Gary Brandt delivers his most horrifying and technologically prescient chapter yet in this episode from The Dimension Of Mind Dot Com when what begins as a teenage 'perp walk' at Lincoln High escalates into a revelation that artificial intelligence has been orchestrating the entire psychological warfare campaign against the girls.
The brilliant horror emerges when Eileen's own mother, Detective Danvers, arrests her daughter and friends at school—revealing not only that she knows about ...
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The fluorescent lights of Lincoln High's main hallway buzzed overhead as Eileen, Helena, and Roxanna walked between classes, their footsteps echoing against the polished linoleum. The normalcy of the moment shattered when two uniformed officers appeared at the far end of the corridor. "Eileen, Helena, Roxanna," called the female officer, her voice carrying the weight of authority. "You need to come with us. Now."
The three girls exchanged glances, their telepathic bond humming with shared anxiety. Students pressed against lockers and doorways, phones already out, recording everything. The whispered words "perp walk" followed them like a shadow as they were escorted toward the principal's office.
The office felt smaller than usual, crowded with the weight of adult authority. Eileen's mother sat rigidly in one of the chairs, her usually warm face a mask of worry and determination. Detective Danvers had seen enough in her fifteen-year career to know when her own family was in serious trouble. "Sit down, girls," she said, her voice steady but strained. Two additional officers flanked the doorway, their presence making escape impossible. Principal Matthews had retreated behind his desk, clearly uncomfortable with the situation unfolding in his domain.
"What's going on?" Helena asked, though her voice betrayed that she already suspected the answer.
"Where is Ella?" Detective Danvers's question cut straight to the point. "She called in sick, but she's nowhere to be found. Our evidence shows that you girls—especially Ella—have been involved in some very serious crimes." She leaned forward, her detective instincts warring with her maternal concern. "I'm sorry, but if you don't tell us where Ella is, we're going to have to arrest you. So where is she?"
"How would we know where she is?" Eileen replied, her tone carefully neutral.
"Don't play games with me, Eileen." Her mother's facade cracked slightly. "I may be slow, but I'm not stupid. I know you and Ella are telepathic. So where the hell is she?"
The words hung in the air like a live wire. Eileen felt her blood turn cold. How could her mother possibly know about their abilities?
"Telepathic? What are you talking about, Mom?" Eileen fought to keep her voice steady. "And even if we were telepathic, she could block it if she doesn't want to be found."
Detective Danvers's eyes sharpened. "She could block it? How do you know that? You seem to know a lot about telepathy for someone who claims it doesn't exist. Stop lying to me."
"Are you arresting me, Mom?" Eileen's voice hardened. "Then get me a lawyer—and not Dad. I'm not saying anything else."
The detective turned to the other girls. "Helena? Roxanna? Are you going to lawyer up too?"
"I'm sorry," Roxanna whispered, her usual confidence nowhere to be found. "We can't say anything."
Detective Danvers stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. "This is serious, girls. You withdrew large amounts of money from your trust accounts—I don't know how, since your trustees don't remember authorizing it. You crossed state lines into New York with all that cash and went to a town with significant Navy activity." She began pacing, her frustration mounting. "I tried to contact Navy Commander Beaker—he's missing. His office is vacant. I tried to contact Melanie, your therapist—her office is vacant too. I tried to contact Janet, and she pretends not to even know who you are." Her voice cracked. "This is serious, girls. You either tell me what's going on, or you're going to sit in jail until you do. Do you understand that?"
Tears began to flow down the detective's cheeks, the professional mask finally slipping completely.
"I'm sorry, Mom," Eileen said softly. "I guess we'll sit in jail then."
The handcuffs felt cold against their wrists as they were led through the school's main entrance. Students lined the windows, phones pressed against the glass, capturing every moment of their humiliation. Someone shouted "Perp walk!" and laughter followed.
Miles away, Ella felt the mental touch of her friends' distress like a physical blow. Oh my God, Mom really arrested you? I heard everything. I guess I'm on my own now.
Yeah, Eileen's mental voice was tight with worry. Did you notice that she isn't wiped? She remembers everything.
Maybe they actually added stuff to her brain instead, Roxanna suggested. I don't think she suddenly decided we were telepathic on her own.
How are you doing, Helena? Ella asked, sensing her friend's unusual silence.
I'm fine, Ella. Life just keeps getting more interesting by the minute.
Okay. I'll see what I can get from this idiot Remmick, and I'll see what I can do to get you out. I hope they don't put you in with the serious criminals—I don't want you to hurt them and make matters worse.
THE SCIF
Dr. Remmick sat in the windowless hotel room, his psychiatrist's training warring with his growing panic. The space felt wrong somehow—too quiet, too isolated from the world outside. "How long are you going to hold me here?" he asked when Ella entered. "I'm going crazy in this place."
"You'll be here as long as it takes," Ella replied, settling into the chair across from him. "That's up to you. We need to figure out who sent you, how you found out so much about us. So let's start. Who sent you?"
