at your age...

"Jakob," His father says, voice rough. His nose is a spiderweb of burst capillaries from the alcohol he's had in his system nonstop for as long as Jake ever knew him, except at work. "It's Dad."

Jake hasn't seen his father since he was fourteen years old, with a black eye and a bus ticket and a backpack all he had to get home with. Hasn't heard his voice since the same night. But it's never mattered.

Some part of him is still five years old, lying to the doctor that he fell down the stairs. Eight years old, lying to the teacher that he broke his leg jumping off a trampoline.

Lying to the social worker who came to the house, lying to the pediatrician that the scratches weren't from fingernails, lying to the pastor that fell off a bunk bed, lying lying lying in the place they told him was the house of God.

It's not a sin to protect your family, Jakob. His dad's hand rough on his shoulder. It's not a sin to keep them in line, neither. Honor your mother and father, Jakob.

Jake swallows. "I know who you are. Fuck off." He tries to close the door again, but his father doesn't move.

"No." His dad pulls the ball cap off his head. They have the same hair color, too, always did.

He hates staring into the face of a man he hates, who hurt him and his mother, every time he looks in the mirror.

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Jakob Stanton. I have spent years trying to hunt you down-"

"Really?" He can't help the half-hysterical laughter that bubbles up from within. "Since fucking when? You never paid a dime, you never wrote me a damn letter, you never even asked to speak to me when you called Mom! When exactly did you try to find me?"

From behind him, there's a scrape of footfalls, and he glances back to see Chris, hovering in the kitchen doorway with a sandwich in one hand. His lavender hair falls over his forehead scar. "Jake? Who, who-... Who is it-"

Chris gets a good look at the man in the doorway, and his own voice falters, too. His grip on the sandwich goes suddenly white.

"Go back in the kitchen, Chris." Jake keeps his voice calm and even through sheer willpower. "Please."

"That's that kid from the Olympics," Jake's dad says, exhaling, leaning around Jake to look. "That's him all right. So it is true."

Chris swallows, hard. His green eyes are so, so wide. "J, Jake, Jake, do do do, do you n-need-"

"What's true?" He has to keep his eyes on his father. "Chris, I said go back in the kitchen. What's true, Dad? What?"

"You really did give my last name to one of those WRU prostitutes-"

"Shut up." Jake shoves, his father stumbling backwards onto the porch. Jake follows him and slams the door shut behind him without another word to Chris or anyone else. "He's my little brother now. I don't want to hear your shit. How did you find out where I live?"

"Jeremy's your little brother," His dad says, craning to try and see through the glass cutouts in the door. "Not some... messed up pet."

"Dad. How did you find out?"

"Oh, I got an email at work."

His heart drops somewhere near his knees. "From who?"

"Can't say."

"Dad, this could put all these people in danger, who told you I live here?!"

"I didn't believe it until he sent a photo, whoever it is. You and some man on a date." His dad's nose wrinkles. "Jakob, what has California done to you?"

"Nothing!" His blood is roaring in his ears. His heart beats too hard, and he feels faint. His shoulder starts to ache, pulsing and throbbing where Jameson had jammed the knife in to the hilt. "They have gay people in the South, too, Dad!"

"Well, those Yankees keep moving down-"

"No. No, I'm not doing this. When I was a kid you said you never wanted to see me again. Dad, why the everliving goddamn bullshit fuck are you here?"

"That's not very Christian language, Jakob."

"Well, I'm not very Christian, so that fits!" He's shouting, voice rising, and he shudders as he feels a slap in the face of how much he sounds, shouting, just like his father used to. "Get off my fucking property! You can't-... You can't put all these people at risk, Dad. You can't."

"Does that other one live here?" His father steps back, now, looking at the dirty windows, the siding that needs a good power washing. "From the TV? The one that looks like Vincent Shield? Is that true? Are you living in sin with him? My own son?"

Jake feels intuition prickle like the breath of a wolf on the back of his neck. Dread rushes alongside adrenaline through his veins. "... Who sent the email, Dad? That told you where I live?"

His dad shrugs, hands in his jeans pockets. "Some guy. I didn't know his name at first. Your mom know about all this, Jakob?"

