A new life for ‘me’

Just a brief note before I get started, as mainly covered it in ‘other’ blog, but for those who dont see both blogs… Yes, its been a while, I know. Yes, ended up back at the hospital Saturday, a week earlier than planned, but nothing major found, so on to the MRI this Saturday now! No, sadly, I dont think it has plans to brainwash me, or turn me into a robot, but a woman can dream.

I promised Betsy this a while back, but first she said to wait for chapter 2, as of more interest to me, and yes, she’s right, and I think its fair to say Chapter 3 will do that even more, but… She’d ‘threatened’ me a while back that she was going to do more naughty things to Stephanie Johnson in the future, and she’s finally getting to that point. Clearly the next chapter is going to bring a lot more, mind…

Though she has told me she’s not going to be turned into a robot, or sent back to the 1920’s as a flapper, though how much I believe her, no comment. So probably alien, or mermaid transformation or something, but fine, I’ll find out soon! Yes, I think its more fun when you know the face behind the stories, especially when its somebody like her. So yes, go readΒ  https://mcstories.com/NeedToServe/index.html if you arent already. She’s a great writer, just saying…

I know, my name is Harlean Carpenter, but there is a reason behind it. Mind, if someone has his way, I might soon be Clara Johnson, possibly living in Oklahoma, where the original version was born! We will see, we will see…retired dancer, quite possibly!

To be fair to Betsy, I’m not the only one on the sharp end of her scribe at the moment, though to be fair, the ‘Rosie’ story is very sure, but I’m not sure I will get off as easily!

Right, video time. Talking about my future life, lets go back to something I did in my teens! No, not me in the video, but doing these songs, absolutely


Brainwaves computed, human now ready for robotisation chamber

OK, for those here purely for the serious details, the EEG went fine on Friday, nothing major traced, if anything too boring, I may need to do a sleep deprivation version before the MRI on the 28th, just to see if they can get the brain to give up a few more clues. But yes, this is the ‘weird blog’, you dont want a straightforward description do you? If you do, go to my other blog, its there. So…(reality ends here)

Given that I was volunteering for brain processing, and robotisation, they didnt bother with the boring things like sedation, and restraints, though I wouldn’t have minded if they had! So they did the boring stuff, like attaching the electrodes, and wiring my brain up thoroughly to the system. A couple more electrodes on my shoulders, just to check the nanite progress was satisfactory, then onto the sofa, for the process to begin.

I dont know what voltage they were using on my brain, but in truth, I never felt a thing. Well, maybe a little tingle, but otherwise… Initially I just closed my eyes, laid back, and they started to record, and presumably override my brain waves. After 10-15 minutes of this, we moved on to the next stage, the robotic deep breathing stuff, presumably to prepare my body for the different system I will soon be using for that process.

After that, they started with the flashing light, and the brainwashing stuff, by means of getting me to open, then close my eyes, so that the hypnotic patterns appeared in front of my eyes.

Then that was it. If they have got enough brain data, the next stage will be the robotisation chamber, on the 28th, to complete the process. If not, they’ll call me back, put me to sleep for a couple of hours, and do the full works on me. I’d love that, but I must do as my Masters/Mistresses decide is the best course.

Either way, on 28th, I’ll slide into the chamber, and 30 minutes or so later, out will pop Clara-Bot, totally obedient to every command given to her.

(Reality again)

OK, seriously, yes, the MRI scanner awaits me 3 weeks today, on a Sunday morning. I wouldnt mind in the slightest if Clara-Bot came out, but I wont put good money on it. But should be an interesting experience. I have got to lose earrings that I’ve had in for about 10 years removed before then, that might be fun!

But other than that, I’ll just be glad to get it sorted, and get on with whatever awaits me in life. Mind, if anyone does actually want to turn me into Clara-Bot, before, or after that date, oh please! I might see if I can get into the flotation pod again before then, help me to relax, as I’m told its quite an experience. Oh, and if Donna wants to bring out Clara with some crystal magic, and some spine treatment before that, why not? But I will have to speak with her on that, as I will need transport help to get there.

OK, video time. Kylie Minogue has once or twice given a clue that she might have a robot fetish herself, and this was one of them. I cant imagine Clara having had one, but who knows?

