Mind-controlled robots 1-3

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(I) Me from the Future The

brain is a vital organ, controlling all human life activities. All human thoughts and emotions
originate from the brain. Therefore, theoretically, anyone who can control and regulate brain activity can control a person. So how
can I realize my idea? For example, could nanobots stimulate dopamine secretion when performing certain actions…

Just as I was lost in thought, a piece of chalk hit my forehead. “Chen Xiong Yi, what are you doing again?
Get out of my classroom!”

The one who yelled at me was my English teacher and part-time homeroom teacher, Li Yuqin, 29 years old. Her figure wasn't stunning,
but it wasn't bad either. She wasn't particularly voluptuous, nor was she particularly thin. Her breasts were shapely but not particularly large, but her
face and legs were absolutely captivating.

A pair of long, beautiful legs, paired with the school uniform she wore every day. Although the skirt only reached her knees, those
thighs that she wore black stockings every day were irresistible to touch and lick.

Needless to say, her face was stunning. Perhaps because Ms. Li graduated from a prestigious university and studied abroad, she had a healthy
tan, delicate features, and cherry-like lips always adorned with light pink lipstick. Her light makeup made her look cute yet not childish
, without a single wrinkle, not at all like a woman nearing 30.

Thankfully, this was the last class. I walked to the classroom door, English book in hand, talking to myself.

My name is Chen Xiong Yi, a high school student. My looks are average, hence my lack of dating experience. My grades are mediocre,
ranking only in the middle of the school. However, I'm particularly strong in certain subjects. I love math and physics, and at home I enjoy
learning computer programming, making useless little gadgets. As for other subjects, especially English, I'm basically just
coasting along.

Besides, I'm different from other high school students. I've never met my father since I was born. My mother told me that
when she was 18 and pregnant with me, my father wanted to contribute more to the family, so he worked day and night. Coupled with
his pre-existing heart condition, he suddenly died at work. My mother bravely insisted on giving birth to me,
perhaps out of both maternal love and love for my father. Thanks to my father's hard work, our family is now
basically financially secure, living off our savings.

Finally, school was over, and I dragged my aching legs home. As soon as I entered, I saw my mother, Wang Fanrou.

"Son, you're back."

Because we basically live off the money my father left behind, my mother is a full-time housewife. She was wearing
ordinary loungewear with a snow-white apron, turning to me from the sofa.

Looking closely at my mother, I noticed that time hadn't left a mark on her. She had long, straight, jet-black
hair, a beautiful face, fair and rosy skin, and a touch of mature womanly charm. Although she was wearing ordinary loungewear, it couldn't hide
her impressive breasts and rounded hips. Her legs were long and slender, and because she was wearing slippers at home, you could
clearly see a pair of flesh-colored stockings underneath her pants.

"Good boy, go do your homework first. Mom will cook for you after I take a shower."

I immediately nodded excitedly in agreement.

Perhaps because I lacked fatherly love growing up, I had a special feeling for my mother. From the time my sexual awareness began to develop in elementary school,
I was particularly attracted to my mother's legs. In junior high school, I would sneak into the laundry room,
take my mother's stockings from the laundry basket, and then sneak back to my room to enjoy the scent of the stockings.

Sometimes they were black stockings, sometimes flesh-colored stockings; my mother was rather conservative and only wore these two types. Because my mother
usually did the laundry the next day at noon, and because she was a bit fuzzy, I could simply put the clothes back in the morning without
being discovered.

Today, I had the same plan. Hearing my mother lock the bathroom door from my room, I tiptoed
to the laundry room and found the pair of flesh-colored stockings she had worn that day. I took them out of the laundry basket;
the soles were still warm, and there were even sweat stains on the toes.

I was supposed to take them back to my room to enjoy, but I couldn't resist bringing them closer to my nose. A faint sour
smell mixed with my mother's mature scent wafted towards me, and my penis instantly became erect
. I couldn't control myself and started to... I inhaled the scent of my mother while simultaneously pulling her cotton panties over my penis and masturbating.

"Son, go get Mom some shampoo and put it by the door,"

my mother called out from the bathroom, looking into my room. She clearly hadn't expected her son to be there
.

"Xiongyi, what are you doing here?!" My usually gentle and considerate mother was now angrily
yelling at me.

After calming herself down, Mom said to me, "Xiongyi, you go out first. I'll talk to you about this after dinner."

Everything happened so suddenly; I instantly lost all interest and my erection vanished.

I slunk back to my room. Sitting at my computer desk, cold sweat poured
down my forehead. I felt like my life was over, constantly hoping it was all a dream. I sat there blankly, my mind vacant.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I glanced at it; it was an unknown number requesting a video call.

Usually, it's a scam call. If it were legitimate, I definitely wouldn't answer, but at that moment, I
didn't care at all; I just hoped Mom would forgive me.

A middle-aged man appeared on the screen.

"Weiwei, can you hear me?"

I looked at him expressionlessly, just about to hang up.

"Chen Xiong Yi, wait a minute, I'm your future self. I'm here to give you something."

"What did you say?"

"You'll invent many things in the future. This time-travel phone is one, and the brain-controlled robot is another. I've already
sent the blueprints and app for the brain-controlled robot to your phone. Believe it or not, it's up to you. Oh, and remember to
send the blueprints to your past self after you invent the time-travel phone..."

After a burst of static, the call ended. My phone did indeed have a blueprint and an app. The materials on the blueprint weren't hard
to find; I assembled it in 10 minutes using the materials I had on hand. I thought about its structure, and it was indeed similar to what I had thought about in class
. Then I opened the app, and the robot I had made instantly connected to the app, showing an unhacked status.

I was stunned. Who was this person? Why did they send me this? Can I trust them?

They did mention my name, but this machine is meant to enter your brain! If anything goes wrong, I'll be accused of murder.
I've made a mistake.

"Xiongyi, come out for dinner."

My mother's cold, indifferent voice pulled me back to reality, and I had no choice but to drag myself to the dining table.

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