It began innocently. The machine, named the Nylonizer in a drunken stupor at 3am after a ludicrous victory run around the secret facilities, had been tried and had been successful. At least on the non-human test subjects of which none remained. Who needed a nylonized squirrel?
It was hauled in the dead of the next night, when people slept and when those around and about had better things to mind. The man simply called John - for he found the term doctor incorrect, and the term insane even less accurate - paid his bribes, paid his goons, and got the machine to the most inconspicuous of places possible for a deviously naughty invention disguised as something only mindless puppets of a consumerism empire could find remotely enjoyable - a massage machine. It was slim, and it looked like a simple leather chair. But John knew better. He knew the machine inside out and didn't even dare touch it. His hand was testimony of possible accidents, nylon bound and nylon encased as it was.
The Nylonizer was placed at one end of the Mall, his hunting ground, the home of his invention. What better place to create mindless puppets than a place where the mindless reunited?
His goons connected the machine and erected a box of plaster and cardboard around it. He would give his customers the gift of privacy, of course, and to keep prying eyes away from what happened inside. It was a tiny space he had rented inside the Mall, and it was enough. It was a business front he was given, even if the business was not for monetary gain. It took him and his hired goons the entirety of the night to set up the shop, make it look inviting and proper.
It was called The Massage Master: Make Your Pains Dissipate.
John was not good with names.
There was one problem, though. As much as John wished to witness every conversion himself, he could not stay at the place. He had other plans that needed his attention. And his hired goons would not do, they would not do at all. Besides, John believed, no, he knew that the two goons might not return to their homes at sunrise as they had promised their girls and boys. No, John needed someone to attend the store, someone amiable and happy, someone easy going and who could entice customers, someone who could bring in people with just a smile.
John's lips curled into a devious smile.
He would have to make that person.