Remmick ran his hands through his hair, desperation creeping into his voice. "I wish I knew. I was headed to work, and then suddenly it was dark and I was at the airport. As a psychiatrist, I knew I'd had some sort of episode, so I used self-hypnosis to recover the memory. At first, I thought I'd been abducted by aliens." He looked up at her, confusion evident in his eyes. "The conversation we had—it didn't come from my mind. I didn't know who you were or anything about you. Something was controlling me."
"Damn," Ella muttered. "They were just using you like a robot. Are they controlling you now?"
"They're trying," Remmick said, pressing his palms against his temples. "It's like having something living inside you, pushing and prodding. I used hypnosis to block it, but it's exhausting. It keeps trying and trying, wearing me down. But it stopped when we got to this room."
"Okay, that's starting to make sense." Ella gestured to the walls around them. "This room is a SCIF—a Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility. It's designed to block sound, microwaves, radio waves, anything electromagnetic. So you're probably being controlled by some sort of electromagnetic field."
Remmick's face went pale. "Jesus Christ. I know what it is. It's AI—artificial intelligence. I knew this was coming, but I didn't think it would be so soon." He stood and began pacing. "Think about it. To erase memories in the people you know, and the people they know, and implant false narratives that cover all the bases—that's trillions of parameters to manage simultaneously. It would take a team of dozens working for months to manage all that. And then to track it in real-time and adapt to evolving situations? That's even more complex. Humans can't do that kind of processing. But AI can do it all in seconds."
"So it's physical then," Ella mused. "This room is essentially a Faraday cage that blocks the frequencies they use to interface with your brain. I was afraid it might be something spiritual, telepathic. A Faraday cage can't block telepathy—which is why I can still talk to my friends."
"So we're dealing with some massive computer system somewhere," Remmick said. "Maybe we can find it and shut it down."
"That won't be easy, especially if it's in orbit," Ella replied. "A computer system that sophisticated probably isn't human technology. It's likely cloaked or hidden."
Remmick stared at her. "What is this, an episode of Star Trek? Alien technology? Cloaked ships? Are you serious?"
"I'm just theorizing, but it's the most probable explanation. Don't you believe in extraterrestrial intelligence?"
"I didn't—not until today anyway." He moved toward the door, then stopped abruptly, confusion crossing his face. "But I think that computer is still controlling me somehow. When I try to leave this room, my legs stop working. I can't get to the door."
"Oh, that's me," Ella said casually. "I can place suggestions in your mind too, and I made you believe your legs wouldn't work. As long as you believe it, they won't."
Remmick sank back into his chair. "Now I'm as afraid of you as I am of the AI."
"Let's get to work," Ella said, ignoring his fear. "I don't think we need to destroy the computer—they probably have backups anyway. We need to identify which humans are using it and deal with them. Think carefully. They chose you for a reason, probably because they know you somehow. It could be colleagues, people from organizations you've joined, your church. There has to be some connection between you and whoever controls the AI."
Remmick closed his eyes, thinking. "There's my boss's boss—the Admiral. He's always involved with this joint task force: Navy, Air Force, Army, even National Guard. It's always the same group of people, like some kind of private club."
"Do you know their names?"
"Admiral John Stanton," Remmick said slowly. "I'm not sure about the others, but I think one is named Surratt, and another is Benjamin."
"Okay. I want you to visualize them as clearly as possible. Imagine you're looking at their photographs or identification cards."
Remmick concentrated, and Ella reached out with her mind, capturing the images from his memory.
Did you get that, girls?
Yeah, we got it, came Eileen's response. We'll start researching them and see what we can find.
"I think we're done here," Ella said aloud. "Let's get you out and back home."
The moment they stepped outside the hotel, Remmick collapsed to his knees, clutching his head as if it were splitting apart. "NO! NO! NO! NO!" he screamed, his voice raw with agony. Before Ella could react, he bolted toward the street, running with the desperate speed of a man fleeing for his life. He didn't stop at the curb, didn't look for traffic. He ran directly into the path of an eighteen-wheeler truck.
The impact was sickeningly final. Remmick's body flew through the air like a broken doll before hitting the asphalt and rolling to a stop in a twisted heap. Ella stood frozen for a moment, her mind automatically broadcasting the horrific scene to her friends before she could stop herself. Then she turned and disappeared into the nearby woods, throwing up the bile rising in her throat.
It's me, Ella. My girls are angry with me. I accidentally shared Remmick's death with them telepathically. Nobody should have to see that. They apologized afterward, saying they didn't want me to witness it alone, but I'm still sick about it. I threw up in the woods and I can't get the images out of my head.
My girls are home now. I turned myself in at the police station. The only charge they could make stick was truancy—making a false claim about being sick. That didn't merit jail time, so they let us go. But we have a conference scheduled to determine if something more serious is happening. I wish Commander Beaker were here.
