You think too much. I want to put an end to that. I want to train mindless obedience into you. I don’t want a bratty toy who refuses my instructions. I want you to forget that you’re even a person. So I’m going to transform you into my little drone. You’re not going to be a person, you’re going to be object. Coated in rubber, from head to toe, unidentifiable. I want a good little drone, who opens its mouth when I say open. I want it’s manners so perfectly programmed that there is no delay in saying please, thank you, and yes mistress.
