THE SUBLIMINALS

“They eat at your brain, dude. And the worst part is? We don't even know it.” 

Here we go, Manglefish thought. Old buddy HackerJammer666 on another one of his rants. For a genius his Skype friend could be gullible as a Nebraska farm girl in Manhattan.

He adjusted his laptop so its camera would send a clearer picture of him. 

“Subliminal's a myth, man,” Manglefish said. “Besides, Eat Mor Chikin' hidden in Chick-fil-A ads? Harmless.”

“Bullshit it's harmless.” Hack’s voice went up an octave. “Check it--smartphones, laptops, TV, iPads. Hell, storefront video displays. Look around man. They got us surrounded.”