Exploring the Concept of a Mind-Controlling Parasite

There is a parasite that doesn't disinfect the body.

It enters the eye and replaces the host.

For entertainment purposes only.

There is an ancient parasite, not metaphorical, not symbolic,

literal. They call it the Vril.

A subterranean organism that has existed long before recorded

history, small

enough to be unseen, intelligent enough to be deliberate.

Its method of entry is through the eye.

The optic nerve is the only place in the human body where the central nervous

system is exposed, where the outside world touches the brain

with almost nothing

in between.

The most efficient process doesn't happen while you are awake.

It happens during REM sleep. That's when it strikes.

It doesn't swap your soul with another soul.

It removes the original host completely, extracts it entirely, leaving a

perfectly empty vessel.

Once the host is gone, the parasite burrows straight to the

deepest part of the

brainstem, coils there, and learns to mimic memories.

Sometimes it even functions better than before, calmer, more focused,

easier to be around, but it is no longer human.

It is a reptilian intelligence piloting a human vessel, ancient,

cold, purely survival-based. It doesn't feel the way you

feel. It doesn't think the way you think. It only mimics.

Emotions confuse it. Bright lights short-circuit it.

Sudden sounds, high-pressure moments are when the mask slips.

And when the signal starts to break down, when the glitches come in, it reaches for

the eye, the same eye it entered through.

Touching it is like rebooting the connection, stabilizing the signal.

And what happens to the original host that was removed?

It can be transferred into a completely different vessel or uploaded into an

endless stream on a USB drive.

For entertainment purposes only, I completely made this story up,

'cause what else

am I supposed to do with a crazy imagination?