Trope-a-Day: No Matter How Much I Beg

Alistair Young

Apr 9, 2015

No Matter How Much I Beg: Instructions like this given to one’s muse (or, more reliably, and in the case of a legal Confession of Situational Mental Incompetence, a dedicated guardian AI) are the resort of the infrequently weak-willed (or psychologically superstimulus-addicted) who feel that they need to be forcibly kept away from certain temptations. With the help of a motor shunt that lets them take over your body when necessary, this can be remarkably effective.

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