Mora stumbled into Zara's arms.

"What's wrong honey?"

"I've lost my mind"

The words came out flat and emotionless, like from a robot or a deeply mindless person. Mora had been looking everywhere to find it, sleepwalking into furnature as she checked under pillows and carpets. The back door was open, Mora having evidently gone into the yard to look for it. How strange must she have looked. Mora hadn't even been dressed, as dressing herself required a mind. Mora was only clad in the white lacy underwear she usually slept in. Zara didn't have that much more clothing on.

"Oh, let me help you"

Zara went around flipping couch pillows and looking behind picture frames. She rummaged through drawers but nowhere she looked could she find Mora's mind. In fact, the more she looked, she was less sure that she even had her own mind. Zara closed her eyes, putting her hands to her temples as she tried to picture where Mora's mind could be. Images cycled through her mind. Zara felt dizzy and almost lost her balance. She went through more and more possibilities until the image of a large green crystal settled in her mind.

"Hey, uh, Mora?", Zara's dazed voice asked, "Could it be in the crystal?"

Zara's body relaxed as she asked that. Her pupils went wide for a split second before her eyes went glassy. Like a realization came over her, something she has been programmed to be oblivious to. "Oh yes, that's it", Mora agreed, "that's where it is". Zara's limp body flopped into the rocking chair. It had been placed there so that anyone sitting in it would be staring directly into the crystal while the chair rocked them into a hypnotic sleep. Mora climbed on top of Zara. Staring deep into the crystal, Zara's voice sounded distant as it spoke. "I have lost my mind too, Mora. We've both lost our minds... to the crystal." The girls kissed in a moment of mutual oblivion, their scantly clad bodies carelessly tossed on top of each other like dolls. "I always lose my mind to the crystal," Mora confidently agreed as she leaned in with her passionate smooches.

An hour later, Linda opened the door to find the girls cuddling in the rocking chair, both completely mindless. Linda smiled and went over to the girls. Hiking her skirt up to reveal her shaved cunt, still ripe at 49, she plucked the crystal off its stand and placed it over her clit. The girls instantly went down to their assigned task without the slightest thought or hesitation.