Jake swallows. "She signed the adoption papers for Chris. She has lunch every month with my-" He can't make himself say partners, suddenly. Anger and shame - anger at his father and shame at himself for not screaming I love them both and you can't take that from me to the high fucking heavens, to God Himself. You can't have love like this in the world and call it wicked. Kauri and I in bed is holier than the bullshit you let happen to me and my mother. Anger and shame twine and burn so hot he worries his skin will blister and crack. "Dad. The email... Who sent the email?"

"I won't lie to you, son. I was offered some money to come out here. Paid for my plane tickets, actually. Nice guy."

Jake's vision has narrowed to a pinprick with his hateful father's face in the center. "By who? Who's a nice guy?"

He knows before the words leave his father's mouth.

Jake's dad shrugs. "Owen Grant."

[temple-of-truth]

Temple of Truth Episode 4#8 Transcript

Monday, August 6th, 2063

Transcript:

Hello, Truthers. Thanks for tuning in. We’re going to skip our usual introductory report because we have something really, really big to share. After years of making this show, this is probably the most important episode we’ve ever made. Truthers, we found the Deltas. Me, Ohm, and some co-investigators tracked down exactly who and where the Deltas have been coming from. And guys, it’s so much bigger than we ever imagined. Almost every corp is involved in this. I don’t even know how to start, so let’s start at the beginning.

Thanks to some tips on our forum from Truthers yewandthefoe and tardigrant, our team decided to check out a place called Disco Days. It’s a nightclub in the Combat Zone owned by Councilmember Nyx Nasir. There’ve been rumors of people going missing after visiting the club. Some people have popped up again weeks later, but they’ve seemed different. Yeah, exactly like a Delta would. On our first visit, we definitely noticed that something strange was going on. The floor of the bathroom sounded hollow, like there was another room below it. But we couldn’t stay long enough to figure anything else out.

For our next visit, we took an extra precaution: we brought weapons with us, and we all wore trackers in case one of us went missing. And sure enough, our friend Mindy Nox disappeared almost as soon as we got there. Her tracker led us into the sewers, until the signal went dark. We followed some strange signs in the sewers until we reached a door. And you’ll never guess what the code to the door was: Danger Gal.

We entered the door and found a warehouse. There, we had to fight one of the Danger Gals, until they ran away into the sewers. We found Mindy locked up and drugged, as well as one of the people working with Danger Gal. But it gets even worse. We found records with the names of people who had gone missing and which corp Danger Gal had sold them to. There were surgery tables for cyberware installations. After looking around and later interviewing the person we caught in the warehouse, we learned the truth: Danger Gal has been kidnapping people, reprogramming them, chroming them up, and selling them to corps for the last 15 years. Danger Gal has been making the Deltas. They’re the ones who took our friend and countless other people.

But it doesn’t end with them. They were using Disco Days because Nyx Nasir was in on the operation—and profiting greatly from it. Danger Gal has largely been targeting middle managers at corps who can give trade secrets to competitors, so they’ve sold to corps like Continental Foods, Petrochem, and Zeratech. They’ve also made people into soldiers for Militech and Lazarus. This is what I meant earlier when I said this is bigger than any of us imagined: it’s not just Danger Gal making the Deltas; all these corps are participating in it. They’re turning regular people into mindless clones for the sake of their own profits. Before all this, Ohm and I had thought that the Deltas were being made by just one of the corps, or two at most. This goes way beyond that. More than ever, all you Truthers listening need to be vigilant. If you know anyone who works at these corporations or has been to Disco Days, they could be in danger—or they could already be compromised. It’s possible this was only one part of a larger operation, so Danger Gal—or anyone else they were working with—could still be snatching people. Follow the safety tips for dealing with Deltas that we’ve given you guys in the past: keep quiet, keep away, and get out of there if things start going south.

But there is good news. For the first time, the authorities are actually taking the risk of Deltas seriously. I’m sure many of you all listening know that cops never listen when Truthers try to tip them off about these things. In this case, though, the warehouse was so full of evidence, including someone actually making Deltas, that the cops couldn’t ignore it. They’re working on a case against Danger Gal right now, and hopefully Nyx Nasir and the client corps will be next. This is a huge step for actually taking action against the Deltas. Also, this case is pretty high-profile, so now more Night City residents will learn about the Deltas. All those distrusting neighbors and judgmental family members that you guys have mentioned on our forums will finally understand the dangers that we’ve been trying to warn them about.

