"The Voice"
Everyone who has read Frank Herbert's DUNE was probably appalled at the movie and TV adaptations, because using The Voice was merely adapting your "voice tone" to press the psychological buttons of the person you were talking to. There was nothing "magical" about it, aside from the person using it being a master psychologist.
The same effect can be achieved quite accidentally and subliminally by someone who is used to making immediate decisions about someone's current psychological condition and adapting their behavior to match said current psychological make-up. Someone like a Bartender or Waiter, whose very income depends on making such snap judgements.
I have various instances where I have sub-consciously used The Voice, but there are 2 such instances that immediately spring to mind:
1. I was doing my usual job as a bartender, when suddenly across from the bar 2 men decided to fight. I immediately ran between the 2 and interjected my self, yelling "Stop it, NOW!" and inadvertently using The Voice. This was incredibly stupid on my part, because both men were larger than me, and either of them could have stomped the shit out of me. But miraculously they both backed off, holding their hands up in the air in the universal "surrender" sign, and after a few more drinks they actually became best friends.
Thank God neither of them had a gun.
2. This was the incident that proved to me that I was an Idiot. We had a fun bar, and there was a team of Canadian hockey players that decided to try us. One of the players was underage, and we refused to serve him. The owner that was on duty was a short guy and a scrapper. He never backed down from anyone, and he actually welcomed fights because he always won, being the little scrapper that he was!
Well, when this Owner/Manager confronted the main spokesman of the Canadian hockey Team presenting his usual "baddass" position, and then in the next instant we see our Fearless Leader with his head rolling from side to side as he is going down...
IT WAS ON!
Personally, I see a skinny bartender waving his arms and yelling from behind the bar "Stop it!" and then I see one of these payers grab him by the shirt with one hand, lift him up and over the bar, and slam him into the floor. With one hand. (Damn!)
And who was the idiot that decided to jump on this monsters back? That would be me. I was the idiot. I just reacted, I didn't think about how stupid it was. As I wrapped my arms around the shoulders of this Canadian monster, I swear that I don't feel muscle but solid steel. But regardless of the monster that I feel that could just shrug me off with ease, I yell into his ear using The Voice -
"Let him go - NOW!"
I don't really know what happened after that, except that "my guy" immediately let go. Weird, but as soon as I yelled in his ear it was as if a switch went off.
And, we did it with NO guns. In fact, thinking back on these cases, I would have been DEAD if they had guns.
It's not really hard to figure out.
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