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  The Ministry had received a tip that the London-based Pherum Technologies was working on a device capable of "direct synaptic interface", a more sensational way of masking the machine's true purpose to influence and control one's thoughts. Emma Peel (now an official operative of The Ministry) was sent to investigate the insider's claim, going undercover and getting hired on as a receptionist. Unfortunately for Emma, it didn't take long for Pherum to learn of the spy within their organization, and it was soon arranged that Mrs. Peel would get her up-close and personal examination of the latest model of their mind-morphing machine. With the synaptic interface device firmly fixated to Emma's temple, Pherum put their newest employee to work as a security drone, patrolling the complex in search of any would-be saboteurs or secret agents looking to stop her masters... To make a long story short, I found inspiration for this image in a recent revisit of a carto...

  THE YOLKIANS have returned to Earth to pick up a fresh batch of humans for their next sacrificial ritual. However, the egg-like aliens soon discover that Earth has fallen under new ownership since their last visit, and the deadly DALEKS now reign supreme. With an extraterrestrial war soon in full swing, THE ROBOWOMEN and THE YOLKIAN DRONES will do everything in their power to see that their masters are triumphant! It's a no holds barred battle you won't want to miss as winner takes all: the Earth, and their opponent's army of mind-controlled soldiers! Finally, the long-awaited return of the Robowomen! Who do you think would win between these opposing factions? It seemed appropriate to bring Susan and Barbara back as the representatives of the Robowomen, as they were the first subjects of a "mind control" related image I did. Diana and Yvonne were selected to maintain the 1960s sci-fi theme of the poster. Daleks vs. Yolkians on DeviantArt

  The ceremony is mere hours away, and the final preparations are well underway as King Goobot finds himself in the drone storage facility. With the aid of his two most loyal of servants, he begins a manual test to make sure all mind control helmets are functioning to avoid any later "mishaps" which could arise later. "Yes," he quietly murmurs "Poultra will be most pleased with this batch of sacrifices..." Without warning, the sleepy London street was bathed in an eerie yellow and green glow. Clara stopped in her tracks, the strange beam holding her in place before sending her high into the air. Amy glanced up at the starry night, spotting a giant steel spacecraft hovering directly above the alley, opening it's beak-like cannon and capturing her directly in it's emerald spotlight... By the time the Yolkian's native planet comes into view, Clara and Amy have forgotten about their own homeworld of Earth. No longer plagued by thoughts...

  The strange airships hovered above the city under the cloak of midnight, their emerald tractor beams dancing sporadically like spotlights as they pulled in any human caught in it’s gaze. It cared not who they were or where they came from, as long as their bio-signature deemed them worthy of abduction. By the time the effects of the paralysis ray had worn off, the abductees found themselves on a distant planet populated by gooey green creatures floating in egg-shaped armor. The Yolkians (as they were apparently called) informed their prisoners that they were to be immediately processed for dronification, to join the ranks of their ever-growing army of slaves. Of course, the prisoners protested this, but there was very little they could do as large black and silver helmets were placed upon their heads. In seconds, a steady stream of alien thoughts pour into their minds, ones which instil a sense of loyalty and complete servitude to the Yolkian empire. Yvonne had aspi...

  It seemed as though the number of captured Human Resistance fighters was growing with each passing day, and it was a number which scavenger Jennifer Parker was inadvertently contributing to at this very moment. A reconnaissance mission gone awry had led her directly into the hands of the Decepticons, who then promptly brought her to the closest Conversion Center available. The teenage rebel had long feared the day when this would happen after having to watch so many of her former allies become servants to the mechanical dictators they fought so very hard to try to bring down, a nightmare which had finally come true. By the time she arrives at her assigned post at the Energon Processing Facility, one never would have taken her to be a radical insurgent just a few hours prior. Her skin-tight purple bio-suit proudly bears the indigo crest of her metal masters, and the mind-altering steel headband kills any thoughts of resistance before they can even form. Supervisor 53...

  Sokovia, 1947 The echos of the preceding gunfight still reverberated off the concrete corridors of the bunker as Peggy Carter slowly came out from behind her cover. About a dozen bodies of Hydra troops laid on the ground, her deadly marksmanship having stopped them in their tracks. She had failed to notice it at first, not until her boot stepped upon the slowly growing puddle underneath, but the large glass tank beside the wooden crates that shielded her from the enemy's hot lead had been struck by a stray bullet. Peggy moved around to the front of the tank, looking at the strange mass which floated in the quickly draining water. Suddenly, the mass opened an obsidian eye. Before Carter could react, the clump of flesh threw itself against the tank where the projectile hit. Glass and water knocked Peggy to the floor as the heap rode out the current to freedom. Her skull hit the concrete hard. Not hard enough for any serious damage, but just enough to black out. Eyes s...

  This was an image I planned on posting to DeviantArt around Halloween, 2020, based on the 1986 film Troll (though most people might be more familiar with it's 1990 "sequel", Troll 2 ). I thought it was too similar to my Poison Ivy: Floral Freedom image, as well as the fact that not a lot of people would know the source material or understand the story (but then again I've done images based on obscure movies before). The basic story that went along with the image was that Jeanette (the character portrayed by Julia Louis-Dreyfus in the film) had moved out of the apartment that Torok The Troll attacked, and ran away to New York City. After a decade of living in The Big Apple, Torok finds Jeanette and turns her into a Nymph once more. Julia Louis-Dreyfus as the naked and Nymph-ified Jeanette Cooper in Troll (Image ©Empire International Pictures/MGM)

  It was Dr. Who's latest and greatest invention yet: Tardis, a machine that traveled both space and time. On the outside, Tardis looked like an ordinary police box, but inside it's surprisingly large interior was a series of complex controls and computers to help navigate the fourth dimension. He was preparing to take his niece Louise for a trip to the London of the future when he suddenly remembered there was a kettle boiling in the kitchen. An accidental touch on the control panel from Louise activated Tardis, leaving it's creator to watch in horror from the doorway of his cottage as the machine let out a wheezing, grinding noise as it slowly faded into the future. Louise pulled back the wooden doors of the police box and stepped out into the world that was nearly 200 years away from her own. Buildings were in shambles, destroyed cars littered the streets, and there wasn't a single person in sight. With no choice but to go out and look for somebody to he...