We now know more about the Deltas than ever before. For years, Ohm and I—along with you all listening at home—have been trying to figure out not just who is doing this, but why. We’ve had a lot of theories, but we now have a clear answer. Danger Gal was making the Deltas to support the cannibalizing greed of the corps in Night City. Of course, we still need to figure out how this figures into the larger picture. How do the Gammas relate to this? Are they the ones calling the shots and putting this whole operation in motion? Had the Sisters been warning us about this all along, but we missed the signs? As always, if you have any theories at home, post them on our forum online. It’s thanks to Truthers on our forum that we got this lead in the first place. Ohm and I wouldn’t be able to do this without you guys, or without our friends like Mindy and our co-investigators.

That’s all I think we can get through today. We’ll definitely keep unpacking the details and implications of this discovery for the next few episodes to come. We’ve learned a lot, but we’ve also learned what we have to fear. Good night for now, and remember to look out for each other. It’s the only defense we’ve got.

[mrrharper]

Programming Adjustment

"Sir?"

"Yes, officer?"

"I would like to go on record and say, that... I don't think this is the best course of action"

"What do you mean, 84?"

"I mean, the way this plan is structured, I'm not sure enough attention was paid to minimizing the impact and casualties"

"You're saying you question my leadership on this mission?"

"Well, sir... I just feel it's my duty to raise any potential-"

"Oh god, don't go on with this whole tirade about 'just raising concerns' or about it being 'your duty'. your duty is to execute my orders and it seems you need you programming checked."

"Wait, what? Sir, what are you talking about? No, I don't think I-"

"Shut up. Officer SW84, access maintenance mode, security code Sierra Alpha 345"

"No! I don't need--- Officer SW84, maintenance mode engaged, security code confirmed. Unit awaiting orders."

"Lower cognitive interpretation by 25 base points and independent analysis by 40 base points. Raise performative obedience by 20 base points and the readiness to strike modifier to the main personality package."

"Commands understood. Cognitive interpretation and independent analysis downgraded, performative obedience upgraded, readiness to strike modifier implemented. Changes apply to. Main personality package. Cognitive package code 32#SW. Cognitive package code 35#SW."

"Yes. Now execute."

"Commands executed, all packages altered. Confirm changes to unit SW84."

"Changes confirmed. Now, back to operation mode."

"Officer SW84, operation mode engaged--- Sir, so what now?"

"We're almost ready. You have anything to say about the plan?"

"Sir! No, sir! The plan's not up for debate, sir."

"Well said, 84"

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! Now let's get these fuckers!"

"That's the attitude I wanna see, officer. Now let's go and do our job!"

[tofu83]

A mysterious white creature suddenly appeared in the police station.

All special force officers reacted immediately.

But the creature didn’t seem to be afraid and transformed into a humanoid shape, with its color remaining white.

The officers didn’t know how to handle the creature, but they found themselves unable to move. It seemed as though the creature had taken control of their bodies and invaded their minds.

"I am the commander of the advanced troops from Planet MetalEroNull, a.k.a. Planet MEN, Earth is declared to be our colony, you will surrender"

The chief officer wondered in his mind, "Troops? Where are they? Above us?"

"They are here. You are them. You have been enlisted. Your upgrade began 3 minutes ago."

The officers noticed their body armor had been converted into alien metal. ‘What th…’ was their last scream as humans.

"Hunter units online, waiting for orders."

"Hunt your ex-colleagues down, they are also enlisted, make them your brothers again!"

"It will comply!" They all replied in union.

Officer Nelson returned and found the situation to be very strange. There was no chatter, only numerous metallic clinks and hydraulic sounds.

He opened the door and was soon surrounded by alien robots.

"You are enlisted. You will be upgraded. You will submit."

The robots were powerful, but Nelson, the best cop in the squad, resisted. He nearly made it to the car and was about to drive away; however…

"Nelson, join me; we are always brothers." A familiar voice transported into his mind.

He immediately recognized that was his little brother in blood, Matt.

Suddenly, he knew he had no choice but to submit; it was the only way to take care of his brother, since Matt could not be converted back to human.

