Copier... Hah!

This is not an idea by me, Haxsaw. I am seated under the staircase to my L shaped living room to my large home. I am merely on a Tropic Island. This idea is a group idea I borrowed, taken from two writers. It is really, actually from: The Torretcube & The Author 2014. These two writers made individual stories, entered here. I use their ideas for this fictional account.

Haxsaw was fiddling at his desk, cursing. He was playing with the God Helmet. He had bought it, on-line. He actually read quite a lot about Persinger’s research. Effectively, what the helmet he’d designed seems do is disrupt ordinary operation of a part of the temporal lobe that functions in a primarily spatial fashion: That part of the brain distinguishes self and others, establishing the mind’s sense of “here” and “there” with relation to bodily space. Disable it and you’re at one with the universe, dude!
Haxsaw knew enough to realize and understand the real God Helmet device was to be used under controlled conditions. A subject needed relax, lie or sit still and wait.

A gentle writer once inquired if smoking a joint was okay, while listening to a file, from Warp My Mind. As Haxsaw had answered, sincerely, smoking a joint after listening to a file from Warp My Mind was advised. He also suggested, strongly, the gentle listener take up exercise as walking as well as a vitamin regimen. In plugging in the second cord Haxsaw knew the computer's Sound Card would work with the God Helmet's four U.S.B devices. L.N. was already showered and powered for the evening hour. Her station on T.V. to show a favorite program was off the air. This was due to some Tropic Storm. Haxsaw muttered, a habit he needed work on forgetting as well ditch being so clumsy. With L.N. having no favorite show to sit back and watch he called her over.
Haxsaw wanted L.N. feel after effects. Upon the screen a swirling pattern from Warp My Mind was revolving, easily and gently. From the computer's player device was E.M.G.'s special music file he had sent, a while ago.

After so much discussion and explanation L.N. was seated. Knowing what to expect she sat and waited. After so much time she became blank of mind. Not so unusual, being a girl yet this ran deeper, much deeper! Even farther was L.N's staring to the swirling design upon the computer screen. This kept her concentrated and focused. A move up the ladder, (emotionally as it were,) was sound of the faint, faint music L.N. soon strained hear. Haxsaw was away from L.N., taking a few photo images. As usual, no nudity. As his personal property she was never, ever placed on display in embarrassing effect against her will. This was not the grain of Haxsaw's wishes. After about twelve minutes the swirl was off. Haxsaw set the desktop to stop displaying. He also set E.M.G.'s special music file to end after twelve minutes. Placing his cam away Haxsaw wanted check for true after effects.

He had L.N. on the extension wires. Extension cords ran to the God Helmet. Haxsaw snapped his fingers, demanding L.N. undress. It was time to shower. She needed undress. L.N. was, with eyes seemingly glazed- out of focus, obeying perfectly. Told to stand upright, Haxsaw viewed her perfectly outright, well defined yet smaller breasts. His eyes followed the curves to L.N's body. Haxsaw snickered. He then told L.N. whenever she was feeling exposed or un-protected she wanted, needed come hold Haxsaw. Haxsaw and Haxsaw alone made her feel, truly feel covered, no longer foolishly exposed to others.
When asked, L.N. replied. "I need you cover me, Haxsaw."

Afterwards, it was brainwashing, putting L.N. in her place as only a girl, even telling her, all the while she wore the God Helmet; Haxsaw and Haxsaw's home was her center of life. All of what life meant was contained in the home Haxsaw gave her and freely gave to her and only her. L.N. would be questioned and reply, "I follow and I obey."
In later parts L.N. was told to go to her room and study assignments she had from U.M. "I follow and I obey," she meekly replied.

As she climbed the staircase to her room Haxsaw would be up, much later. He wanted see. He wanted see how good and well anchored the after effects were, for her. He wanted screw her mind out, too. A love doll for him and he alone to use for the rest of his life. While Haxsaw typed out the last he only hoped other gentle readers followed the instructions. He wanted they experiment with something he used. Life was what we lived once... Then never again!
Sincerely,
Haxsaw

End notes.
Many have asked of magnetic response and here is the article. I placed it within a fictional account yet the device used, in this real setting gives you actual, though temporary occurrences. As with all experiments I warn you to not drive a car, operate heavy machinery nor swim in the pool while using a toaster.