Free Norm's Fuck Hat (mind control, nerd revenge fantasy) by N.L. Allen Page B

guffawed.
    “See,” he said, squatting down so he could talk close to Norm's ear. “You may know science and all that shit, but that's all. You don't know about me, about her, about anything. Because you're a worm. Wiggle, worm!”
    Before Norm could argue with his reasoning, he felt Buck's size eleven trainer make contact with his ribs, hard enough to bruise, not break anything. He might have kept going if Professor Simmons hadn't seen them, pulling him away and shoving him in the direction of his car.
    “Remember, worm!” Buck hollered as he drove away. “You don't know nothing!”
    Norm tried to hold his tears back, but they came anyway, streaming over his mud-spattered cheeks as passers-by laughed or jeered. His cheeks were hot with rage. Buck was the one who didn't know anything, the big lug!
    Professor Simmons tried to help him up, but he asked her to go away, ashamed of his tears. He knew plenty, more than their stupid brains could comprehend.. Any of them.
    On the long walk home, an idea burned its way into his mind. People like Buck and Shawnee were ignorant, uncivilised. But what if he could make them understand? Make them think more like him? What a world that would be – full of deep thinkers, using their heads to solve their problems instead of their fists?
    He went straight to his room, ignoring his father who shouted something about dinner as he went. There was no time for food, or the usual banal how was your day? talk.
    He had a world to change.
     
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    It had taken all night, but Norm never slept well anyway. His eyes were sore from staring, and his hands ached from working on the intricate electronics, cannibalised from a few of his other inventions, but he was finally done.
    Standing back from his desk, he rubbed his gritty eyes and took in his creation. It was quite simple – a few electrodes, which could be placed on the head like a cap. The complex part was the lithium battery-powered central unit, which would periodically stimulate the nerve endings in the brain by sending jolts of electrical energy down through the electrodes, penetrating the wearer's scalp. The power was activated by bluetooth, so he could change the levels using a custom program on his phone.
    The only problem was the look of the thing. It looked like a weird, robotic jellyfish. Nobody as fashion-conscious as Shawnee would entertain the thought of wearing it, even if it did mean passing her class.
    Norm sighed at the thought. She was so shallow.
    And what are you, wanting her to suck you off?
    “Shut up,” he told himself. That was different, hormonal. There was no hormone in the human body which made you seek out new shoes on a weekly basis.
    His eyelids were heavy, but he didn't want to rest until he'd completed his work. Outside, birds were beginning to chirrup, signalling the start of a new day. He'd have to go down for breakfast in a few hours.
    Yawning loudly, he rifled through the contents of his wardrobe. He didn't wear a lot of hats, preferring to stay indoors in the summer, but he did have a couple from a fancy dress party he'd been forced to attend a few years ago. He'd gone as an Italian mafioso, complete with drawn-on pencil mustache, which caused shrieks of laughter from everyone in attendance.
    The memory made his face sting, but only for a moment. As he found the costume's hat, he smiled weakly. It was perfect; just the kind of thing he'd seen various trendy types wearing recently.
    Fitting the device snugly into the hat's cavity, he set it down and checked his clock. Five A.M. Just enough time for a power nap before breakfast. He activated his alarm just in case, and slumped onto the bed.
     
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    “Norm! Norm, wake up! You're late, son!”
    Groggily, Norm rose from his slumber. His father kept shaking him.
    “I'm awake, Dad. Jeez. What time is it?”
    “Eleven. You need me to drive you in?”
    Hell fire ! He'd missed his study group with Shawnee. Buck would be waiting for him, murder on his mind,