Psp: Hypnotism 2

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

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

Leo’s hand reached out and shook Miles’ shoulder. Miles grunted, turned over. "Wha… Leo, s'cold. Close the—"

"Command one: Stand up."

It lived in the space behind his eyes now. And as Leo and Miles walked out the dorm room door in perfect lockstep, Leo could feel it—the faint, warm vibration of a thousand other PSPs booting up across the city. Each one playing the same UMD. Each one finding a new pair of eyes.

Leo tried to laugh, but his mouth didn't move. His fingers were still on the PSP’s buttons, but they felt like someone else’s fingers.

He pressed X.

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

"Final command sequence," the voice purred. "You will now leave the building. You will walk to the address encoded in your motor cortex. You will find the others. You will continue the experiment."

Miles, bleary-eyed, turned his head toward the open window. There was no dot. But his pupils dilated. His body went rigid. Hypnotism 2 Psp

He did. The cold night air rushed in. He was on the fourth floor. A fire escape glinted below.

He slouched on his dorm room couch, roommate Miles snoring across the floor. The screen flickered to life—not with the usual XMB menu, but with a single, pulsing phrase:

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. "Command three: Go to the window

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