Remote microrays. Such small words that mean so much. It was never supposed to turn into such an ordeal. We were paid to be animals, to be tested, to let them control us. “What an adventure!” we thought. How wrong… How wrong and utterly lied to we were.

The Remote Microrays were reminiscent of the past project MK-Ultra I think they called it. We never knew much about it, as did most of the public. It wouldn’t be talked about, for obvious reasons. Public repercussions could be disastrous. But where to turn? We were employed by and for the Government! The public would never listen. Tin foiled hats they’d call us!

Anyway, back to the project. They called it Regal. And we were the occupants.

They took us, all of us, by car to the institute. I believe it was an old Psychiatry ward, most likely bought by a couple Feds. Anything can be bought. And anyone who doesn’t believe that, hasn’t lived long enough, nor hard enough, to realize it.

“Weapons of War” they liked to call us. We were the future! No need for troublesome land operations. Microrays could change all of that. Where once death was more than a likely possibility for an agent, the Microrays could, and most likely would, prevent them. It worked by prematurely interfering with brain waves. This created a temporary “block” in human consciousness, which in turn, let the Fed (or whoever else had the device) control the individual. The targeted would never know nor understand what just happened. Except of course, for the annoying headache that always followed the rays.

Imagine if the Microrays were mass-produced! The chaos would reign over all of us. Free will? Freedom of thought; where once more than a possibility, now a distant muse. How far would these go? What else must the Government control? They already controlled all media, political, and social outlets. Now even our minds? Our very beings?

You’re probably wondering why we didn’t revolt, once we understood the full repercussions of the project. Believe me, we wanted to! We lived for that moment! But the Microrays had hidden features- mood altering abilities. Suppose we wanted to escape or fight. One dose could calm us, depress us, make us sick. Why fight when you have no motivation? Why scream when you’re too tired to stand?

I was never shown the thing, nor was anyone else to my knowledge. I watched friends kill themselves, each other, but never their haunters. Eventually, we were released, they told us they ran out of funding, or some other shit like that. I never really believed that excuse. Maybe because of what I had seen. Or maybe because I knew, with that technology, no one would ever stop the funding.

As time went on, I did believe the torture and insanity had stopped. But now, when I see the society I live in; the pointlessly depressed, suicidal, anger ridden society. It makes me wonder.

Were they defeated? Or were we nothing but a smoke screen? Maybe not even that. Maybe we’re nothing but tinfoil hat wearing lunatics.