TRANSFIXED!
Episode One Titled, "Trojan Assault!"
Copyrighted and Published 6th March, 2026.
Just thirty or forty years ago, it would be hard to imagine a world where almost everyone has their head firmly fixed to their personal T.V.set.
I remember in my middle-school years around 40 years ago, reading of a futurist writer who predicted that in the future he could envision men and women walking down the street with T.V.-sets strapped to their heads - although hard to imagine at the time - yet, when we step out our houses, today, we see all around us, apart from the straps but that will probably be the next feature that comes along as people get fed-up with constantly holding their phones up to their faces.
For adults, it’s their choice what they do with their body and mind. What worries me the most is the children who have their growing heads and growing brains in their phones, when those phones are disturbing their growth. It’s time we moderated their use, otherwise overconsumption breeds isolation and a whole host of undesirables invading them in body, soul, and mind, not to mention spirit.
Alas, now, the Menacing Reaper is reaping a generation-sized epidemic - not to mention pandemic - of the development disease known as A.D.H.D. Those abbreviations A.D.H.D. for Attention Deficiency Hyperactivity Disorder have become increasingly common among our conversations as A.D.H.D. hospitals spring up on many street corners, spawning a new epidemic that has now become a pandemic among our young who became so transfixed by their de-smart-phones offering instant dopamine-gratification.
Is it any wonder that it has come to this when you step out of your home and almost everyone’s face is transfixed onto their mini-T.V. screen?
And so, it’s not surprising that an entire generation of children have become enslaved to their mini-T.V. sets when it offers an instant dopamine-fix, an instant-gratification for their hungry-hormones in search of excitement.
Here follows a story to highlight that:
Title: TRANSFIXED! Part of the Trojan Series.
The story of Troy and his Trojan Horse:
Troy attended his middle school in the town of Dominion. His middle-school is part of a high-tech-highschool in the States where Troy would attend both his Middle-school and High-school years. As for now, he is already sixteen. It’s Thursday and Troy’s last period of classes - Computer Science - the day that Troy enjoyed his classes most because he had a double-period of Computer Science, when during the second-class, Troy and his classmates had free-time to do whatever they wanted on their individual computers.
So returning home, around 4.00 a'clock, Troy was in a good mood. Now Troy disembarked his same yellow-school-bus and walked down to his house which is located in a suburb of Dominion, a middle to upper class area of prime houses that even had jacuzzis inside their second-bathroom.
As Troy keyed-in the family’s home’s door-entry, he felt the adrenalin inside him as he anticipated his chilling-out time upstairs in his bedroom, where he finally had time to look at his phone to his heart’s content.
Soon, he was basking in his newly found freedom. After putting up his feet on his double-bed, Troy reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his smartphone. As he opened it, he immediately went to his favourite apps.
After spending a full one hour on his De-smart-phone, suddenly a spirit-presence entered through Troy’s bedroom door - it went right through Troy’s door so it must of been a spirit-presence; Troy noticed a feeling of a coldness go up his spine like a cold wind had entered his bedroom under his door; but, in fact, what had entered was a menacing-lying-spirit.
From Troy’s door, that spirit flew high, almost touching Troy’s bedroom ceiling light; it then stopped as it hovered slightly up and down, as though looking and contemplating Troy, who was now sitting directly below.
Suddenly, that hovering spirit transformed itself into a tall, thin man who had a smile as large as a Cheshire-Cat, he shouted, “HELLO, DEAR BOY, WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?”
Troy was completely shocked as he jumped up from his bed's horizontal position, pulling his legs up to his chest. Seeing the tall, menacing-looking figure through his legs, Troy placed his hands up to his face, “WHO ARE YOU? GET AWAY FROM ME!”
The tall-man replied, “YOU DON’T KNOW ME, BUT I KNOW YOU! YOU ARE DEAR TROY, AND I AM THE MAGIC-MAN, COME TO DO YOU GOOD AND FILL YOUR DAY WITH MANY GOODIES OF DELIGHT AND DOPHAPHINE-INJECTING TREATS!”
The man was carrying a large bag of small bottles which looked, to Troy, like little medicine-bottles.
