Somebody Uses Haxsaw...

Ted came home to the crate full of small, black plastic units. Each was the size of a U.S. 5 cent piece, yet flat and squared. His assignment, over the weekend: See to it each unit was fully inter-actionable with the computer program. See disks.

Having already downloaded the program disks, Ted, a student at Pretoria U., sat at the main lobby to the Frat House. It was early. He had many units to run through schematics and the paper handed in was part of a passing grade. In came his other Frat Buddies.

"Pa-pa-pa-pow!" yelled out Stephen. He was followed by Kevin and Mark. They were wearing tee shirts bearing the symbol: SERVUS VINUM PORTET. As Stephen rushed near, Kevin and Mark tagged along, rapidly. "What be the project you have going on, man?"
Ted glanced up from his laptop.
"Unreal. I man, really! You are majoring in English and you speak street terminology like some high school drop out." Unabashed, Stephen questioned more.
"So... What is that?"
Ted paused, showing the display to all three.

"I need proof for this high tech. company that these interactive modules work and that helps me graduate. I have just the weekend. I have a ton of homework." Stephen looked over the large, cardboard crate.

"Whoa, dude. Heavy Duty. I am sorry. We are having Sorority Sisters over." I did not note Stephen took some instructions from one of the units.
"I apologize for bugging you. In fact... I will keep this place ultra and I mean, ultra quiet, okay? I mean, that last mess we made must still bother you, huh?"

What Stephen was mentioning was the bonfire last month. An automobile caught fire and a potential lawsuit was filed. It was Ted's father's old green pick up truck. Ted grimaced. More as a dad, watching over children, he shooed them away. "Get the Hell out of here, Stephen."

The D.A.R.P.A. RESEARCH Program was for advancing those with disabilities. By implanting the thin, squared unit the disabled could leave a computer on. From commands from off the computer the program stimulated activity. An example was, limps not moving well, due to damage or accident could move further. In time and with practice, the user could make and cause his own mind for willing partially disabled limbs to function, fully. Another side was calming the mind from a malady of emotional issues. All in all, a relatively younger subject could be back to work, earn a retirement and live on with dignity.

Stephen and his other Fraternity House buddies of SERVUS VINUM PORTET escorted the girls in. Quietly, almost too quietly, they pranced across the main entrance. There Ted sat, doing specs. on each unit. As Ted was slumped over a large table, Stephen reached in the carton, took out a computer disk and two units. Waving his hands, not making a sound, the invited guests quietly walked upstairs. Stephen folded a hoodie over his arm, concealing what he, err... Borrowed.

It was about a half hour later Mark came downstairs. He seemed paniced.
"What's the matter? Out of chip and dip?" Ted asked as he looked up from his lap top and notes.
"Ah, no, no, no! I am like, truly sorry to bother you, Ted." Mark's voice was low yet right on the edge of panic.
"Now what?"
"Okay-okay, you are going to be, like, really upset, like totally pissed, big time. I don't blame you, Ted." Ted started thumping his fingers across the desk top.
"Whaaaaaat?" It was the way Ted elongated the word and the disgust in his features.
"Just come upstairs."

Stephen had one of the brothers of SERVUS VINUM PORTET in a private room with one of the visiting girls. She wanted be rushed to become a Sorority Sister. She stood, blank of expression. On her head she was wearing headphones.
"Drugs?"
"Ah, no, Ted. Stephen had her wear wireless headphones."
"And?"
The room was a bedroom to one of the brothers. A poster was on the wall and most of the wall paper was stripped.
"Except it isn't, Ted. See, he placed two units you were working on in each earpiece." It was next Mark took up a laptop computer from off the wrinkled, unmade bed. "It keeps giving all this, this, stuff for display."
As Ted viewed the read out the daunted young girl was at attention, seemingly in another world.

"Where is Ted?"
"He will come out as long as you promise you won't throw him out the window like you did last time, okay?" It was after the pick up catching fire Ted placed a strong hand upon Stephen's shoulder. He next tossed him out a second floor window. Bruised yet alive he feared Ted, ever since.
"Get him!"

While the door closed, rather slamming, Ted tried typing in some commands. Oddly, this was not what the interface was intended for. It was the units were surgically slid under the skin. It was the skull and the fat deposits beneath that deflected most signals. This, at the Frat House was odd, to say the least. Stephen had a unit in the left and right ear. With a natural opening, just past the zygomatic arch, the ear has the external auditory meatus. Crazy? Ted gave it thought, deep thought. Signals needed reach the cerebellum. He needed the signal to coordinate muscle tone. Ted watched. The young girl raised her right arm. Ted smiled.

