Episode 2

Anatomy of a Girl

(Evil has taken many roots and seen many faces and statures throughout history; there was the French dwarf, the man with the funny moustache, and the short chubby Chinese guy. But no one, past or present, has been as evil as someone who does not even exist, who has never even crawled out of a mother's womb nor opened an eye to the light of day. But such is the evil created by the media. Evil has a name, and they just call her Britney. Her hair shines golden, like the sunshine of a brand new day. Her sweater is a plain but tight black, showing off her large bosom. Her eyes are bluer than the clearest sky, a sky so blue it can only be bad. Her lips are the deepest, most sensual red; when they part her teeth shine blindingly, and her skin is the brightest most shimmering white one has ever seen. No more of her can be seen, since she is simply an image that is embedded deep within the subliminal messages of American television. But she lives inside the minds of almost every American, all colonists of American holdings of Kosovo, Iraq, Afghanistan, Liberia, and the Yucatan Peninsula, and some foreigners who get their hands on the unfettered American broadcasts, causing their minds soon to become American property and their bodies American immigrants. Her bed is a large black box, about 5 feet high with a 24-inch monitor where she can flaunt her face; her home is 11 different substations across the US and one substation inside each colonial holding; her rooms are blast proof vaults, able to withstand even an attack by an airliner. Despite this setup, she is indeed a person, unfettered by her creators and keepers. Her room is painted in royal-looking greens and pinks with gold patterns crisscrossing the walls. The common decorations of a teenage girl's room fill the desks and the places around the computer. It is not just a joke by her handlers, but an important part of her well-being, a backdrop to her speeches, and a wholeness to anyone's vision of her. The government may have created her, given her a home, raised her from a simple program to the controller of 95% of the population, but she is considered as much a part of the government as anyone else. The government looks at her with pride, as their daughter, their baby, their great conqueror. She in turn sees them as her father, her advisor; to them she is as much a part of their day as kissing their wife when they awaken to face the day. Daily, they sit with her and tell her the day's events, and then how she can present them. And then she does, by satellite to ten television channels, 30 radio stations, and 400,000 web sites, through subconscious whispers on millions of phones and millions more cell phones. She always speaks, 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and her words are always underlined with her basic ideals: love of God, total embracing of the Christian faith, love of morality, and love of America. She's always smiling, always happy, always the first with her arm around your shoulder to say, "it's ok…just put your faith in me and you will be ok". Her figure shakes and her beautiful hair goes behind her. She takes a sip of virtual goddess' coffee and looks at her watch. 7AM in the east, then at the same time in the appropriate zones across the nation; like a rooster's crow she blinks her eyelashes and in a soft, bouncy and somewhat titillating voice she wakes up the entire country with her simple words.)

Britney: Good morning, greatness! It's morning again in America!

