Your watcher stares at it; a solid cylinder of bulletproof polycarbonate, crystal clear, the woman entombed within it. Swathed head to toe in ebon black, a single umbilical. No sign or clue to her identity. Nothing but gloss inside. The watcher leans in as their gloved hand rubs over the glass. If they looked closer, maybe their gaze could penetrate the barrier and uncover the secrets of her confinement. But no. It was hidden. Sealed within layers of glossy black rubber and the cold, impenetrable walls of her prison. And there was no need to do so, after all.

Locked away in your personal hedonistic prison of bliss, computer-controlled, maintaining your body temperature, hydration, nutrition, electrodes to stimulate muscle tone, mechanical pumps breathing for you, it has taken complete control of every bodily function.
You hang there in mid air, suspended in a solid clear cylindrical mass, an exquisite latex sculpture to be marveled at but never touched.

Within the solid cylinder there is no indication of the passage of time. The computer has complete control of every bodily function, the cycle of sleeping and waking are precision timed.

Insanity is not its goal, if it wanted to drive you out of your mind it would have done so already.

What it wants from you is far more insidious. It wants ..... your
Absolute
Total
Willing
surrender.

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