Ah, that's a point. Solid consent-laws would cover mind control, although you'd need some way to recognize the potential controlee as such, and isolate them from the suspected controller to determine whether any breach of consent had taken place.
*She isn't thrilled that Foggy phrases them as "human" rights, but he's from a young Earth, that as far as she knows hasn't had any significant social contact with non-humans, and so hasn't had to broaden the concept of personhood yet.*
It's been empirically tested. Here.
*Reaching up to brush back her hair with one hand, she somehow retrieves a palm-sized cylinder topped with a golf-ball-sized, silver-studded orb. With a flick of her wrist and a quiet click, the cylinder extends into a baton. She strikes quickly and with full force at his knee, solar plexus, and temple, each contact accompanied by a crackle of electricity and a smell of ozone--this baton tazes when it strikes. She is confident, though, that mind-mannered Foggy won't have tried to assault someone here, and will be perfectly safe.*
It's okay. I got your meaning, which was the important part.
*She isn't thrilled that Foggy phrases them as "human" rights, but he's from a young Earth, that as far as she knows hasn't had any significant social contact with non-humans, and so hasn't had to broaden the concept of personhood yet.*
It's been empirically tested. Here.
*Reaching up to brush back her hair with one hand, she somehow retrieves a palm-sized cylinder topped with a golf-ball-sized, silver-studded orb. With a flick of her wrist and a quiet click, the cylinder extends into a baton. She strikes quickly and with full force at his knee, solar plexus, and temple, each contact accompanied by a crackle of electricity and a smell of ozone--this baton tazes when it strikes. She is confident, though, that mind-mannered Foggy won't have tried to assault someone here, and will be perfectly safe.*