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You see your hairs turning orange and feel most of your clothes vanish. Before you can realise what's happening, your brother speaks. "I know you still try to resist. But it's over. Frow now on, you are not allowed to think. I want you to be an airhead." Your last sparks of hope vanishes as your toughts get simpler and simpler
"Like what you want me to do"