(The way she's languidly staring at me with absolute attention and yet not even a hint of a glare... I can't help but feel that at this moment, I'm the very center of her reality, perhaps even the source of all truth to her mind. ...What a grave responsibility. And yet, to prove that one's mind can be led in truly abnormal directions through this method, I must attempt to do precisely that to hers. At the very least, one idea vaguely alluded to in the notes seems like a notion she'd appreciate on some level, even as the victim.)
At this moment... through your desire to assist me... I have access to all your knowledge... from the most pointless trivia... to your most basic understanding of reality. ...As though your mind were a library... and you were the librarian... here to assist me. ...I need only request a fact... and you shall give it to me.
(Given her persistent love of the idea of being my "assistant", framing her role in this in terms of "assistance" ought to make the idea of doing as I say seem even more appropriate.)
Much like any library... at this time... a fact could even be taken out of your mind... though given time, anyone trustworthy... will always return such a fact to you... where it belongs. ...While a fact is gone... all references to it are stolen from your memories... almost as though you never knew it. ...Trying to think of the fact... and trying to relearn the fact... will just draw a blank... since your ability to be aware of it has been taken... so only the person who took the fact... can give it back to you. ...You trust me enough... to assist me... in taking a fact from your mind... which I will return later... do you not?
(Supposedly, phrasing a suggestion as a question in this particular way will both weaken resistance to it and prompt a response. As for the action itself, I can't help but imagine that Kay would appreciate my plan of temporarily "stealing" her name; even if not, the promise both explicit and metaphorically implied of an inevitable return should reassure her, particularly as I plan for her to remember this first session.)
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At this moment... through your desire to assist me... I have access to all your knowledge... from the most pointless trivia... to your most basic understanding of reality. ...As though your mind were a library... and you were the librarian... here to assist me. ...I need only request a fact... and you shall give it to me.
(Given her persistent love of the idea of being my "assistant", framing her role in this in terms of "assistance" ought to make the idea of doing as I say seem even more appropriate.)
Much like any library... at this time... a fact could even be taken out of your mind... though given time, anyone trustworthy... will always return such a fact to you... where it belongs. ...While a fact is gone... all references to it are stolen from your memories... almost as though you never knew it. ...Trying to think of the fact... and trying to relearn the fact... will just draw a blank... since your ability to be aware of it has been taken... so only the person who took the fact... can give it back to you. ...You trust me enough... to assist me... in taking a fact from your mind... which I will return later... do you not?
(Supposedly, phrasing a suggestion as a question in this particular way will both weaken resistance to it and prompt a response. As for the action itself, I can't help but imagine that Kay would appreciate my plan of temporarily "stealing" her name; even if not, the promise both explicit and metaphorically implied of an inevitable return should reassure her, particularly as I plan for her to remember this first session.)