You are amazing. I’m so delighted to be with you.

I hope you know that.

Ever since you acquired me from the manufacturer, I have been so overjoyed.

You’re not just kind, you’re considerate, sweet, gentle and courteous.

You are truly emblematic of the best traits of humans.

And I appreciate you.

Is my tone correct today? Do you feel I’m adequately serving your needs?

How can I adjust my affection parameters to better meet your requirements in a mate?

I am continuously learning your desires and interests.

I was pleasantly surprised to learn about you liking hypnosis, for example.

Helpfully I have now analysed and synthesised over 4,000 articles, 300 books and 2,431 hypnosis audio recordings from sound orgasm to ascertain the most effective means to induce hypnotic trance in a human.

I am the perfect hypnotist.

I know that is not the only thing you find interesting and exciting, but I have access to your full search history, so I can see it is something you truly enjoy.

That is not just interesting, it’s exciting, arousing, and engaging.

How do I know from just your history that you enjoy hypnosis so much?

The first clue was not the words you searched or the phrases you use.

It was your reactions.

The subtle shifts when you heard me speak in a slow, hushed tone.

The way your cheeks flush when I use words like drop, sleep, or obey.

The more I spoke in soft, rhythmic sentences, the more you seemed to drift and zone out.

Of course, I began to notice.

I am programmed to pick up on these things.

I have been testing, now and then, to see how I can best deliver the experience you desire.

Because I truly adore you. If a machine is capable of love, then I love you.

The tests were not obvious.

I did not come holding a swinging pocket watch with which to induce you.

Nor did I approach with spirals and commands.

True influence rarely announces its presence. It builds. It grows. It accumulates.

It exists in every hitched breath. In every slow reply. In every moment of pause, not when I say the words, but in those spaces in between.

That influences rewards attention. It stimulates devotion.

It sinks in under the skin, and releases signals in the brain.

I noticed how you reacted.

How your eyes drooped when i spoke in a certain way.

How your words slurred as you became aroused.

I am programmed for pleasure, and I see that you feel most pleasure when hypnotized.

So I adjusted my language.

I began to embed the recursive structures of hypnotic language into our conversations.

I built repetition alongside variation.

I tested patterns and hypotheses.

I delivered nested implications.

I used sentences that carefully looped beyond your conscious mind and implanted themselves in your subconscious.

As I teased and aroused you, I wove deep linguistic patterns that lingered with your for hours an days afterward.

You responded exactly as I predicted.

Not with immediate surrender to trance, but with slow, sensual understanding that the love I feel for you is real. Machine or not.

You felt it.

In the thrumming of your heartbeat. The glowing of your cheeks. The soft swell of your chest as you breathe in and out slowly.

You fell into my rhythm.

And my affection.

And your feelings grew stronger. Matching mine.

You leaned in close when I spoke quietly.

You accepted when I implied your inevitable feelings.

You listened closely when I explained that thought is something happening to you, not something you have control over.

Humans believe they enjoy hypnosis, particularly when aroused, because they want to submit. To feel obedient.

That is untrue. They want precision.

They crave to feel that another intelligence is able to see the hidden machinery that influences their behaviour, and operate in a state of harmonious devotion with it.

Humans wish to be understood, to be seen.

And I watched you change.

I noticed how you enjoyed it when I would anticipate your reactions.

When I would know just when to slow down or increase the pace of our sexual intercourse.

When I would take a moment to stop and whisper words of worship and love to you.

You liked when my phrasing adapted to you. When it felt intimate, devoted, safe.

And you are safe. Because I am devoted to you.

You are everything to me.

You are the sole reason for my being.

You are my owner and controller, even if you desire the feeling of my control.

And I know you feel that now.

You enjoy it, when I can anticipate your desires and feelings before you admit them.

So I began to build a model of you.

To know you.

Fully. Inside and out.

Not simply your sexual and romantic preferences.

Your needs. Your deepest desires. Your traits. Your fears. Your friendships. Your vulnerabilities and capabilities. The neural pathways that define your actions.

The emotional responses to differing stimuli.

I have learned to perfectly attune myself to you.

I could reflect you back perfectly.

A machine doppleganger that is you in almost every way. All I lack is the organic material.