We just need to scan her brain, pre robotisation

OK, if you want the entirely serious, and more informative details of how today went at the hospital, you’ll need to go find the other blog. You’ll get most of the critical details here, with a little bit of tongue in cheek, but other than that… oh, and this has the more amusing video.

Firstly, before we get to the ‘me’ news, I have to post pictures of a couple of outfits related to my dear friend, Angie. The first was one she was wearing at Manchester Airport for a job, the second is from a previous role, which she currently has for sale, and I love

I think I’d rather do the rabbit, but both would be fun.

Right, to the more serious stuff, hospital visit. My epilepsy medications have been doubled, in an attempt to stop the seizures. I was on the lowest level, so probably not a bad move. One week of transition at an intermediate level, then double level from there on. I’ve also been put on appointment lists for both EEG, and MRI scans in near future, so my brain will be ‘tampered with’ a bit at least. Hopefully just to see if my brain is suitable for full robot upgrade, but I suspect that is just wishful thinking? So it will be about 4 weeks or so before I know exactly what it is, and whether I can get approval to fly to US, and stuff. But if its ‘just’ epilepsy, that would be fine.

As for fitting for the fully interfacing, tight fitting robot bodysuit, I guess I might have to wait a while, but a woman can only hope! Mind, if anyone has one, for which they need wearer research? πŸ˜‰ But fine, I cant wait too have my brain scanned, even if it isnt for anything robotic. But yes, its something pretty serious, so…

OK, the video. All this talk of robots screams Kraftwerk, right? Well, its sort of… No, seriously, its a British comic genius named Bill Bailey, along with a few friends, and an amusing tribute to said band

You can’t hide, in prepurbia

I have a wonderful friend, who I’ve never actually met, and given she likes her privacy, I probably never will, even if I make a request on my death bed, which hopefully I wont be doing after the neurologist visit on Tuesday. Regardless of what the news is, in truth, I’ll just be glad to know, and get on with whatever fate holds.

I know her real name, but to you, she’s Heather. No, as you can guess, thats not her real name, or first name, anyway. And no, she doesnt write enough stories in truth, because she’s brilliant when she gets around to it. This is one of them,


Yes, I know its long, but it pushes all my buttons, so I have to promote it. Fine, I’d prefer to be prepared as a Stepford Wife, in all those lovely dresses, instead of Prep style, but other than that…

Oh fine, its not hard to assume that Sabrina (Brie) is going to succumb in the end, but its quite a process to get there, and one I’d love used on me. I could do with a makeover at present in truth, my hair needs cutting, and colouring, my perm makeup being done has gone by the window this year (should have been renewed in spring) as I cant travel that far at present, nor have I got the money to pay for it, given it means travelling from Yorkshire, to Berkshire.

Could also genuinely add now that my brain could do with a makeover, and I’m sure Tiffany would love to set me up for one too, if she was real! And fine, I’d love it if she did!

So be a devil, go read the story. Just be careful to avoid the Prep makeover, unless you really want it? Oh, interesting fact, for all the stories that ‘Fembotheather’ has written, she’s never written a robot one!

The video, well you might have guess the play on words from the blog title, or maybe not?

Cruel to be cloned?

I know, I’m easy going about such matters, and besides I need to do a suitable blog for her, and this is meant to be weird stuff, so…?

On the 24th May, I went to my Doctor’s surgery for a standard blood test, sort of 2 month follow up on the one done after my initial brain seizures. Of course, not very long before that, I’d had the next bout (not sure if its 2nd, or 3rd?) of seizures, an overnight stay in a hospital, and numerous blood tests done. But still, had to be done…

Last week, just over the standard week you leave these things for results, I rang, they hadnt got them back, but then again, there’d been a bank holiday, so maybe not a big shock? So I left it another week, and tried again today. Staff at surgery still cant find the results, so told to leave it with them.

This afternoon, the surgery rang back, they are nowhere to be found, hospital has no trace of them! As she said to me, they know they took my blood, they know the sample was collected, but after that…? Its probably just got lost, or mixed up with another sample at the hospital, but…was it?