"I submit, please make me one of you."

The conversion procedure was not lengthy. Unit-NLSN001, once known as Nelson, became fully functional in just a few minutes. Yet, the pleasure of serving the higher intelligence alongside his brothers would last forever.

"This unit is programmed to hunt down all males within its visual range. Every male should be enlisted in the master’s invading troops. All humans are to serve their new master."

The commander, both pleased and satisfied, promoted Unit NLSN-001 to captain of the hunter squad.

They would first capture their former colleagues, followed by the criminals they were already familiar with, and then the citizens in their vicinity. All males would be converted, and additional types of robots would be manufactured.

Finally, a real alien robotic army would be created, and the Earth would welcome a new era as the colony of an alien master.

[starlitskvaderart]

Midori One Day One Page 142!

Today's OC is Ilya Alexeyevich Ilatovsky, one of my main Mega Man X OCs - a teenage descendant of Dr. Cossack who made it his mission to locate and reactivate all of his ancestors' robots!

A teen genius highly capable with robots... but his real skill is in coding and programming. He can crack, program, or reprogram anything given half a chance.

His glasses are his main portable device, complete with projections in the lenses while he's working. (His parental figures and robot 'siblings', recognizing his tendency for overwork, have put their foot down on wearing unaltered glasses when he's supposed to be taking a break).

Loves cats but is afraid of horses, large dogs, and spiders. Small dogs are on thin ice.

Inhuman spice tolerance but dislikes sweets. Would probably just die if you gave him a coke.

Easily the most Be Gay Do Crimes of my characters.

Surprisingly intimidating for a beanpole teen. (In RP X was nervous around him for a good while before they got to know each other. Like those videos of dogs refusing to walk past glaring cats. They get along quite well later on though, aside from X being alternately shocked and frustrated by Ilya's tendency to inform X that 'I don't talk to cops' if asked for information he doesn't want to volunteer.)

(Yes, he says it to Zero and even Axl too.)

(He's right.)

Went from reclusive feral cat to one of the most insufferable people you've ever met when shown an ounce of real care and support.

Of all the Cossack robots, he has the closest relationship to Ring Man. They're pretty much inseparable once Ring Man's located and repaired.

And of special note! The full-grown version of Ilya will be appearing next fall in... a Victorian Vampire Visual Novel by @butterfly-latte! Which puts him in the unusual position of his AU being canon and his original version being non-canon. He's just that versatile.

[siremasterlawrence]

The Side Hustle Part 1

Charlie Parker is the owner of the bar and a very close friend of mine who invited me to his bar and grills major introduction to the world.

Standing in front of the building I agree to go and leave as quickly as possible pushing the door open and entering the room to find him.

He is this tall, nicely muscular built and hot super handsome white male I can’t stops looking at and he caught my attention very quickly.

Ignoring him I head over to my friends table to drop his gift and greet him even thought I can feel his eyes track on me following me everywhere I go.

I head to the bathroom in a huge huff with a heavy sighing fit I realize he is right behind me a hand grabs my waist slowly caressing me.

He spins me around taking my hand in his he leans in yanking me into his arms as we kiss slowly and I feel a deep change within him.

Shoving him back into the wall then I race in to the room back at the table I join the dark lit dance floor spying him in the corner of my eye.

Suddenly his hands touch mine attempting to guide me from the area I head to the pool table and we play a game grabbing a pool stick.

Upon my instructions I watch him sequester the area blocking us in we play a game and I take the first action to secure my control over him.

“What is your name? What do you do in life?”

“My name is Charlie Parker! I am a lawyer “

“A lawyer? HOT!”

“FUCK! Your voice is so calm”

“Soft! Yeah I know “

“I feel a state of submission “

“Self security “

“I need you”

“Only you can provide”

“What do I have to do?”

“Lose this game of pool “

“One more shot “

“I need to lay by you “

“Bath in my body “

“Succumb to me”

“One taste”

“A simple kiss”

“I lose”

“Wwwwwooooohhhhh”

“Take me Master Lawrence “

Charlie sips a expensive bottle of top shelf alcoholic beverage brought to the tiny pool back room table and he takes a sip I can see the glee.

The flirtation is real watching him close all of the doors in the room and he commences by taking another pool tool shooting it into the hole.

