SUBMISSION: I saw this gif-set and immediately thought of you. Hope you enjoy it!
I did! ;) -M.
In retrospect, the degree had been a mistake. An awful lot of time and energy wasted on something she could now barely even remember. Occasional flashes of it would pop up unbidden in her brain, usually at inopportune times of excitement or agitation. These little chunks of useless and context-less knowledge only served to confuse her, even though they quickly disappeared.
No, the degree was a waste. A mostly-forgotten relic of a life from an awful long time ago, and which sometimes seemed to have belonged to someone else entirely. Those momentary fragments did always leave her wondering how differently things might have turned out, had she not made some particular choices.
Not that wondering would get her very far. There was no going back from this, what she had chosen. ‘Irreversible’ was the word that came up a lot when she had initially - idly, hopefully - discussed the possibility with her owner. He’d told her that even if he’d wanted to help her changed back (and he’d said he wasn’t super-keen on the idea) he couldn’t have anyway. It was a one way process. She trusted her owner, so she believed him. As far as she was now concerned, he couldn’t lie anyway, so that was that.
It wasn’t so bad anyway, she supposed, what she was turning into. It was getting easier every day just to give into that voice inside her head. It was getting louder now too, which made it even easier just to do what it told her. The physical changes had scared her at first, but now the voice told her it was normal and natural and she was starting to believe it. It was natural what was happening to her. Owner said so, too.
She just felt a little sad to have spent so long working on something she would never need again. She felt a bit silly about it really. A degree meant that, at one point, she would have spent an awful lot of time thinking and working, and that just didn’t sit right with her now. That wasn’t what she was for, and imagining herself doing it made her uncomfortable. Owner helped her feel more in her places when she came to him with these feelings, though, which was nice.
Eventually, she was told, she’d remember nothing nasty at all. In fact, the voice in her head would take care of everything, and her brain could just switch off forever. She was sort of looking forward to that, even if she was just the tiniest bit scared. She wondered what it was going to feel like.
All in all, life was going in a much better direction now. She thought. Or she was told she thought so, which was basically the same thing now.
SUBMISSION: I saw this on my feed the other day and instantly thought of you! I wish I knew who had originally posted it so that I could credit them!
But I love how she is acting, as if she is still able to fight the nanites coursing through her body :)
I like a little spark of resistance in my bitches. It makes for a perkier pet once they’re properly broken. ;) - M.