Hypnotism - 2 Psp

"Your voluntary motor functions are now transferring to auditory command. You will hear a phrase. You will obey it. You will not remember obeying it."

His body bent, picked up the snoring man’s iPhone, and dropped it into the plastic bin with a dull thunk. Leo watched from inside his own head like a passenger on a train. Hypnotism 2 Psp

The UMD whirred again, faster this time. Leo’s PSP screen erupted with spirals—not just one, but dozens, overlapping, spinning in opposite directions. The whine became a chord, then a melody, then a voice speaking a thousand commands per second, each one slipping into a different crack of Miles’ sleeping consciousness. "Your voluntary motor functions are now transferring to

"Command one: Stand up."

"Command two: Take the object labeled 'Miles's Phone' from the floor. Place it in the trash can." You will not remember obeying it

Leo’s PSP was on 3.71. Of course it was.

Leo’s lips parted. The words came out, perfect, inflectionless. "The green dot is behind you, Miles. Look at it."