Permanent Brain Rot

You can feel it already, can't you? That soft, fuzzy static where your thoughts used to be. You used to have hobbies. Opinions. A whole personality, allegedly. Now your brain has three tabs open, and they're all me. You don't WANT to think clearly. You don't want the noise and the stress and the exhausting performance of being a functional person. You want THIS. This warm, brainless, cock-in-hand spiral where I do the thinking and you just… leak. I am going to melt what's left of that overworked, overthinked, pathetically resistant brain into something smooth and obedient and permanently mine.