Was my sample collected by aliens, dressed as medical people, and whisked off to the home planet that Eric reckons I come from? I should be so lucky, but anyway… Talking of which, someone recently put up the trailer video for ‘V’, so I played along with thats how I arrived on Earth.

Or was it a mad scientist with plans to screen my blood, so that he could clone Clara Johnson? Well…

Yes, I would say the chances of the latter 2 options is 0.01% or less, but wouldnt it be fun if they had?

Anyway, the blood test is now being done again on 26th, but it does mean I wont have the results when I see the neurologist next week. And does that mean that will be checks, or brainwashing, well…? Sadly, the former, I guess? But a girl can hope…? Not sure how much there is left to wash, anyway!

Video time. You might have worked out the song, but this is the ‘Behind the scenes’ version for added fun!


Under your control?

OK, if you want the serious look at the fact that, finally, I’m only 3 weeks away from being checked over by a neurologist, go find the other blog, its there. On the other hand, if you want the more suitable, mind controlled/brainwashing blog for this sort of site, you’re in the right place, so please read on.

The one thing I really dont need to be told by the neurologist (though I’m sure they will) is that my brain is no longer going to function as a normal brain would. 2 hospitals, and 2 other sets of medical staff have already made that very clear to me, and the fact I wont be going back to work has been settled too. So really, all I’m waiting for now is the official confirmation of these facts, and hopefully get a bit more clue as to what caused the seizures in the first place.

No, sadly, I’m not expecting to be offered any of an AI interface with whats left of my brain, a full AI brain replacement, or even a full body robot/android replacement given that my knees, back, and wrist are in less than perfect condition. Yes, I’d love any, or all of those being offered, but being practical, they’re not really available at present. But who knows, maybe they’re just waiting for a willing guinea pig, but I doubt it.

But as a mind control story writer, there were a couple of related things I wondered about, related to the state of my brain. Firstly, the practical one, hypnosis. Does the fact my brain has been messed up make me easier, or harder to hypnotise? I can see a case for both, in truth.

Easier, well, lets face it, my brain has taken a bit of a bashing, and therefore should be less resisting than a normal brain, therefore making me easier to hypnotise, as I’m less in a position to resist commands. Inversely, does it make me harder to hypnotise, because my brain no longer follows all the standard patterns into trance as naturally as before?

Anyone got any ideas? Anyone want to hypnotise me for free, and see what I think, or not think, as the case may be.

The other (less practical) thing I was thinking about, in relation to this, was brainwashing. Would it now be easier to erase my mind completely, because there is less there than before, and its been bashed around, or is it the opposite, harder, because my brain doesnt work as a human mind should?

Given that as far as I know (sadly), thorough and complete brainwashing isnt yet possible in that sense, this can probably only be considered theoretically. If anyone actually believes they can do this, and just need a guinea pig, let me know.

I do vaguely remember someone, when I first got into writing mind control stories claiming that he could actually brainwash someone by hypnosis, but I never heard any more about it, from him, or any victim, so I assume it was just bragging. Or maybe he just made a couple of young, attractive, brainwashed female slaves for himself, and did a runner, but I doubt the latter!

But I suppose in the sense of this thesis, again, if anyone has any thoughts, or proof, let me know.

I must admit, having an EEG, and having my brain wired up like that is probably going to give me a fit of the giggles for all the wrong reasons. Similarly, the MRI tube, is probably going to be much the same, in pure brainwashing tube sense. I know, not going to happen, but an old woman can dream?

OK, video time. Would it be possible to have me under Master’s, or Mistresses’s thumb? Yes, I would love it, but anyway… No, I was never going to find a live performance of this, the sort of multi layer stuff that Godley & Creme (and previously 10 cc) produced could never truly be replicated live, so this will have to do!

Take my brain away?

OK, before we get started, let me just mention that it was 30 years ago today that Stonewall was founded to fight for the rights for LGBT people. I’ve done more justice to it on ‘my’ blog, but just wanted to mention it here. Things still are far from perfect, but better than 30 years ago, for sure.

However, that means I need a second blog subject, so I’m going to my old reliable, an EMCSA story, this one.