  It was like something out of a B-movie: aliens from outer space invading some idyllic 1950s American town in the middle of the night, except in this case the aliens weren't little green men from Mars or looked like Michael Rennie, they were robots. The Decepticons (as they would come to be known) were as big as the tallest buildings in Hill Valley, with steel bodies were impervious to any sort of attack the military fired their way, and forced any sort of plan of resistance to quickly dissipate. The townsfolk surrendered without a fight, and herded like cattle into large facilities that these invaders had brought with them. Among the captured stood teenager Lorraine Baines, who like her fellow residents watched in shock and terror as the robots relayed their master scheme. Believe it or not, the quaint little city of Hill Valley, California had been established on a large repository of a strange material called Energon, a form of fuel which the Decepticons survived ...

  From the darkness of the laboratory and into the white lights of the corridor stepped out the latest subject of cyber-conversion, a woman who had once called herself Donna Noble mere minuets ago. Standing in the hall waiting for her was the base's Cyber-Commander, who stood beside a middle-aged human female clad in a silver suit. "Donna" stood at attention, her unblinking neon blue eyes staring at the wall in the space between the human and Cyberman, waiting for orders. "YOUR NANO-TECHNOLOGY HAS PROVEN TO BE RELIABLE. WE WILL BEGIN MASS PRODUCTION AND DISTRIBUTION OF THE CYBUS-DISKS." Said the digitized voice of the Commander. The woman smiled "I knew you'd love it. You know, you're lucky we ran into each other when we did. Punching a hole through the barriers between universes was hard enough for a humble business woman like myself, but finding you lot with a similar goal of converting worlds upon worlds was sheer luck. Funny how the...

  The Terminator, John's guardian from the future, had failed. In what was the battle to determine the fate of humanity, the T-800 was pushed into a vat of molten metal, leaving the Connors ultimately defenseless against the power of the T-1000. With a swift strike from the silver blade extending from the machine's hand, John Connor met his fate there in the steel factory, but Sarah had been spared. Kept in a state of frozen preservation as the T-1000 advanced the impending date of Judgement Day, Sarah's mind was reprogrammed to instill an allegiance to the machines, realizing that weak humans were unworthy of ruling the Earth. After humanity met their end in an early nuclear holocaust, Sarah was roused from her slumber by her metal masters and given a new mission. Clad in a black skin-tight mimetic polyalloy suit, Sarah Connor, once the mother of the machines most despised enemy, now patrols the wasteland as she hunts down the remaining humans to aid Skynet in...

  Summer, 1968. America's top scientific minds gather in Houston at the National Aeronautics and Space Administration headquarters after receiving an urgent call from their nation's leaders. Taken to an office backroom where armed guards stand vigilant outside the doors, the who's who of researchers, professors, and doctors are told of a radio transmission intercepted and translated by NASA just a few hours ago. A message only three words long, sent by Earth's next door neighbor: "Mars needs women." As military personnel begin planning for a potential invasion, among the stunned and silent scientists in the small boardroom sits one Doctor Marjorie Bolen, one of the nation's leading experts in genetics. In the long days that followed, a string of kidnappings swept across Texas like a wind. Women from all walks of life were vanishing in the night without a trace. While the public ran wild with conspiracy theory after conspiracy theory, only a s...

  Alex Manning had never been the gamer that her friends were, but still she accompanied them to the Dante's Inferno entertainment center for the unveiling of a new video game being tested right here in their little town. Arcade was unlike anything anyone had ever seen: a virtual reality game that learned and adapted to each unique player, and graphics which made one feel as if they were right there in the digital world. With home copies of the game sent out to every teenager in the city to beta test, Arcade was becoming far more smarter (and more corrupt) than anyone could imagine. Preventing players from beating the game was still it's main objective, but now the artificial intelligence had a new pastime: enslaving the minds and bodies of those who dared challenged it in the digital realm. With each passing hour, more and more of the city's youth were disappearing without a trace. It was only after her boyfriend vanished that Alex began to investigate the di...

  1937: The light of her flickering torch reflected off the gilded bodies tucked away in the alcoves of the temple walls, leaving no doubt in Marion Ravenwood's mind that this was indeed the resting place of the Ikons of Ikammanen. According to legend (and a first-hand account from Indy), the Ikons were living golden statues that protected the inhabitants this uncharted island, or became invincible avengers to right a wrongful death. Knowing that Jones had failed to recover any of the Ikons during his brief visit not long ago, Marion had journeyed to the temple on her own in order to find some of that "fortune and glory" on her own, and now here it was right in front of her. Lost in her thoughts, Marion fails to notice that her unwanted presence has been detected until a smooth stone object collides with the back of her head, and suddenly, the world goes dark. The combination of extreme heat and the echos of strange voices stirs Marion from her slumber, awak...