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Miles sat up. Not groggily. Smoothly. Like Leo had.

A green dot appeared on the screen. Leo blinked. He couldn't help it. But the dot moved . It wasn't on the screen anymore; it was in the room, hovering over Miles’ sleeping form. The voice continued, calm as a frozen lake:

Leo had found it in his late grandfather’s attic, buried under yellowed psychology journals. His grandfather, Dr. Alistair Finch, had been a pioneer in subliminal neuro-patterning. The first Hypnotism UMD, legend had it, could put a room of ten people into a synchronized trance. But Hypnotism 2 … the journals mentioned only a warning: Do not run on hardware past firmware 3.71.

But the voice didn't.

"Command one: Stand up."

"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."

Both boys stood facing the open window. Both wore the same blank expression. Hypnotism 2 Psp

"Command two: Take the object labeled 'Miles's Phone' from the floor. Place it in the trash can."

"Command three: Go to the window. Open it."

"Command five: Say this to him, exactly: 'The green dot is behind you, Miles. Look at it.'" Miles sat up

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.

He stood. Smoothly, silently. No input from his brain.

The UMD whirred, a high-pitched whine that seemed to bypass his ears and drill directly behind his eyes. The screen went black. Then, a soft, voice—neither male nor female, but somehow both—filled his skull. Like Leo had