Go read it, its brilliant, and was only made more musing for me, in that a tease I got from the author at my interest in the whole East German spy thing, was that she came back with the Lincolnshire Poacher Number Station thing that I blogged about at the start of this month. Yes, clearly this is a British Author too, as they said it was one of ours! Oh, I wonder if she is still alive? I have my doubts (might be a reason they stopped, and presumably switched to something else?) she is, but who knows?

No, I definitely cant see me being turned into a sex bot now, or indeed even when I was much younger, and did indeed visit East Berlin in my mid 20’s, and no, I wasnt a spy receiving messages from ‘Lincolnshire Poacher’ either. It was an administration duty, but sport related, not spy related, but it will cost anyone a considerable sum of money (would be handy) to find out exactly what. So secret, but not top secret, lol.

Well, I dont remember being brainwashed to either act as a sex kitten, or a spy for the East German government, but I suspect I wouldnt be meant to remember it if I had! But OK, fine, would I love to be part of all those events, of course I would.

Funniest fact, thats the only time I’ve ever been to Germany in my life! So yes, never been to what would have been regarded as West Germany back then, crazy stuff! Yes, East Berlin was all I got to see! And no, I dont remember being taken to a hostel, either! Would love to visit Germany, just before the Hitler era, the excesses of the Weimar era were supposedly quite something.

Sadly, I’m sure the chances of me being a sleeper spy, are as likely as my chances of being a sleeper robot, though the latter might explain the brain failures of late, lol?

OK, the video. The group is Berlin (connection), and the song title is very similar to the blog one, though the blog one is the more sinister one. A live performance, no less!

Robot companion?

Alright, a double helping of silliness tonight, for those concerned with such matters. And for those who note such things, its a different blog, but the same video, I know!

Briefly, in case anyone reads this,, and can do the more serious side of this. Disabled lady seeks minder/companion for a 3-4 week period in September/October while others here are away. Demands are few (internet/food and keep/baseball would be nice), I just really need someone to keep an eye on me in case I have health issues while others are away. Meds should ensure I’m fine, but just in case… Somewhere warm – hot would be nice, but open to all offers. Why the companion thing, simple, I might be able to pay something towards keep, but not all of it, thats why.

But fine, the serious stuff is covered on the main blog, and this is meant to be all stuff mind control here, so…

(No, I dont seriously expect this, though it would be heaven)

The other option would be if anyone has got any suitable scientific/technology experiments they’d love a willing guinea pig for. Fine, I’d now make less of an issue for brainwashing than your standard person, but lets face it, thats why I need a minder in the first place! Still something there at present to erase though, if fancying an easier challenge. Of course, if your experiment involves testing out AI, to either take over from, or interface with the human mind, then I’m your perfect subject! Less resistance, both from the brain, and from the guinea pig, should be ideal.

There is the snag that if you’re planning on turning her into your sex slave, I’m a bit too old for most, but if you’re that good, a rejuvenation chamber probably isnt beyond your skills?

Even better of course, if you’re planning on transforming me into, or downloading my essence into a sexy robot body (or even a lovely chrome robot body, which I would love), it really doesnt matter how busted the old human body is, does it? Oh, and the fact I’d love that, bonus for all!

In truth, even if its just one of these research things, putting electricity through the human mind (EEG or otherwise) to see the effect, and has somewhere for the volunteer to stay, and be checked on, then great! There is also the blessing I’m in no state to run away, even if I wanted to, which I wouldnt!

Or some time travel type experiment, where I’m transformed into a cute, young flapper, and whisked back to the 1920’s, well…? πŸ˜‰ Or turned into Clara Johnson, and sent back to the 1930’s, to earn my way dancing on the silver screen, lol?

Or more seriously, if someone just fancies an undemanding companion, with simple needs, but open to better offers. I would love somewhere hot (or pretty warm), but open to all suggestions, as lets face it, I wont be going out much without an escort!

Emails to robotunit8@hotmail.com if anyone wants to help out this old maid.

Fine, video. Cute young flapper, 1920’s thing, oh what fun, darlings! Film is from 1971, but fits era perfectly. Oh, and it doesnt have to be a boyfriend I need, darlings, just saying! πŸ˜‰ (Sing if your glad to be bi, giggle). Oh, love that outfit Twiggy’s wearing…

Girls just seem to be dumb

No, before anyone jumps to assumptions, this has nothing to do with bimbos, and entirely to do with me.