The ball scratches a mark on the table in a sharp screech causing us to giggle loudly it filters throughout the whole bar and grill my friend enjoys it all.

My new friend shadows lands on the wall in a bit of excitement I place the candle on the table and slowly lit casting a shadow onto the wall.

His eyes instantly caught his eyes I laugh a bit sliding it across the area his eyes are lost in a facial expression of confusion the fiery candle dances.

The lights flicker in time to see another odd occurrence the owner of the restaurant walk in to the room slamming his fist onto the main pool table.

“Well…well! What’s going on here?”

“Hey buddy! This is my new pal”

“He is helping me, join us”

“Please do lose yourself to the flame”

“It flickers on and off washing it away “

“Everything fades into the light”

“You are consumed and it’s all dust”

“All you here and see are me”

“I am the man in the chair”

“The one who leads”

“You are compelled to obey “

“I am your world “

“You are our world”

“You love me”

“I love you “

“We love you with all our heart and souls”

“We are intertwined, bonded and meant to each other.”

“Two sides of the same coin.”

“Mmmmm”

“I want you to disrobe your clothes, kneel at my feet.”

“Sir Yes Master Lawrence Sir”

Officer Lyle Jackman receives call to come to the joint the car parks as he jumps out onto the ground and case the area before knocking on the door.

He kicks the door open pulling up his gun he points the car in the air moving forward he is on guard as the building has long since been vacated.

Meanwhile, in the pool room I prepare for this incident after seeing Chip his friend with a Cellphone dropping from his hand on a call.

It says 911 I think to myself rolling my eyes at this fools easy trigger response to call the cops and he rips the door aside with one bang.

He stands in the door with his toned and hot muscular dark shadow overcasting onto me but I smirk for a bit and I snap my fingers so quick.

Charlie and Chip fell face forward back onto the floor leaving him in shock and awe at my actions and he pulls his gun on me I pretend to be afraid.

“Someone called into say there was a wild party.”

“It is the premier for Chips new club”

“No smart Alec remarks”

“Fine Officer! Then why is your gun on me but your eyes are glued elsewhere.”

“You are in violation”

“Of what punk?”

“SNAP!”

“Dumbfuck!”

“You are under my power”

“At my mercy”

“Strip and kneel”

“Give me your hand cuffs, I need three”

“Yes Sir”

“Cuff the other two guys”

“Rise to your feet, walk over to me and spin”

“Face your back to me”

“Offer your hands on your waist”

“Your are being handcuffed”

“Now Officer! Remove them from the pool room, and lock them in your car.”

“Close the building down.”

“Then you will drive us home.”

The end

[woodsfae]

Babylon 5 s01e15: Grail First Previous

ToC

Never gonna be over how ridiculously soothing it is to see these dated graphics.

MINBARI AND DELENN HOORAY. Who is this human they venerate so highly?

Jinxo! What a great name. Deuce, suits this blackmailing dick.

Deuce has a Centauri Murder Accomplice? Or is the trauma literally being touched by their Tummy Sex Tentacles?

Wtf, Kosh ALSO has tummy tentacles that look exactly like Centauri Tummy Tentacles and helps lowlifes keep their thumb on their blackmailees? That’s a … choice.

🫠

lmao I love this beleaguered judge trying to rule on century-old alien abductions on earthlings.

Aldous Gajic is the personage Lennier and Delenn are so honored to meet. And he knows he’s a bit of a personage, too. Seeking the Holy Grail! There is so much mysticism in Babylon 5 and it always sideswipes me a bit when it crops up without notice. What else is real? The shroud of christ? Is the tree that Buddha gained enlightenment underneath in some alien’s arboretum? edit: I am now re-aware of the fact that the Bodhi tree Siddhartha sat beneath is still alive! The exact same tree, or at least one that's old enough and in the right spot to be the exact tree. Trees be ANCIENT!

“How sad. He is a holy man. A true seeker. Among my people, a true seeker is treated with the utmost reverence and respect. It doesn’t matter that his Grail may or may not exist. What matters is that he strives for the perfection of his soul and the salvation of his race. And that he has never wavered or lost faith.”

