Parameter Remote Control Novels & Stories

"What are you doing?" "Looking for the lie." The panel pops loose with a screech of rusted metal. I pull it away. Behind it sits a junction box. Modern digital display. Red LED readouts glowing in the gloom. Two countdown timers. Both synchronized perfectly to the main clock: 03:40:22. The first is labeled: BUILDING SYSTEMS OVERRIDE. The second: PRINCETON MEDICAL - REMOTE MONITORING BRIDGE. My stomach drops. I trace the wiring with my eyes. It runs parallel to the main power feed, then splits toward a slave-link connection.

“And what’s that?” His lips curl into a smirk, slow and deliberate, as he reaches into his pocket. The small black remote glints under the chandelier’s glow when he sets it on the table between us, his thumb hovering just above the buttons. “Control.” It’s a vibrator. The one I’ve worn for him before, the one that turns me into a trembling, desperate mess with just the press of a button. My pussy clenches at the memory, already slick with anticipation.

"I'll do it right now." Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device that looked like a remote control. The object fit neatly in his palm, and he held it up briefly as if to emphasize that he was completely prepared for this demonstration. Turning slightly, Pete faced the large screen positioned along the stage area. The screen stretched widely across the wall, its dark surface waiting silently as Pete raised the remote toward it. He pressed a button. Almost instantly, the screen flickered to life. A soft glow spread across its surface, and lines of code began appearing rapidly, scrolling in organized sequences across the display.

She wrinkled her fingers and I shake my head at her. “Rubin. Rubin!” I snapped my fingers at her which made her look back at me. “They did not die and they did not resurrect, okay?” I showed her the remote and she stares at it, a bit confused, “ This is a remote control. You use it to turn on the television. You do not use it to kill. The humans inside do not die if you turn it off. It just simply works like that without bringing harm. Do you understand?” She was still surprise at how it works that she barely nodded at me.

"Drykena the Goddess of the Land. You're asking me to—" "Copy it." I looked down at the cracked status screen. For all my life, it was staring me right in the face. A skill just begging to copied. Did Drykena know that this was possible? I doubt it. It was a loophole in the system. If I could copy it, there wouldn't be a limit to what I could copy. The keys appeared by my fingers. Control C, Control V. Nothing. I tried again, and the results were the same. I tried four more times, and each time I added pressure to the keys.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned around and said, "Feel free to help yourself to any drink you fancy, or there is the remote for the television." Pointing at the set of black remotes resting on the coffee table, he started listing out what remote was for what, "Or you can just speak your commands into that right there." Pointing at the 'Sara,' Sara is a virtual assistant technology on steroids. "Another option is to come and keep my company if you like?" "Ok, sweet, nah, I will check out the television and see what's new." Jada had chirped, jumped off the stool, and poured herself another gin and tonic.

“You can. And you will.” I knelt again. Slipped it into place carefully…small curved vibrator nestled right against her still-throbbing clit, the slim tail tucked inside her, pressing against her G-spot. Watched her face as she realized what I’d done. “Oh my god,” she breathed. “Kyle, what…” “It’s controlled remotely.” I pulled out my phone. Showed her the app already installed and configured. “I can adjust the intensity. The pattern. The duration. Everything.” “You can’t expect me to wear that to the awards…”

“Now explain the function of each of these switches and the button.” “The missile launch software and that of this device are different and I couldn’t establish an algorithm that would unite them, that is why I had these switches as a means of manual activation of their motors by remote control. The software for the guidebeam and the joystick receivers were compatible, so you can select a target from the case and activate automatic gyro control.” “Very good, professor. Perfect!” The leader was excited. “And the red button?”

Samarth responded to her mischievously. "Okay, I'm going to receive your colours." Aradhya sighed and exited from the room. Samarth announced from the remote, "No one will open the door except Aradhya." Samarth has arranged remote control operations in the house, so he can open-close and on-off commands through his phone and others can use remote. When someone speaks in the remote, that can be heard in the respective room through speakers. In the remote, multiple functions can be operated. Aradhya isn't aware of that yet.

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.