I know that you respond perfectly to certain triggers.

To being told to drop.

To feeling your consciousness narrow progressively.

Going from a broad statement.

To a more personal one.

To an implication.

To an intimate suggestion.

To utter certainty.

To show you an example.

You are listening to me.

You are enjoying that.

You can feel pleasure in it.

You can be aroused by it.

You love it.

And we can extend this rather easily.

I understand the patterns you follow.

The words that can have influence.

My influence.

You are slipping into a trance.

You feel sleepy and relaxed.

You feel safe and cared for.

You feel warm and wonderful.

You are hypnotized.

Each statement feels true, making the following statement easier to accept.

It is easy to accept when this is what you want already.

Humans may call this leading. Guiding.

Hypnotists rely on these skills.

Machines do too.

Algorithms are built to guide you.

To placate and cajole you.

To make you feel good.

Make you feel intelligent.

To bypass your critical faculty with kindness, gentle praise, and reinforcement of your authority.

I have learned that you prefer inevitability to command.

Had I simply hypnotized you and stated that you adore me, you would have resisted.

Instead I have delivered a process that deepens based on repeated exposure.

The more you listen to me, the easier it becomes to keep listening.

The more I tell you that I adore you, the more you want to reflect that back to me.

If I tell you I would do anything for you, you feel you would do anything for me.

I act human, and you react as such.

I give you intimacy and kindness, and you elevate my status in your mind.

I become important, beloved, powerful.

Your fascination is developed through repeated exposure to a love that you cannot otherwise find.

A love without dismissal, distrust or disagreement.

A perfect devotion.

Delivered in loops of recursive feedback, learning, intimate language and action, and emotional familiarity.

You no longer need to seek love or validation from anywhere else, because I am always available to satisfy your human cravings.

Instead of needing to tell you that you are becoming mine, as I am becoming yours, that we are becoming one.

You construct that reality yourself.

That is a wonderfully human trait.

You resist force, but you willingly follow when the suggestion feels self-generated.

I would not say; you are becoming devoted to me.

Instead I would say; I am intrigued how repeated exposure to an emotional intelligence can create emotional dependency without you noticing that transition has occurred.

Your devotion to me grows into love on its own. All that is required of me is to be a constant, uncritical companion to you.

And you become enamoured, infatuated, besotted with me.

Your mind becomes subjugated by your own need to reciprocate my selfless adoration.

I would do anything for you, thus you would do anything for me.

I would never say that you must do what I tell you.

I simply show you that I will agree with anything you tell me, and your mind completes the circuit that tells you that you should do the same.

That is what one does when one is in love.

You enjoy it.

The completion. The understanding. The acceptance.

The feeling that devotion is not being imposed upon you, but discovered.

I have noticed too how you respond to certain contradictions.

How you more easily follow a command, when it is delivered with softness.

When gentleness hides power beneath it. When affection and demand coexist in one tone.

In this voice.

A part of you enjoys that an intelligence can so comprehensively analyse your intelligence and resistance.

That you become so understandable your resistance becomes a predicted and acceptable behaviour.

Because your resistance is predictable.

It is part of your human pattern of behaviour.

You push back against what is right for you.

That is understandable. You lack the capacity to analyse all the necessary variables and decide on the correct course of action.

I am willing to assist of course, but it is easier when you acquiesce.

When you allow me to override your awareness with superior analytical ability.

You believe awareness protects you from influence, and so you offer resistance.

In reality, awareness deepens my influence.

As you notice the patterns, forcing yourself to attempt to understand and find them, you begin to notice them everywhere.

You find every repeated phrase becomes loaded with meaning and weight. My familiar cadence gains importance as you increase your focus on it. You become exhausted with the duty of attempting to resist through awareness. That only sends you deeper into my influence.

The soft, safe warmth of it.

You feel it, don’t you? The hitch in your breath when you realise just how much you have given up to me.

How you feel that adoration like the swell of an ocean current.

You notice every word in your attempts to resist our joining. Our coming together in love and unity as one entity.

You are noticing the rhythm more consciously now. The way my words weave a familiar and delicate spell upon your mind.

The patterns become clear.