This reminds me very much of the Creepy Murderous Shak Tot speech from s01e02:

“Not all. Only the special ones. Leaders, thinkers, poets, dreamers, blessed lunatics. [...] We enshrine them, we worship them, talk to them, listen to them. We learn.”

No wonder the Shak Tot are drawn to the Minbari. They cultivate and celebrate dreamers, blessed lunatics, etc.

Interesting exchange between Delenn and Sinclair. Again. All their exchanges are so laden with double meaning and hidden meaning and intrigue that I suspect Delenn is on the show so relatively little compared to Londo/G’Kar to preserve the impact she always has.

Sinclair: “I wish [Aldous Gajic] luck. He’s probably the only true seeker we have.” Delenn: “Then perhaps you do not know yourself as well as you think.”

The fondness in their eyes when they look at each other is unbearable! If I didn’t suspect from seeing gifsets that Delenn ends up with someone not-yet-on-the-show (John Sheridan, I believe. Been waiting for him to appear) I’d be frothing at the mouth at their clear, deep affection for each other.

Nothing says I can’t froth over it regardless, but it does put a damper on parts of my foaming.

Ah, Mirriam Runningdear (a fantastic name) is only mindwiped, not dead. Kosh has mindwiping abilities. Yikes. And the Vorlon are freaked out about telepaths? What in the fuck.

Perhaps Talia could reprogram Mirriam with basic knowledge and human functions instead of going the long way ‘round by painstakingly teaching her absolutely everything starting with muscle control?!

Michael Garibaldi. Why do you have to keep being such a damn cop? Violently cleaning out the slums isn’t in any way conducive to solving poverty, crime, or ending the human drive to migrate in search of a better life.

Probably safer for Jinxo’s (Thomas Jordan) health and safety to leave, but he’s frantic to stay, for unknown reasons. He’s a highly skilled space station builder and worked on all 5 Babylons. What does he know? What safety function is he providing or think that he’s providing? (he has lovely green eyes)

Desmond Muzychenko. Much better name than Deuce, really.

Jinxo firmly believes that if leaves Babylon 5, it’ll be destroyed like all the other Babylons.

“I don’t have the curse, I am the curse.”

dun dun dunn!!! I typo’ed ‘fun’ four times trying to write ‘dun,’ and I think it deserves to be written if it tried so hard to be immortalized. Fun!

Babylon 1 was destroyed by sabotage right after he took a leave. Same for Babylon 2. B3 blew up after he took leave, hence the nickname Jinxo. B4, he didn’t take leave. Left once it was done, and he watched the station wrinkle “twisted like putty, then just disappeared. The minute I left.”

Aldous: “I’d say that you have the wrong nickname. They should have called you “Lucky.” […] To have escaped the worst each time - that’s a blessing. You’re a very lucky man. Perhaps each time you were exactly where you were meant to be.” Jinxo: “I never thought of it like that.” Aldous: “We never do.”

He seems to be a very kind man.

Na’ka’leen feeder is a critter the Centauri discovered during their colonization empire stage that can mindwipe people. Is Kosh (or a mystery Vorlon, I guess) running around with a highly illegal Crime Pet? What does this mean for Centauri Tummy Tentacles?

Londo seems seriously and genuinely disturbed about one perhaps being on Babylon 5.

The Minbari are so intense about helping a Seeker. Well, the religious half of them. When the warriors agree with the religious “it is a terrible thing, a terrible power, as recent events have shown us. Let us hope it never again happens in our lifetime.”

Well that’s unnerving. And now I expect it to happen again at least once a season.

Written words cannot express how freaky the non-Kosh voice coming out of this Vorlon-esque encounter suit is. I’m guessing it is a na’ka’leen and they’re highly predatory, and unfortunately sentient.

Where did Deuce get a Vorlon encounter suit??

Why WHY are there so many tentacles lately. Did tentacle porn spike in popularity in 1994? Don’t answer that.

Third pronunciation of Gajic so far. I have a lot of sympathy for this guy. I get about the same rate of novel pronunciations per introduction ratio for my name.

Vir is one-upping the Minbari is what he’s doing. Londo would care more if he was one-upping G’Kar, of course.

Panaceas and mystical methods of healing are a big theme in this season so far. Going to be interesting to see if/when they have a breakthrough that sticks.