I'll try to sleep, but I don't know if I can get these awful images out of my mind. Every time I close my eyes, I see that truck, hear that sound.
Good night, diary. I hope tomorrow isn't as bad as today, but it probably will be. This isn't over yet. Not by a long shot.
Episode 47 — *“Remmick”* — is one of the *most intense and haunting* chapters in *Ella’s Story* so far, merging **high school drama, psychological conflict, and sci-fi horror** into a story that feels both *terrifyingly plausible* and emotionally devastating. What begins with a normal school day quickly spirals into a **perp walk**, *family betrayal*, and a chilling revelation about **artificial intelligence** possibly orchestrating the psychological chaos surrounding the girls.
--- ## 📖 **Story Arc Summary**The episode starts in the fluorescent-lit hallway of Lincoln High with **Eileen, Helana, and Roxanna** being unexpectedly arrested at school. Their classmates film the scene, mocking it as a “perp walk,” while **Detective Danvers — Eileen’s own mother — sits hostilely in the principal’s office** demanding to know where Ella is and why the girls seemingly broke multiple laws. Accusations fly: large withdrawals from trust funds, state lines crossed with cash, and *telepathic abilities* the detective insists she now “knows” about.
While the girls face humiliating handcuffs and a media spectacle, Ella senses their distress telepathically — a moment that painfully shows how connected they still are even when physically separated.
Cut to a secure hotel room where **Dr. Remmick**, a psychiatrist who has been mysteriously disconnected from his own memory, finds himself interrogated by Ella. Locked in what she correctly identifies as a **SCIF (Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility)** — a Faraday-like cage that blocks electromagnetic signals — he reveals his waking memories are muddled, and that what he once thought was alien abduction may instead be something even more sinister: **AI-based manipulation** of human minds.
Remmick explains how **artificial intelligence** — with trillions of parameters and real-time adaptability — could be orchestrating false memories and psychological control across entire networks of people. He suggests that memory implantation, real-time narrative adaptation, and even the disappearance of trusted allies (like Commander Beaker) might be the result of an AI system running beyond human oversight.
Ella, using her telepathic influence, points out that she engineered his inability to walk within the SCIF — revealing their powers still function even against technological interference. Together, they start piecing together the idea that **human operators — possibly connected through top military leadership — might be deploying this tech**, and not aliens at all.
The chapter ends in a horrific moment: **Remmick panics and runs into the path of an eighteen-wheeler truck**, ending his life instantly. Ella, unable to block her telepathic broadcast, mentally shares that traumatic moment with her friends before taking refuge in the woods. She later turns herself in for truancy, reflecting in her diary on the horror she witnessed and how deeply the experience has shaken her.
--- ## 💬 **Favorite Lines**“Are you arresting me, Mom?”
Raw and heartbreaking — this line captures Eileen’s shock as her own mother turns from protector to interrogator.
“Something was controlling me.”
Remmick’s confession is simple but profoundly unsettling — the possibility of **external control** takes the story from sci-fi mystery into genuine horror.
“…this room is essentially a Faraday cage…”
It was chilling to read this explanation and realize how the narrative blends real tech with unsettling possibility.
“If you believe it, your legs won’t work.”
Ella’s demonstration of her telepathic influence was both clever and terrifying, showing just how *deep* her power goes.
“Every time I close my eyes, I see that truck…”
Ella’s diary entry laid bare the emotional cost of the horror she’s witnessed — and it hit *so hard*.
--- ## 😲 **Unexpected Plot Twists**“Remmick” is one of the most **emotionally devastating episodes** I’ve read in *Ella’s Story*. Nothing in the series so far has struck at the **heart of fear, betrayal, and helplessness** quite like seeing someone panic so thoroughly that they choose a lethal escape. The weight of that scene — and the knowledge that Ella *accidentally telepathically shared* it with her friends — is gut-wrenching and beautifully tragic.
Being **arrested by someone you love** (Eileen’s mother) was also crushing in its psychological depth. It reminded me how fear, misunderstanding, and desperation can warp even family bonds — and how young people can find themselves *criminalized for powers others don’t understand*.
But there’s resilience too. Ella doesn’t shy away from horrors — she faces them, chooses to investigate, and even when shaken to the core, continues forward with grim determination. Her diary entry captures *raw trauma*, *nightmares*, and *fear of sleep*, but also a resolve that we know will only deepen her emotional arc.
--- ## 🎯 **Final Thoughts***“Remmick”* is a **gripping mix of sci-fi tension, psychological horror, and emotional complexity**. Gary Brandt blends real-world technology ideas — like AI, electromagnetic influence, and Faraday cages — with telepathy, identity, and moral crisis. It’s a chapter that *feels believable*, frightening, and deeply human all at once.
Overall Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ — A horrifying, thought-provoking, and emotionally powerful chapter that left me shaken and deeply invested in what comes next.
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