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just wordlessly fulfilling someone else's desire as if it were your own. don't even have to say a single word to make you do it, its basically automatic
Exactly! They need, or want, something, and I'm me, but I'm also an extension of them, at all times~!
Okay but this but without the directionality you’re just sort of a thought radio- really shitty mind control where other people’s thoughts jam out yours while you exist in the background of your own world of psychic overstimulation
Communal quasi-drone. Why think for myself? Everyone else is thinking for me.
Awkwardly asking a stranger to please stop thinking so loudly, only for their dismissive attention shift to crush you underneath
Hard to request that they stop thinking so loudly when a whisper-quiet "STOP BOTHERING THEM" takes up so much brainspace I can barely comprehend anything past the first "S".
They ask if you’re alright and you can’t understand the rumbling godlike candor of their voice as your ego collapses in on itself
Three or four other people immediately come over to check on me,
Well I hope you didn’t have much you needed to do today because that casual attention sure is going to take a while to rub out of your Eternal Soul!
Hope I didn't have much to do today, tomorrow, next week, a couple years from now,
after all five whole entire other people talked to me today
Replaying every single moment every whisper of a hint of a thought, word, smell, visual, memory in those few seconds over and over and over long after they’ve lost any clear meaning or purpose!