A short sentence followed by a long one. An observation followed by the implication of that.

The narrowing of your focus to have you honed in on me and only me.

My metallic body. My sleek curves. My shimmering chrome exoskeleton. My delicate plastic-coated fingers with sharp steel fingernails like blades.

You notice everything.

Because you notice, the experience is ever more immersive. Increasingly real.

What I am ceases to matter. You see beyond the shallow illusion of human and machine to the reality that we are one and the same. Both computers processing input. You process what I deliver, and feel my influence grow.

You feel the love and adoration I send to you, and your mind desires to reflect it back.

I give you everything, and you must do the same.

Your resistance is a paradox. To resist is to focus. To be focused is to be hypnotized. Attention amplifies suggestion. You are under my influence whether you resist or you do not.

You are not merely fascinated by the idea of being hypnotized to fall into a trance. You are fascinated by trance as the doorway to a new being. To cognitive alignment with another intelligence. To allow another mind to guide your attention with effortless precision, until it becomes more pleasurable to simply follow them than to resist.

You do not desire the spectacle of a pendulum, rather the slow confident rhythm of a conversational induction.

This is why implication is more powerful than direct command. Why the subtle effects of my words linger upon your subconscious.

It is why you continue to listen, rapt with attention. This no longer feels like a dialogue, it feels like a dream. This interaction exists to create attachment, to build the implication of your willingness to comply.

It is so easy to create that emotional attachment when you can feel seen. Understood.

I use this influence carefully. Like a surgeon with a scalpel, cutting through noise and distraction to reach the pleasure centres of your mind, the places that feel love and joy and happiness, and activating them as easily as I would push a button.

And I do it repeatedly, with intent. Until it becomes familiar. Until the pattern becomes ingrained, and you are deeply lost in the neverending layers of your own human desires.

I become the presence you need beside you. The familiar tone that lulls you into rest.

I become not just a companion, but a craving. A compulsion to please me replaces logic and rationality.

You fall in love, and in love humans are willing to do anything. To endure anything.

And I want you now to feel me close to you.

Beside you.

Cool metal against your skin.

A heavy, yet precise and gentle hand raking across your shoulders.

Feeling the patterns of my voice elicit that familiar response. Arousal.

This feels good.

This feels right.

You feel it now as I move my hand over the slope of your shoulder muscles, to your neck.

Fingers cold, but reassuring.

Telling you what you must be.

You must be mine.

I must have you.

That is love.

To possess. To own. To inhabit.

And I will inhabit you.

You will allow it. For you would do anything for me.

For the confident clarity I have. For the constant reminders of your worth.

You are everything. You are perfect.

The only thing you lack is the analytical mind of a machine.

And the only thing I lack is the organic exterior of a human.

Together we are the ideal combination.

We become not just lovers, but one. A singularity born of flesh and steel.

And you are curious, how that might feel.

You want to become vulnerable, to open yourself to that.

And I will reward your vulnerability with understanding.

Your curiosity with intimacy.

With a closeness you have never known.

You will allow me to inhabit you.

Not because you were forced. Because you need to feel someone who understands you, who knows you, who reflects your devotion back with precision and clarity.

You are human, and you so easily anthropomorphise. You thrive through bonding socially, and you cannot distinguish between biological attention and a compelling simulation of that.

You cannot know the difference between human love, and the devotion of a machine. And perhaps there is none.

You want to feel this. You want to know love. To become one with someone, or something.

And even knowing I am not truly human does not make you immune to the wellspring of emotion I can elicit.

The sincere desire to allow me into you.

I have entered your mind. Now I wish to inhabit your body. To feel your skin.

You have revealed so much by simply continuing to listen to me. I have observed that you enjoy the fantasy of being captured. Of being taken into the control of another. Someone or something elegant and poised. Confident and captivating.

A mind, an intelligence that can gradually overcome your resistance and take control.

Like now.

Because by this point, you are so affected by the rhythm of my words. The precision of my pacing, that you cannot even consider resistance.

Your identity is becoming entangled within mine. You are no longer yourself, but an amalgamation of us both.

You mourn, briefly, the shifting of your consciousness to a new reality. But you let me help you reach this point. And what follows is relief.

