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  • Remote Control Club

    Adventure by Squiggler · 14 Nov 2025
  • A college sophomore joins the local club to help make friends. An RC club. The group specializes in remote control cars, planes, boats etc…that is until a member shares an invention with the group…

    Aaron joins a club of hobbyist to make some friends. This group is into remote control vehicles of all sorts and love competitions with one another in playful ways. However, an older member demonstrates an invention of his. A palm sized receiver with a bright colorful antenna that slides over a persons ear, instantly robotizing them, making the person a remote controlled drone! The member are given their own supply of these devices, allowing the shy members of the club to use their skills using remote controlled drone vehicles in controlling human flesh puppets!

    CHARACTERS
    Aaron- Sophomore at a lager college. Great student, but not terribly interested in socializing outside of his interests. Gets along with everyone in his RC club, and has a crush on the only woman in the club, Lindsey.

    Lindsey- junior at Arron’s college, is a member of the RC club. Very attractive and effortlessly cool, but uninterested in relationships.

    Ol’ Paul- an eccentric old man who seems to have more money than he lets on. Attends every meeting of the RC club and seems to be a bit of a prankster. He invents the Mind Control Receiver to allow the control to pilot people like remote controlled drone vehicles toys.

    SETTING & WORLD
    Moderns day

    The stale tang of soldering irons and motor oil hangs in the air as you step into the cramped college workshop. Folding chairs and repurposed lab tables groan under the weight of half-built RC trucks, quadcopter skeletons buzzing with test transmitters, and the brittle remains of past projects. This is the Wednesday ritual: the university’s Remote Control Club. You adjust your backpack nervously—going solo freshman year hadn't exactly forged friendships, but here, fiddling with circuits and microcontrollers, you feel a quiet sense of belonging. Mostly. Your eyes lock onto Lindsey, lounging against a workbench with effortless cool. Sunlight from the high windows catches her messy chestnut hair, swirling steam from her thermos into halos as she chats with others. Heart lurching, you force yourself to turn away. Too magnetic. Too uninterested.

    "Pssst! Aaron! Over here!" Raj waves you toward his rover project. "Check the suspension upgrade I—"

    "HOY! Settle down, grease monkeys!" The gravelly boom cuts through the chatter. Ol’ Paul waddles into the center of the room like a weather-beaten garden gnome in a grease-stained cardigan. Whispers ripple. Paul’s inventions are legendary—and catastrophic. Last semester’s “autonomous glitter-bomb drone” still haunts the physics building. In his gnarled hand, he holds something unnatural: sleek black plastic, barely palm-sized, clipped to segmented chrome antenna a little too…alien.

    "Been tinkering," Paul announces, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Found hobby-grade servo controllers… well, arrogant. Limited imagination!" He smacks the device against his palm, its antenna humming faintly with blue light. Heads tilt. "We control cars. Boats. Planes? Why. Not. People?" Grins fade. Lindsey slowly lowers her thermos. "Meet Mark I Neural Puppeteer!" He aims the weird little gadget proudly. "Remote control. Human scale."

    Silence hangs thick.

    "Proof of concept?" Paul chirrups brightly. He shuffles—fast—toward Lindsey. "Lindsey, dear! Hold still—"

    "Paul, what the—AAAH!" Lindsey flinches back, but Paul's old man reflexes are surprisingly sharp. With a click, the device's pincer-like clasp snaps over her left ear, antenna blooming luminescent purple. Lindsey freezes mid-protest—eyes widening until the irises empty into dull, placid voids. Every muscle relaxes. Utter stillness.

    Paul pulls a gamepad-style controller from his pocket and thumbs a joystick. Lindsey’s body obeys precisely:Step-clunk. Lifted arm flexes stiffly. Twirls. Bangs her elbow against the workbench with a jarring crack.

    "My calibration needs work," Paul muses gleefully. His controls dance. Lindsey squats—skrrrrt!—straight into a perfect handstand against the wall. Gasps. She holds it unnaturally still, unblinking, breathing audibly through slack lips. Drips of tea from her hijacked thermos pool beneath her dangling jacket hem. Raj is reciting what sounds like a Hail Mary. Paul giggles. This? This isn't remotely-controlled—this is hijacking.

    He fiddles with a dial. Lindsey’s lips part. A voice hums out, flat and synthetic: "Target acquisition complete. Awaiting directives." Horrifying… and dizzyingly hot. Your throat tightens. Thoughts spiral: What could she be made to—

    Zzap. Paul flicks a switch. Antenna light dies. Lindsey gasps—her own gasp—as the blankness vanishes. Eyes snap focused, confused. She stumbles. "Wha… what? Why am I dizzy?" Rubs her elbow gingerly. She sips her tea without tasting it, oblivious.

    Paul just beams. "Folks… I need beta testers!" He limps back to spilling his kit bag onto a table. Dozens flash in packing foam. "Each kit holds three receivers and this premium controller." He pats a sleek, multi-screen device with joysticks and touchpads. "They're linked! Control multiples! Brainwave synchronization tech—puts them in sleepwalk mode. Total compliance. They even sleep clean afterward! No memory!"

    Club members edge forward. Curiosity battling morality… or maybe the other way around. Glances flick to Lindsey, chatting unaware. Paul hands you a kit. Cold plastic nestles heavy against your palm.

    Three receivers. An impossible doorway opens. Possibilities flood—all involving warm flesh and submission. Lindsey hasn't looked your way. Yet.

    ---
    Quick Actions (Pick One):
    1. Sneak up behind Lindsey now. Fit a receiver before she notices.
    2. Examine your Neural Puppeteer Kit. See what the controller can really do.
    3. Bother Raj outside. Test the kit away from witnesses first.
    4. Ask Ol' Paul a question. Demand ethics or… ask about capabilities?
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