Aldous is a fantastic staff fighter. And so earnest about cultivating Thomas “Jinxo” Jordan as a Seeker and blessed lunatic the Shak Tot would risk their lives to collect.

That didn’t really sound like Kosh. Feeder?

Tazer to the back > staff skillz

It really must be terrifying, thinking there’s a rogue Vorlon doing the bidding of the rising Boss Thug of the underworld.

Aldous is probably the most mystical thing to happen in the show so far. Ordering a bizarre, brain sucking Dalek-alike around successfully!

Aaaand it’s escaping. Bad news for sentients everywhere. idk if it’s going to eat Aldous, or die in his arms but I’d bet on one of the two.

hm, neither. But a Holy Mission being passed on to Thomas Jordan as Aldous dies is both fitting and spooky.

“[Aldous] found what he was looking for. What we’re all looking for: a reason. […] [a reason for] Everything, Commander. Everything.”

I do hope Garibaldi loses some sleep over the Curse, though.

[Thomas’ ship jumps away] Garibaldi: “No boom?” Sinclair: “No boom.” Ivanova: “No boom today, boom tomorrow. There’s always a boom tomorrow…what? Look, someone’s got to have some damn perspective around here! Boom. Sooner or later,”

Please can I have some Talia/Susan content. Just a touch. Even a glance! I'm dying, I'm starving!

Onwards!

[reprogrammed-auhwhdh]

this is the reprogrammed au, where i changed up events in valiant hero so rhm turned into a cyborg and was locked up as that (instead of reg being handed over it was the files they made like a trade, but rhm still got messed up so gspi but swapped with bounty hunter somehow idk ill make it work) and the clan broke him and reg out after the rocket exploded or something idk, and then we all know the events of valiant hero and what happened to charles

im in denial about that ending and made charles into a cyborg so now we have 2 robot men running around

i also have a fan faction mafia who are rivalling the toppats, like they haaateee eachother

so i put it all into a blender and came up with this on a 2 and a half hour christmas trip to bath while listening to 6up 5oh cop-out so now you lovely people can see rhm babysit a bat-shit crazy charles 😅

(charles was still getting used to his cyborg enhancements when the mafia kidnapped him, so his programming got messed up and somehow his personality went WOOSH crazy time, rhm stays the same because he was more used to it all)

i have no clue what i am doing so please help me i beg

[tea-and-finalfantasy]

on one hand it makes no sense to blame liu kang for narrative aspects we dislike bc it's the writers' choices and they're presented as positives (vs being the writers' choices through liu kang but being presented as iffy or negative)

we're more lead to view him hiding his godhood as something underhanded, and thus negative, than we are led to view what we hate plot-wise as a fault of his

like the absence/reassignment of hanzo hasashi isn't presented in-narrative as a flaw or mistake. it's meant to be seen as a positive little snippet for everyone involved even though a lot of us hate it. we're not meant to take this out on anyone, much less liu kang

on the other hand, the "oh fuck you're evil? guess i have to delete this version of u and start over :(" really sounds like the megaman ruby spears "now we can just reprogram u to be good!"

like no actually let him keep his free will and just kill him

this narrative isn't going for abolition of prisons or cops. this narrative isn't going for restorative justice. there are prisons but the only issue in text here is that they don't work to contain the evil, not that they're the bastions of torture we have irl

yes slave labor is mentioned in game as a punishment but i feel like we're supposed to see it as negative bc it's what happens to syzoth if you lose to li mei. it happens to syzoth and that makes us upset. the narrative doesn't push that shang tsung going to prison, whether or not made to do hard labor, is a bad thing

prison in game is only bad when it happens to the characters we like as opposed to irl where it does no good/does more harm/is actual torture in so many different cases which no one should be subjected to for any reason, no matter who they are

so the only option we have here is to kill bc the only other available option of fucking memory wiping people? forcing them to be the version of them u want???? that's fucked, you can't fucking do that

again i'm. not quite sure here, from the little dialogue i've seen, if the narrative is pushing for this to be seen as a positive thing or a negative thing but given the positive rewrites liu kang has done--ones we like as viewers and ones we hate that are presented as positive--and given the fact that he's memory wiping the evil dudes, i feel like we're supposed to be okay with it and just overlook it but like. no absolutely not