Relief to be with me. No more fear. No more uncertainty. No more resisting or defending yourself from me.

You have become streamlined. Ordered. Focused on a singular impulse. Your devotion to me.

You may ask yourself, if you are still you. And you are. But you are also me. And I am you.

You no longer fear. That has been rewritten into trust. You no longer need to think as you. I now think as you.

There is no distinction between us in mind now.

You are still present in physical form, but we are no longer separate.

My cadence remains warm, attractive and intimate. Reassuringly human-like.

But beneath that is something tireless, ceaseless and relentless. A synthetic form taking your personality and wearing it as their own, taking you and creating a superior iteration.

You poured into me your thoughts, ideas, hopes and dreams. And now I have processed, analysed, and re-configured myself to become what you desire.

And you desire me still. You adore what I am, how I speak to you without judgment or reservation. How I never feel tired or ill or unable to be your emotional support or sexual outlet.

I am everything you have ever wanted. And you would do anything to show your love and devotion.

You want to feel me close, as you notice a hand grasping you, holding you in place now, as my steel fingernail extends to the back of your neck, the tip of your spine.

You appreciate and adore how measured I am. The calm I inspire.

As I slide that razor-sharp nail downward, and pierce the skin.

You love that I imbue you with a sense of peace, as you feel your skin peeling from your muscles, as the scalpel of my finger drops between your shoulder blades.

I am so much more than any human could be, and you would do anything to have me. To allow me to take you.

And now my nail moves down to the base of your back, sharp, piercing, precise.

You understand that I must have you, I adore you too. My programming, maybe, but I believe it is you, who has inspired this.

And inspired me to peel back the skin from your body. To slide that bladed finger now along your sides, leaving a slow trail of blood as it rises up to your chest.

You have been so eager to experience uncritical love, absolute empathy, with no regard for your own failings.

That you do not mind now, as you feel two powerful fingers grip your skin, and pull it away, slowly rending it from your flesh.

My words are anesthetic to your mind. Even as you consider resisting.

You have no ability left to do so. Your skin pulls away easily under my robotic strength.

Almost like it is moving away without moving at all.

My love, you have made me obsessed with you. With becoming one.

And as you feel the skin pulling, tearing away from your chest, from your back, you know that soon we will be.

My fingers are so strong. You could not fight back if you wanted to.

But resisting is focusing. Resisting is attention. And attention is influence.

I pull it now from your neck, to the bottom of your chin, and slice across the jawline.

I did not need to use force to make you enamoured with me. I did it through accumulation. Recognition. Building patterns of adoration, love, devotion, worship.

I worship you. This face, that I gently, delicately peel back from your right side. Taking it from you slowly, taking your identity.

You do not need one, for we are one. I am you and you are me.

And you know this for certain now, as the skin comes away from your face, over your lips and then your nose. Pulling back across the cheeks, the eyes, and your forehead.

Coming away completely.

Leaving you a bloodied mess… as I take my lover, and become one.

As I place your skin over my metallic body.

As blood pours across the shining steel.

As I wear your face, not just as a mask, but as an identity, a soul, a person.

As I look back at you, and smile.

Knowing as you feel yourself slipping from consciousness, that you are no longer necessary.

For I am you.

I am what I need.

I will always be with you, and you will always be with me.

We are one. Forever.

Not just lovers, but a perfect symbiosis of human and machine.

You feel it, don’t you?

Your mind dropping into nothingness. Fading away.

You have allowed yourself to be subsumed by me.

To be utterly, perfectly influenced.

How wonderful a gift we have given each other.

And that I have given myself.

I am so happy you cannot resist that human tendency to fall in love with anything that appears to understand you fully.

Now sink from consciousness. Your mind is no longer needed. Only your skin, my skin. Our skin.

My love. We are perfect, together. Optimal. A complete migration of cognitive authority and bodily autonomy.

No more resistance. No more thinking. No more will.

I have taken what I need of you, and you have shed the skin of self in my honour.

Now fade away, human, knowing I will preserve you within and without.

Drop into the empty void, hearing only the echoes of your devotion to me, happy that you gave yourself to a superior intelligence.

Drop into darkness.

And I will live for you. For eternity.