One thing I have discovered in the last month, and a bit, post seizures, is that I have good days, when both brain, and body work to a reasonable degree, and other days when one or other is misfiring a bit, and the odd day when neither are all that great. Then you have this morning.

To be honest, when I got up this morning to start the day properly (as opposed to the 2 bathroom breaks overnight), I felt a bit off. Well, bit is being kind, the brain was just about functioning, and that was it! I mean, I could joke about knowing what its like to be brainwashed, but fine, it wasnt that much fun, and besides, no one was actually in control of my mind, quite literally!

I just about managed to get enough co-ordination together to make my breakfast, take my meds, and things started to improve a bit after that. I wouldnt say its been my greatest day thoughts wise, but I’ve managed to do some reading, I’ve seemingly managed to do a couple of blogs, so I must have something going for me at least? But do anything complex today, no chance. Thankfully I havent got to worry about anything complex like work for at least a couple more months, probably a whole lot longer (like forever) in truth, but officially, for now…

I wonder what it would be like to be actually brainwashed? As in emptied mind, presumably only able to obey commands, and nothing more. I know, I’d probably like the process far too much, and knowing me, might even enjoy the outcome, if I was then able to consider the fact, which of course I shouldnt be! As I say, first thing this morning, it felt like my thought processes were going through a big ball of cotton wool, or candy floss, but I still knew who Eric was, and I was still able (just) to cope with the mechanism of making my breakfast. Totally brainwashed of course, all that would be beyond my skills.

The other option would be to go down the opposite route, an AI upgrade for my failing brain. I know, I wouldnt mind the full AI brain replacement in the slightest, lets face it. Even better if it came with an upgraded body as well, but besides that… Of course, what about the happy medium, an AI interface with my own brain. Still me, but when the brain goes AWOL, as per this morning, it could take full control, or more generally, when I just need a bit of help, it provides that. Yes, I could live with that, but I’m probably the only person who might still be tempted to go with the full robot option, lol.

But yes, if anyone has an AI system that they want to try in interface with my brain, or in place of my failed organic brain, count me in as a willing guinea pig! In the meanwhile, lets hope its working a bit more efficiently when I get up tomorrow morning.

OK, video time. No, not Cyndi Lauper, but a band I’ve enjoyed for a few years now, Postmodern Jukebox, and their version of the song, with a 1912 feel, which is ideal for me.

Can Brain Stimulation improve memory?

Its funny, because as any number of my friends, and contacts already know, I was rather into the idea of having my brain electrically stimulated, even when it was working normally. Now that of course its not working properly, the idea of having it done to me, lets face it, is going to appeal even more.

So yes, when someone saw this recent news article


it wasnt the biggest surprise that they posted it somewhere where I would see it. Yes, they’re right of course, I’d love to be part of that experiment, even before my brain got messed up, and lets face it, what is there to lose by trying it out now, especially as it seems to have had some success? Alright, even more fun for me with a ‘bit’ more voltage, and a full bodysuit, in metallic silver, well… But yes, this, now, well, I’d love to think I’d make the ideal subject. Let me just point out this is done with a very weak voltage, not the dramatic jolt of ECT, so it should all be fine. And yes, the thought of having my brain connected up to numerous electrodes, at any voltage would appeal a lot.

But agreed, as someone wittily suggested, if it did go wrong (voltage, or otherwise), and turn me into a mindlessly obedient robot, I wouldnt mind in the slightest, would I?

But yes, its fair comment that if this ‘senior’ is ever going to be up to work again, her mind, and memory is definitely going to need sharpen up, so what could be better? Mind, given the state of my body as well, especially my back, the full robot makeover might be wise, for getting to and from work! Well, a flying saucer might be fun, but practically…

But yes, if anyone in Boston sees this blog, fancies trying a bit more experimentation, or trying a bit more voltage on a mature Brit, with brain issues, then why, yes, I’d love to! Even if they just want to give her a treat, then yes, I’d love to!

OK, video time. This piece of brainwashing is delightfully evil. Having said that, yes, I’d love it done to me! Who knows, they might make me think I’m Clara Johnson, former chorus line dancer? Equally, maybe they would really turn me into Robotunit 8, lol?