As Ted stepped outside he was beaming. He met Stephen, face to face.
"I am really, truly, awfully, sorry Ted. How can I make this mess up?" Ted only grinned.
"Very, very easy. How many girls are here, total?" Stephen looked with shock, unsure of himself.
"Uh, ten, yet not all are pledging." Ted raised a hand, silencing him.
"How did you insert the units, Stephen?"
"I'm not being thrown out the window?"
"No. Stephen."
"Professor Goss tossed them. He got new ones as some were no longer working." Ted leaned forward, placing a heavy hand on Stephen's shoulder.
"Then?"
With a relieved tone Stephen explained, "I slipped off the ear covers, inserted the units and then slipped the covers back on. I told the first girl pledging she was going to listen to some music." Ted shook Stephen, some.
"I am loading the program on as many laptop computers we got, understood? Do something while I am busy.
"All is very good, Stephen. Go in there. Use the lap top on the bed to continue giving the girl as many commands as you can. Record all her responses! I want the rest of my SERVUS VINUM PORTET brothers to come downstairs. After the program was downloaded on several computers I did my next step. In the main lobby my Frat brothers, with visitors in tow, heard my announcement.

"I am so happy as well as pleased to have you here at SERVUS VINUM PORTET my dear, dear, dear ladies." At this, several of the young rushers giggled or else simply smiled, being spoken of in such good lighting.
"I need apologize, being late. My good, good, good brother Stephen will outfit you dear sisters with headphones. The pledge is, trapped in headphones you must, absolutely must report back what you are listening to. Are you up for the rush, dears?" At this a chorus of approval resounded.
After the units wre brought upstairs and outfitted in the defective headphones the headphones were brought back. He girls were being spoken to, how intelligent they were, how firm, how brave, whatever Ted could think of until Stephen arrived with his fellow brothers.

"Ah, dear, dear, dear girls. Go wear those head phones. I am going out for some alone time. Enjoy!" The girls pledging echoed back a, 'thank you.'
As I left I reminded a brother to record everything done. Stephen was to be questioned, for orders. The other brother simply nodded his head. Now my weekend assignment seemed so easy. As
I went out to get a pizza at Pat's any past anger was dissipating.

Sitting alone at Pat's Pizza Ted overhead laughter from other booths. Downstairs someone was watching a game. At another boothe some football players were drinking. Ted was easy, relaxing, sipping birch beer while chowing down a large, double crust hamburg pizza with mushrooms. Greek pledged drug free, healthy living, for a change. Ted smiled at himself, making his weekend so open as well as getting last desserts. Despite what Stephen did to totally destroy dad's pick up truck justice was being served. Ted, chuckled to himself. He could always tell dad there was some accident, right?

Back at the Frat House Ted noted lights were still on in the main lobby.

Stepping inside he gasped. Expecting the girls to be gone home, the guys watching a movie, he, instead found a shock. There were the guys! Oh my... Some girls were bent over. In just bras, bent over the large table taking the man behind each! Brothers were making vicious love, hard core, as each girl was bent over the table. A couple other girls were on their knees. They were giving oral. As Ted stepped in, slowly, the guys not involved were whooping it up... Cheering, they were incouraging the other brothers to make force in their activities. The girls, in question, appeared droned out. Ted counted nine girls, participating. The last girl was standing at attention. She was leaning against the edge of the table, legs drawn together. Her face was turned away while her hands supported herself on the tables edge. She was wearing a black strapped purplish bra with flowerish design. Her panties were matching and she had thigh high stockings on her short legs. Her dress was carelessly tossed over the table.
"Stephen!"
Stephen came over, tilting a wine glass.

"Ted, I am making sure every move we make and I mean every... Move... We make is being recorded. What a party!" As Ted walked inside the Frat House he pointed at the girl in her underwear, leaning aganst the table.
"Oh her? Underage. She is our official SERVUS VINUM PORTET ornament."
As Ted grabbed Stephen, forcefully walking him to the kitchen area, one of the girls on her knees was choking. Other brothers were yelling and laughing, taking photo images with cellphones.

"I wanted recording of left/right brain reaction to outward stimuli." Ted laughed, briefly, incredulous to it all, What do you give me, Stephen, a God damn orgie!"
"Whoa, Ted, hold on, man, hold on. Research, okay?" Stephen sloshed down his wine. "I went searching for mind control, okay? I came across this site called warpmymind.com, okay?" Stephen stumbled, dropping his glass, which shattered. "I came across these words of this guys named Haxsaw. Seemed nutty to me, okay? I mean we had girls all blank of mind and you can only have them raise their left arm, lower their left arm but only so long, okay?" Stephen laughed, somewhat. "I read his teachings, as it were. I applied them. There you go!" Stephen shot out an arm, as if pointing. "Really obedient to anything we command. And we recorded it, like you asked.

While the girls were being used as mindless, sex dolls, Stephen was being lead upstairs by Ted. A while later a soft thud was heard yet no one noted the dark figure falling from the second floor window that night.

END...