Therapy, part 3

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Sorry this took a bit. I hope you enjoy.

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To hypnotise Linda, Al needed to have her on the couch, so Karen would need to move. There was a rocking chair in a far corner of the room. Seemed as good a place as any.

"Karen, please move over to the rocking chair and sit down. When you sit down, you will drop back into a deep trance. You will ignore anything anyone else in the room says until I touch your shoulder and say your name."

Karen followed the instructions and drifted back off to sleep.

"OK, Linda, please lay on the couch."

Before going straight into the pre-hypnosis "You can't do anything you wouldn't do normally" mantra, he wanted to keep asking some questions of Linda.

"So, you two live here?"

"That's right." Linda was now laying on the couch.

"Who are the two people in the pictures?"

"Our... parents."

"Where are they now?"

"Where ever their souls should rest. They died in a plane crash, you know, the one over Brazil a few months back?" Linda was visibly shaken discussing this.

Al felt about three feet tall. Regardless of what he suspected about Linda's true nature, she was a very human person to him right then.

"I'm sorry." was all he could muster. The sat quietly for a moment together.

Al went through the pre-trance mantra again. He needed to to calm Linda back down. She seemed to calm eventually; he had to repeat some steps more then once. When he began the deepening, she took to it well.

Now she was laying on her back, sleeping deeply, her eyes comfortably shut.

"Now, Linda, you will answer all my questions fully and honestly, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Are you a person or a human?"

"A person."

"Who made you?"

"My father."

"Why did he make you?"

"I was made because father needed help keeping the house and grounds maintained while he took care of mother."

"What was wrong with mother?"

"She was a research biologist who worked at the university. Because of her research, she was infected with a flesh-eating fungus. It took her arm. Even after they amputated, it was still present in her body. It was killing her slowly. They traveled the world trying to find her some kind of treatment. In the end, it was father's work that helped the most."

"Where did father work?"

"He worked at the university, too. He was an adjunct researcher with the engineering departments. Although he had no expertise in biology or medicine, he did what he could. He built mother a fantastic artificial limb. It looked and acted exactly like a real limb. Once it became aware that the disease was not going to stop there, he built me."

"I don't follow."

"As it turns out, the prosthetic arm was a prototype for a full skeletal and musculature body. There was some debate within the engineering departments as to what to do with it; the computer science department wanted to control it with a super computer, the biology department wanted to try to transplant a brain into it," Linda allowed herself a slight smirk at that one, "but none of those ideas worked. Father supposed, since really, all biology is chemistry, if one could copy the necessary chemical processes of a brain in the proper chemical bath, it should be possible to create a suitable artificial brain for the body. So, that's what he did."

"That still doesn't explain why you and your sister are here."

"Father needed help keeping the house in order and keeping care of mother. At times, she would require months of constant monitoring and medication to keep the disease at bay. During those times, he needed help around the house. Both mother and father were intensely private; they didn't even tell the university she was dying. So neither was willing to have a person not in the family to help. So I was made to help. It is my purpose to keep the house and grounds maintained and to see to the domestic needs of the humans in the house."

Al thought that seemed like a lot of trouble for a housekeeper...

Linda smirked and resettled on the couch, "And besides, he wanted to prove to the nay-sayers at the university he could do it."

Ah, Al thought, now it all makes sense. Well, not all of it.

"And Karen? Why is she here?"

"A gift to father from mother. As her disease progressed, any intimate physical contact was painful. She tried to talk me into it, but I wasn't interested. So she made Karen, and made father's physical happiness her priority."

"Wow. So your sister is a sex toy for your father?"

"That is what her directives tell her to be."

"Does that bother you?"

"I have no directive for that."

That reminded Al that he needed to get onto the hypnotic suggestions.

"I'm going to give you some new directives now. Whenever I say 'Linda, sleep please', you will return to this deep trance state. You will always answer my questions truthfully. You will feel free to discuss your true nature and your sister's true nature with me. If I give you a command to perform an act that would force you to expose your true nature, such as exposing your inner workings or removing a limb, you will comply. Do you understand?"

"Do you have any directives which force you to accept commands from your father and mother?"

"No."

"Does your sister?"

"No."

"How did you know how to react to your father and mother?"

"We do have directives about how to treat them, just not to directly accept commands from them. We are not automatons; we are people."

Al thought to himself for a minute and then got up and walked over to Karen and touched her on the shoulder.

"Karen, I am going to give you some new directives now. You will feel free to discuss your true nature and your sister's true nature with me. If I give you a command to perform and act that would force you to expose your true nature, such as removing a limb or exposing your inner workings, you will comply. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Linda and Karen, you both have directives which force you to treat your father and mother in certain ways. Are any of these directives to treat them negatively?"

"No," they answered in unison.

"You will both replace your father and mother within all directives you currently follow with me. In cases where this would create a conflict, choose the directive which would give me the most control over your actions, or, if that isn't enough, the directive which is keyed on father. Is that understood?"

Linda answered first. "Yes, understood." It took Karen a full three minutes to reply, "Yes, understood."

Al was holding his breath the whole time. They didn't ask for what they wanted in reprogramming, but this is what they got. He hoped he hadn't gone too far. He didn't know how much reprogramming their systems could handle, and he didn't want things to go haywire. He repositioned himself in the room so that he had a straight shot to the front door in case they freaked out when they woke up.

"Ok, now, when I count to three, you will both wake up feeling wide awake and refreshed. Your conscious mind will not remember the new directives I've given you, but your subconscious mind will remember the directives and follow them."

"One, two, three."

Both women opened their eyes and looked around the room.

"Al!" Karen exclaimed, jumped out of the chair, bounced over to Al, and planted a full, wet kiss on his lips while her hands started to drift lazily down his body.

"Jeez, Karen, don't you ever stop? Let the guy rest, will you?" Linda muttered as she walked past them to the front door to check if the police was done with the drunk driver yet.

Al grinned beneath Karen's eager lips; he could get used to this. At least, he hoped to get the chance.

[bilbo]

Briliant, please keep this one going, it's a wonderfully fresh view and I hope you can keep it going at this pace.

[Karel]

Definitely a very original take on robots and hypnosis. And effective, too!

[Freiburg V3.0]

great story!

[Green Dragon]

very good *claps* one question how do you hypnotise a robot? lol look forward to part 4 bud one more thing flesh eating virus LMAO!