He then held his two arms out as though he was placing Troy under some trance or hypnosis. His bag of bottles just floated down magically to Troy’s bedroom floor.
“HERE…!” He pulled his bag up and opened it to show Troy. “..I HAVE BROUGHT MY BAG OF DELIGHTS!” He shouted. “JUST SUMMON ME, MY DEAR TROY, BY YOUR LOVELY, DELIGHTFUL, VERY SMART-PHONE!”
Troy still placed his hands in defense, “WHO ARE YOU? LEAVE ME ALONE!”
“OH, I AM THE-MAGIC MAN! I AM HERE TO DO YOU GOOD, MY BOY!”
“GET AWAY FROM ME! I DON’T KNOW YOU!” shouted Troy back, raising his voice and emotion.
“PLEASE LET ME SIT DOWN NEXT TO YOU AND EXPLAIN - I AM A DELIVERY-MAN AND I HAVE A SPECIAL GIFT FOR YOU!” Said the strange-stranger.
The Magic-Man or “Strange-Magic-Man”, as I call him, approached Troy closer and sat down next to him. He opened his bag, then he used his voice to be more gentle and “appealing,”
“Don’t worry, Troy. I'm not here to do you harm! LOOK! Here in my bag of goodies, I have something you really like!”
Reaching into his bag, the Strange-Magic-Man showed Troy what was, indeed, Troy’s favourite chocolate bar.
Troy's eyes widened as he caught sight of that shiny bar. Suddenly, in his memory, all the wonderful tastes and happy memories of savouring such a smooth and milky-cream-bar came flooding back.
“YES! MY BOY! You can have it free just by clicking on one Q-Code-free-coupon - just open your De-smart-phone, I mean, “Smartphone,” and click on an app I will show you!” Said the Strange-Magic-Man.
The Strange-Magic-Man pulled out something from his bag, “LOOK! I HAVE PREPARED A SPECIAL GIFT FOR YOU - YOU CAN TRUST ME, TROY. HERE! LOOK, I KNOW YOUR FAVOURITE CHOCOLATE BAR IS ‘A FULL-CREAMY-MILK CHOCOLATE-BAR’!”
The Magic-Man waved the chocolate bar in front of Troy’s face. Troy licked his lips.
“YES! SO DELIGHTFUL AND DELICIOUSLY DILETABLE, TROY, MY DEAR BOY! WOULDN’T YOU AGREE?” Said the Strange- Stranger.
As Troy tried to receive the chocolate bar, it vanished into thin air.
“Ahh, Troy, as I said, ‘You can have it, FREE, just by clicking on one Q-Code FREE COUPON’ - just open your De-smart-phone, I mean, “Smartphone” and click on an app I will show you!”
Troy wanted to get rid of this annoying intruder so he opened his phone and went to the app-store.
“Troy, just write the words, ‘Free Full-Creamy-Milk-Chocolate-Bar’.” Said the Magic-Man. However, Troy had already clicked on the Q-code. Troy then felt a strange, hypnotic, power go over him - but actually, it was another spirit which the Strange-Magic-Man had sent to attack Troy’s mind, to disrupt, to confuse, and finally neutralise Troy’s sense of concentration.
“My dear, lovely, Boy-Troy, I have also come to offer you eternal stimulation and unlimited fun at your fingerprints - COME NOW, LET’S ENTER ETERNAL, DOPAMINE SATISFACTION - JUST FOLLOW ME!”
The Strange-Magical-Man was doing nothing less than placing Troy under his complete, hypnotic-spell using Troy’s love of his phone.
“Troy, just enter into the mode of TRANSFIXED on your De-Smart phone, I mean ‘Smartphone’!..” The strange man said, as his small eyes lit up with pure pleasure, witnessing Troy be eaten, as it were, “hook, line, and sinker”. “..YES, THAT’S RIGHT! TROY, THE MAGIC-MAN HAS ALL THE DOPHAMINE-INDUCING EXPERIENCES YOU WANT!”
