I start speaking and your eyes are rolling back, your skin is reddening and your body is convulsing. You can barely breathe your obsession with me is leaving you gasping for air. I have you in a chokehold and I am thousands of miles away. You are free to close your computer, stand up and travel anywhere you want right now but you can’t outrun your urge to serve me. I have your slave brain in chains. Laced with my triggers, how could you ever remove them? One snap of my fingers and your head is spinning. A light switch only I can flick on and OFF - your brain is my motherboard, drone.