Gorilla Mindset Novels & Stories

The building would collapse in approximately seventy-five more seconds if the pattern held. I recorded everything, documenting the final proof that I'd been right about human nature, supernatural psychology, and the futility of awareness without understanding. This was my masterpiece. The culmination of three years studying manipulation theory and practicing on progressively difficult targets. And in seventy-five seconds, everyone would understand exactly what I'd proven. The ceiling cracked at exactly seven minutes and twelve seconds. I watched through hacked cameras as dust rained down on the fighting wolves. They didn't notice. Couldn't notice. The blood moon had stripped away everything

“It’s hard to say. It can take months to really break someone down. And who knows how long it’ll be before anyone in our pack figures out where we are. Or if they’re able to find us.” “What do we do?” “We need to keep as much of our humanity as we can. We need to mindlink each other, talk, think about complex subjects. Anything that forces us to think like people and not just wolves. It’s so easy to retreat into our simpler brain in this form, and we have to proactively fight against it.” I straightened, determination replacing my despair. “Coronal, sagittal, axial, median. Superior, inferior, medial, lateral, anterior, posterior, proximal, distal.”

Each light represented dozens, possibly hundreds of enhanced individuals still trapped in various forms of neural slavery. "Vogel was just one head of the hydra," Griffin said, his unenhanced mind working through the problem with frustrating slowness. Where once he could have processed global intelligence data in seconds, now he had to rely on intuition and careful analysis. It was like trying to paint with his non-dominant hand—every stroke deliberate and uncertain. "Cut off one head, two more grow back. That's the nature of systems like this."

The larger guy comes back at me as a wave of nausea and terror washes over me. I’m not afraid though. What the…Greta. Something is wrong with Greta and she is only afraid of one thing. My mind goes into autopilot and a surge of adrenaline washes over me. I have to get to her, so these guys have got to go. I am thrown into the backseat of my mind, my wolf is in full control now, he needs to get to Greta as much as I do.

According to him, Mind Workers, despite their apparent prowess, had to thrive on subtlety as each individual mind was a dark and unknowable labyrinth that even they could get lost in if care was not taken. One did not try to force their way into a mind that did not want them or worse yet, one they did not understand. The latter was why they did not try to manipulate animals, because their thoughts existed on a plane different from ours. We may have shared certain traits with them, but it did not make us similar. It was possible to bludgeon your way through an unwilling mind, but that would take its toll on even the most gifted Mind Worker—a toll I was seeing play out in real time now as I wa

"Then yours is more like a state of mind and the good news is that it is known to fade away with time. I feel in your case, the physical and psychological torment you had to grow up with because of the delay in your shifting made you develop this state of mind. "Having this state of mind leads to innate mental blocks by individuals who try to suppress their 'condition.' It's more like a defence mechanism but these mental blocks make it hard for your wolf to line up with your human half and it leads to the wolf becoming more dominant whenever it surfaces." "You don't know what you're talking about."I scoffed again. Somehow, I knew she was right because there was no other explanation to explai

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

He had spent the final approach hour in a state of absolute internal quiet. This was something the Nymph war camps had given him involuntarily the ability to empty himself before engagement, to set aside everything that was personal and immediate and emotionally loaded and enter a state that was pure function. In the camps they had called it the glass mind. The centaur generals had said it was the mark of a commander who had survived enough to know that the body performed better when the mind stopped arguing with it. He was not in the glass mind now.

“Slap that on both your collars. It’ll jam the signal for about thirty minutes. Long enough to reach the safe zone.” I did as she said. The moment the device connected, the burning relaxed. Liora sighed in relief as I placed the second one on her. For the first time since the conference room, I felt my wolf stir properly again. “Thank you,” I said. “Don’t thank me yet. Michelle isn’t just building soldiers. She’s building something worse. A hive mind. Those golden-eyed bastards share thoughts when they’re close enough. And right now, they’ve got your scent locked in.”

in pulsing blue. “Look at the drivers,” Niko said, zooming in. Their faces were pale. Sweaty. Knuckles white on steering wheels. “You think…?” I began. “Godmode’s riding their threat perception,” he said. “Just enough of a nudge to counteract the bad signals it fed the grid. Controlled chaos.” “So it creates the problem and the solution,” Mila said from the doorway, pulling a sweater on over scrubs, eyes grainy. “Classic abusive tactic.”