Troy was becoming more and more disarmed as he was mesmerised and now entered THE TRANSFIXED-MODE by his de-smartphone, as the Magic-Man recognised this was the time to send down to Troy’s mind his wicked spirit of “Stupour” followed by another spirit of “Agitate” and his twin-spirit, “Restless”, then another set of twin-spirits, “Edginess” and “Jitters” just to make his stupour more disarming, until Troy’s eyes finally glazed over and the Magic-Man had him fully under his spell.
“THAT’S RIGHT, MY BOY!.. Said the Magic-Man, enticingly, “..YOU’RE DOING WONDEEEEERFUUUUULLLLY! AND I HAVE MANY MORE MAGIC-FOR-FUN POTIONS THAT YOU CAN ACCESS THROUGH YOU APP-SHOP! WHATEVER FUN YOUR WANT, I HAVE IT ALL, HERE, IN MY MAGIC POTION BAG OF FUN, FUN, FUN, FUN! WHATEVER YOU WANT - FUN, FUN, FUN, AT YOUR FINGER-TIPS..!” He was how strangely singing his spell.
“JUST INVITE ME IN WHEN YOU ARE TRANSFIXED ON YOUR PHONE! LOOK AT ALL MY POTIONS - JUST ENTER INTO THE MODE OF BEING TRANSFIXED AS YOU PRESS YOUR DELIGHTFUL APPS, SO THAT I CAN GIVE YOU ANOTHER BOOST OF ADRENALINE FOR YOUR DOPAMINE-CRAVING-APPETITE.” The Strange-Magical-Man said, “I'm the Magic-Man and I have many delights at my fingertips, and your fingertips, if you let me in...”
“..Yes, that’s right. LOOK!” He said.
As Troy was becoming more and more transfixed by his phone, the Magic-Man was above him, rubbing his hands with glee. Just like a coiling Boa Restrictor who had slowly wrapped his body around Troy’s neck, the Strange-Magic-Man had placed Troy under his spell. Now, he waved his hands and shouted with that same Cheshire-Cat smile, “GOTTCHA!”.
“Yes, that’s right..!” Said the Magic-Potion-Man. “..Yes, see that app there! In the app-store, yes, try that app, there! It’s new and exciting - you can let it take a picture of you - and you can choose any place you would like to visit, and it will take you there in a FLASH - EXCITING, EHH - A REAL DOPAMINE BOOST FOR YOU?!”
Troy looked down at his app, then decided to give it a go. As Troy pressed the app from the App-store and downloaded it, the Magic-man was now floating back up near Troy’s ceiling light, clapping and smiling, and dancing with pure, gleeful delight.
Suddenly he started singing, “THE MAGIC MAN PROMISES YOU UNLIMITED DOPAMINE - UNLIMITED, UNADULTERATED, UNFATHOMABLE, UNRELENTING, PURE DOPAMINE - ALL FOR YOU, MY DEAR, DELIGHTINGFUL TROY! JUST LISTEN TO ME!”
He was in total glee because he had Troy where he wanted him, TRANSFIXED BY HIS DE-SMART PHONE, downloading more toxicating data and enticing, menacing-spirits into his mind and soul.
Such was Troy’s de-smart phone’s hypnotic-power, it had interfered gravely with his relationships with his mother and father, preventing genuine human connection.
Troy used to interact with his mother and father, and his siblings, and enjoyed their company -having conversations with them. I’m not talking about how he became isolated during his teenage years, i.e. the usual tensions coinciding with one's adolescent years, when all boy’s and girl’s body-hormines take-over. I am saying that Troy ’s isolation occurred much earlier; actually from when he was Grade Three of elementary school, when his parents first agreed to give him his very own de-smart phone. Troy’s isolation began from that time - once he had his phone and he realised that he no longer had to daily compete for viewing time on the family’s lounge giant screen, because now he had his own mini-screen that gave him the same exciting feeling; he would lock himself away in his bedroom and be transfixed on his de-smart-phone.
As for Troy’s parents, his mother is Korean while his father is Norwegian.
Troy’s mind, spirit and soul were now under complete attack. But it didn’t always be like this. There was a time when Troy was free from such assaults of the mind, soul and spirit.
If you are enjoying this version of “Troy against Trojan, epic”, you can find Chapter 2 called, “BEHOLD HIS MAJESTY!” at the following Link: