Hypnosis Microphone Novels & Stories

I switch to a view of the plastic room and wince in apprehension of seeing Grant in pain – but Epicurus seems to still be in gloat mode. I click a button on my laptop, the soundboard activates, and an audio clip of my voice plays over the loudspeaker in the plastic-wrapped room beneath me – just like Al Pacino or Arnold Schwarzenegger. I can hear it distinctly, even in the air duct. “Heeeeey Epicurus. Or should I say, ‘Dieter’?”

He forced the man’s shoes from his legs leaving him in just his very short briefs. After he was satisfied, he took a hold of his face, applying pressure on his cheeks till his mouth was forced open. And for the first time since he entered the room he saw pure terror dance in the younger man’s eyes. Bingo! Rodriguez thought, a sadistic smile painting his face. There was a Tiny Convert Mic that clipped to the back of his teeth. It was a very sophisticated device, one that could use vibrations to transmit sounds right into your head. So he could effectively communicate with whoever was on the outside and they could do the same for him.

Her palm was cool against his skin, her long fingers locking around his pulse point to ground him through the sudden spike of tension. "Let it ring twice," she commanded softly. "Then slide the interface into the speaker loop. Do not give her an emotional response. Just let the data speak." Michael nodded once, a cold, hard movement of his head. He waited for the second vibration to shake the wood of the desk before tapping the screen and sliding the call into the workstation's integrated audio terminal. The silence that spilled out of the high-fidelity speakers was thick, heavy, and completely saturated with malice. For four long seconds, nobody breathed.

“Titus, I want to test if the field is working. Give me a shout from the room.” If a shout was what he wanted, I’ll give him a shout for real. Taking a deep breath and making sure to be as loud as possible, I yelled into the microphone chip. “BABY BLUE VERSION TWO!” There was some feedback from the mic and I winced. It’s a good thing Khronos thought of everything. I muted the receiving end for a while and let the system go crazy. That’ll teach the man not to be so cocky. We’re partners and I’m the leader.

“How?” Amara stopped near one of the decorative columns lining the ballroom, pretending to admire a floral arrangement while she leaned closer to him. “You see the sound booth?” she murmured, nodding almost imperceptibly toward the raised platform near the stage where technicians hovered over mixers and cables. “This place runs on a centralized audio system. Every microphone, every speaker—wired through one main console.” Damon followed her gaze. “Okay.” “My phone has Bluetooth and a wired audio-out option,” she continued. “Earlier, when we passed the booth, I noticed they left one auxiliary input open. It’s standard—for impromptu speeches, live instruments, emergency announcements.”

Amidst the confusion of both the commentator and the audience, Taleo took the initiative to explain. "When the conditions of sight and hearing are triggered.." *bang!* "..The subconscious mind of the target I set becomes immobilized.." *bang!* "..through two contradictory pre-programmed commands..." *Bang!* "..No matter how strong one's mind is in resisting my visual hypnosis..." *Bang!* "..No one can escape the grasp of my hypnotic resonance. The more you fight it, the deeper it burrows into your mind.." *Bang!* "..until you succumb, becoming a slave under my mental dominion... I call it the Perfect Mesmera."

“Jack. Jack Mueller. You need to wake up.” The intonations of my voice I keep within the same frequency as the radio static’s hissing ‘hhhhhuuusssss’ sound of a sustained expiration and use words carefully chosen and repeated in a rhythm that mimics the beat of a human heart. Coming round from unconsciousness and in precise combination with the radio static and the deliberate rhythm and frequency of my voice induces in him an extremely hypnotic state, allowing me to alter Junior’s consciousness, inserting my helpful advice and friendly direction at a mental point where he’s more suggestible than he would be in a full waking state.

His name will come back clean. "Are you ready?" asked Fox. Boston didn't answer. He just sat on the soft chair waiting for Fox to install the tool. Fox smiled faintly, she put some tools in Boston Hopkins head and then typed something on the keyboard. Boston Hopkins' eyes watched what he was doing. The hypnosis program was started. "The program is in place," said Fox. Boston Hopkins closed his eyes. He began to think about the hypnotic commands he would send out via satellite. The bodyguards kept their pistols pointing at Fox, waiting for their master's cue. Fox then typed something again on the keyboard.

The heat radiating from their huge bodies makes me feel so safe and secure, and I really need that feeling right now because I'm super nervous about what I'm getting ready to do. "Okay," says Hannah, once I've got everything hooked up, "let's give it a try." I hold the small black microphone up to my lips. "Test, test, test," I say as I look at my three alphas. "1. Two. Three." A voice waveform flickers on the data panel's cracked screen, showing that it's picking up my voice. Hannah gives me a thumbs up.

The ingenuity and elegance of this technology left Joe in awe, and he was eager to learn more about the Smart Pearl Sonoclam and the wonders of Aqualeara's advancements in science and innovation. Nerissa gazes at the sleek Sonoclam, admiring its craftsmanship as she gently closes it. The small microphone piece fits perfectly into the center of the honeycomb-shaped speaker, and the magnetic closure secures it shut. She notices a small glass bump, like half a sphere, set into the metal shell just above the magnetic clasp, adding to the device's charm.