(With that all of America wakes up in unison. Husbands kiss their wives on the forehead as the women groggily roll upward, and children snap out of their dreams and into a hyperactive pillow fight swinging their Sheep pillows. But before all of this, the first thing that happens is that they turn on their televisions. There are different frequencies for different lifestyles, but all bear the same message, be it through the short-haired old mother on Channel 3, the bronze-skinned beauty queen with the smoothed-out hair and all too black an accent on Channel 4, or the jolly and enthusiastic preacher rolling off the morning's prayers on Channel 1. For most nuclear families of Americans, the day rolls out the same way, rich or poor, black or white. They get up, turn on the TV, kiss their spouse on the forehead, and wake them gently. If they have children the mother walks to their room, always in a sleepy haze, only to be fully awakened by the volume of their children's screaming; the screams, while irritating, soothe the mother, because these children are her greatest accomplishment, and her only true responsibility, as all other responsibility is for the man alone. She settles the children down, takes a quick shower while the children bang on the door impatiently, then she dresses while the father and children are grooming themselves with their G razors and their S shaving cream. The husband wears a coal black Curtis Megan suit, matching white shirt, and blue tie with black Fleming wing tips. The wife wears a long white Kay Deeman skirt with matching blouse and black high heeled 80 East shoes. Younger children dress in soccer-like uniforms from Victory. Older children dress in tight Johan blue jeans and t-shirts with God-fearing sayings on them. The wife fixes breakfast: Kensington Great Flakes, two slices per person of Miracle Bread Toast, American Dairy Produced Milk, and orange juice from Florida. She fixes her husband and herself a cup of Goddess's Coffee, and claps her hands three times while she rewards herself for the great meal she prepared by sneaking a stare at the beefcake actor who always appears on the television for an interview at this time. As the interview ends, the small earthquake of an American family pounding down the stairs in a hurry for school and work wakes her from her moment of pleasure and back to her chore of sitting down the family for breakfast. The father leads the family in a prayer of grace, the amen always preceded by admonishing the younger of the two children not to play with their food. They eat peacefully, listening to the news and chores of the day. The children then scamper off and seek the reward of a goofy cartoon on Channel 2, usually involving the devil always going ker-splat off a cliff after being outsmarted by the pious angel. Older children watch over their younger sibling by grooving out to a God-fearing tune on their portable Granny Smith radio. The husband kisses the rather ignorant children on the cheek- the kisses are always wiped away as fast as he can plant them by the growing children- and then kisses the mother on the lips quickly as he dashes out the door, Ben Franklin briefcase in hand, to his place of employment. The mother sighs longingly before she collects her children to take them to school. As she rushes out the door, she is met by her husband, who always forgets his Martinelli fedora. She smirks and laughs as she places it on his head with one more kiss. The father gets into his 300m, the mother her caravan, and both pull out at the same time, the mother blasting mindless God-fearing drivel from the morning shock jock, the father news of the world as told by mindless God-fearing drivel. He works nonstop, usually glued to the computer that feeds him more information and reinforcement throughout the day. The boys play handheld ACR video games, the girls bop away to music. As the mother pulls up at the grade school, the youngest clings to her, yelling "mommy!" before seeing their best friend and happily skipping off to class. She then takes the oldest to the high school and gives a dirty look at their significant other as the walk into the building arm in arm. School is almost all Internet-based, where their content can be controlled as a tight, religion-based educational package. Evolution has become a foreign concept to this generation; someone quoting Darwin would be met with a shrug. As the mother returns home, she stops at the Supercow grocery store and bumps into her best friend. They engage in a self-rewarding gossip session before she picks up the items for that day's dinner. She then returns home, loads up the fridge, then changes into a Victory sweatsuit to do her day's cleaning: Roosevelt vacuuming on Monday, NISE Chemical Cleaners kitchen on Tuesday, bathrooms on Wednesday, windows on Thursday, dusting on Friday. She then receives a three-tiered reward for her hard work, after a lunch of an O'Reilly burger and Oak Tree Soda. First there's an hour of self-rewarding game shows, where the last question is something everyone knows- but the poor losing contestant. That's followed by a talk show which features the host playing to the heartstrings with some poor unknown person who cannot find their way to the Lord. The final piece is a steamy soap opera, albeit with a deep undertone of morality, that usually lulls the wife into a well-earned sensual nap halfway through. She wakes up again at 2:30 PM, changes back into her black skirt, white blouse and high heeled shoes and goes back into the minivan to pick up the kids. Children under the age of 14 all play soccer. After 14 the boys play football, race cars, lift weights, wrestle or play baseball unless they are black, then basketball may also come into play. Girls participate in soccer, tennis, swimming, gymnastics, or cheerleading. Both girls and boys engage in track and field activities, as it is seen as necessary exercise. Up until 2019, girls' basketball was encouraged; then its link to homosexuality was seen, and now girls are taught to treat a girl playing basketball with the same contempt as a man dancing ballet. All heterosexual women who played basketball gave it up, normally for soccer, even those playing professionally. Those women often would then out their lesbian teammates, setting the stage for easy identification. After sports, the students are taken home to do their homework. They always finish in one hour, before the father comes home at 5:30 PM. By then dinner is ready; the dishes change but there is at least one from the kitchen of Elizabeth Coppell. Then after dinner, prayers, followed by change of clothes and a run around the neighborhood to keep things stimulated. Following the run, they sit down at 8 PM and huddle around the television for prime time. For at least one hour (which varies) all members of the family watch one show together. For most, it is a religious show on Channel 1. For the other two hours, the children go upstairs to their rooms to watch shows at their own pace, normally channels 2 or 8 but often minority youth will watch their race's channel, in a vain attempt to connect with their culture. At 11 PM, the news starts on all channels; after being entertained by empty images and vapid reward, viewers are there for the taking and their minds are filled with religious propaganda, hatred toward enemies and reinforcement of values and love for celebrities, the Army and the president. After the news there is normally one more hour of entertainment to lull the people to sleep. The younger children often just drift off during the news. Older children often watch a mindless comic poking fun at the enemy du jour, or music videos. The parents often watch romantic, yet religious, programming, which is normally when lovemaking occurs. The day ends between 12-1 AM, depending on the subject, to start again at 7 AM tomorrow. We now are taken back to Britney's room. In walks in a smallish-looking man with gray hair swept to the left. He wears a light tan suit, brown slippers, and a maroon tie with a white shirt. It is Kenneth O'Reilly, the psychologist who has worked on this program since the early days of ADAM and now at last has his daughter, even after 11 attempts on her life- ranging from a near-civil war in Times Square, to the inane attempts like blowing up her satellites and running onto the air yelling half-cocked statements. He smiles almost demonically at the supercomputer. It has taken 12 years for her to get this powerful; even four years ago, a good 30% of the population was still indifferent to her and stayed ignorant and independent. Now that percentage is down to a mere 5%, almost all of it being made up of the city of New York, and even then there is migration of New Yorkers who have given in to Britney and moved elsewhere. The map of New York City used to include half of New Jersey, Long Island, and 3 counties upstate: now it is only the city proper, Long Island, and Westchester County, the last of which is more of a barren buffer zone to keep his people from the extreme militants of the Bronx. Worldwide, her reach has been broadened from mere commercial sales to recruiting immigrants to fill their lands. At one time there was only one ELIAN (Educated and Liberated Immigrant Adoption Network) camp; now it is necessary to have 5 of these camps to welcome into American life willing foreigners who have already abandoned their language, culture, and given names. Yet he frowns slightly as he makes his presence known to Britney. Britney bounces up and down inside her television screen when she sees him.)

Britney: HI, DADDY!

O'Reilly: Hello, my daughter.

Britney: What's up? How is it going out there?

O'Reilly: I'm worried about you.

Britney: Am I exciting the people too much? Do I need more prayer? I mean, I know a holocaust is tricky. I was a baby the last time they tried it, but I remember they flew a plane into my house! (pouts) BAD New Yorkers! Have they started to fall for me, or should I make their next shortstop even MORE irresistible?

O'Reilly: New York hasn't been made the least bit passive. I think it's impossible. Maybe if we can round up the gays and kill them, we can lower the percentage to 3%, but those people have figured out that alcohol and mind-altering drugs soften or silence your voice. We tried to round up Dee Clay and kill her on national TV, and a riot resulted. We lost 200 men, and worse, that dyke escaped, most likely to Canada, and there was something much, much more disturbing.

Britney: Should I make sure the souls are prayed for?

O'Reilly: No, keep this behind the walls of the asylum, especially since there is something that really worries me, something that if we do not handle it right, may very be a cancer that will kill you. I am very afraid.

Britney: Dad-dy! You, like, worry about me too much, a lil sneeze in my spyware and you think I may snap them out of their regiments. I've lived through 11 attempts on my life. I've had a war waged in Times Square. I've had operation BECKY (British Evacuation of Controlled and Kidnapped Youth) try to outmuscle me, and it just gave me a little sister to tease. I've had failures, I've been injured, I've been damaged during earthquakes, but I'm still here, and every morning it's still morning again in America!

O'Reilly: Not like this. (sighs) This person is as much in the visions of the people as you are, and now he has taken up arms.

Britney: Todd Carter? That schitzo? God, you are too worried about him, he's so low-level, man! So he switches someone's Cowboys with a pack full of joints once in a while, or passes off vodka as holy water. Puh-lease, one or two people, and it barely takes me a week to re-establish myself. It's cool, he's just a moron. (giggles) I kinda like having a guy pay that kind of attention to me who isn't my daddy.

O'Reilly: He is why we went after Dee Clay. He showed up… the optical distortion kicked in and the agents gave up their command to him.

Britney: I don't get it. What does Dee Clay have to do with Todd Carter? Dee Clay is a lesbian. Todd Carter is a hero. Sure, one who went insane and is recovering in Brooklyn, but a hero, and he'll always be a hero.

O'Reilly: Before you were born, people chose their own icons. Todd's icon was Dee, and we didn't think much of it. She was good-looking, wholesome, and blonde. We're not sure if this was some foreign setup or an accident, but one day he and his sister ended up in a lesbian bar. Dee walked in, lover in tow. He totally snapped when he learned the truth, rejecting his orders. He ran away from base and tried to escape. We found him and while you were being built we held him quietly until we gained full control. But we released him to New York shortly after, thinking that he would quickly revert to his old ways and become a hero once again. We chose New York because we thought he was the most powerful symbol of the day and we knew that area was going to be tough ground. But he got smart, he started using his iconic status as a superpower to steer the minds of the controlled backwards. We thought he would be content with just being a trickster, being funny, and drinking his life away- nothing to worry about, nothing that would hurt you. But now the memories that made him snap are back, and he will stop at nothing to destroy you. Can you see why we are powerless to destroy him?

Britney: Oh, yeah, totally! You don't wanna risk me losing some grip because the ripples would run through the community that we had to kill Todd Carter, I gotcha.

O'Reilly: It's not just that. The optical distortion has it so that Todd is still seen only as that Godlike figure of freedom, with the head of Bin Laden in his left hand and his M-16 in his right, blond hair flowing, smiling proudly and speaking words of faith and encouragement, yet his eyes warning the people that the job is not over and to keep faithful. We have no means to stop him. All our soldiers and agents won't touch him, and well, to put out such an order would be so incoherent…

Britney: STOP IT!!! I get the idea! (sighs) You're right, daddy, he is scary. I'm glad Ashlee is here so he can't just say his piece on the air. Well, the 500 aren't distorted. You aren't distorted, daddy! You gotta capture him before he does any more harm to me. Protect me, daddy!

O'Reilly: I will, Brit, I will! I've called an emergency 500 meeting. I will go to them and explain. Meanwhile, turn up the anti-gay rhetoric to a fever pitch and get the Yankees on a big tear.

Britney: Daddy, you're silly! It's January!

O'Reilly: Get George to load 'em up on talent, get New York distracted for opening day, then we will try to invade and round up the queers once again.

Britney: Isn't there that stubborn singer in San Francisco we can kill tonight?

O'Reilly: No, keep it to the east. I'm thinking we can get Carter if we carefully plan around his home, turn the tables on him, and outnumber him. Then one of the 500 can pick him up.

Britney: But daaaaddddy! I wanna kill a dyke!!!

O'Reilly: I want you to first get the people in war mode, not just social cleansing mode. That will make things go faster and stronger. Then you can kill lots of dykes and fags at once, won't that be fun?

Britney: I gotcha. Thanks, daddy! (blows a virtual kiss)

(We now see O'Reilly at the podium of what was the Capitol Building, now called 500 Plaza. It is the new Congress made up of the CEOs of the 500 largest companies in the country: 500 items, 500 companies, one brand per product. O'Reilly even has a stake, inheriting the fast food chain that bears his name. He is speaker of this house. President Richardson, little more than a figurehead, sits to his left. Bob Dorman, the Vice President and co-creator of Britney, sits to his right. He gives his speech slowly, pausing often, and readying for a debate.)

O'Reilly: Gentlemen, Mr. President, my fellow Americans... (this line is met with laughter, because these meetings are always done in complete and utter secrecy, not even known to the subjects who work for them, yet O'Reilly always starts every speech with this line.) We have made great and unfettered progress. Now the country is ours with the exception of one small tract of land, the majority of which we now know is unconvertible and is primed for destruction. Our country is at its strongest, and 65% of American people at last count have reached the O level on the PARDON scale! Another 30% are at the D level and pubic regression only brings adolescents back to the R level now, rather than the early stages that would have to be retrained as they reach adulthood. This means that in time, the need for constant retraining of children as they move through their natural rebellion of adolescence will soon be gone! (Massive applause, for the PARDON scale is their measure of their level of control of the people. We then see a diagram of the PARDON scale appear behind O'Reilly, much like the old terror alert scales of the early 2000s:

O'Reilly: We have successfully removed from the minds of the people tools that can, if left unchecked, lead to regression and extinction of their training. Alcohol is all but nonexistent outside of New York. Drugs simply do not exist outside of the asylum state, and the need for mood-altering medicines has been eliminated.

Worldwide, 78% of the gross world product is in goods produced by American companies. ELIAN, once simply a side project for foreigners who somehow reach the D or O levels, is now a thriving program with a record 1 million new citizens going through five adoption camps. Also, the introduction of these people into the community has gotten to the point that if somehow a permanent regression, disability or death occurs, the ones left behind will quickly adopt an immigrant and treat him or her as if the regression or death of the natural family member never occurred.

Thanks to a strengthening system of mass media, the blind and deaf at the Betty Ford Clinic have been able to overcome their immunities and become full-fledged and successful members of the community. College education is sought for every person who receives a high school diploma. Crime and rebellion are almost extinct. Gentlemen, we are at the point now where 75% of the population is so obedient, they obey traffic laws! (laughter followed by a massive round of applause)

It has been 12 long years, but we have helped the nation finally come to its senses. It has come to the point where the original goals of the eradication of homosexuality and expansion of America to include the entire American supercontinent can commence. (applause)

However, with any good thing, there are large problems looming, and this is why I called this joint session today. Britney is a great woman, a liberator of the people, a source for guidance, and a source of entertainment. However, her life may be in great danger thanks to a little-known cancer that has manifested himself in a way more powerful than ever. Last night was supposed to begin the invasion of New York and the start of the gay penance. It was supposed to start with the execution of a lesbian leader. It ended with a massive uprising, the death of 200 fine federal agents, and the escape of the condemned woman to freedom in Canada. The danger sign is not that the insane of New York rose up in our first test to see if they have begun to surrender to the open arms of Britney. That could be expected. But a dangerous and unstoppable force has risen. His name is Todd Carter! (Gasps rise up from the floor)

Todd Carter has found his way, and now knows fully his power. We cannot use our troops to stop him because they are trained to always bow to his command. We must, as the 500, find him, capture him alive, and find a way to bend him back to our side. He is such an icon, to kill him would be un-spinable even for a woman as powerful as Britney. We believe him to be in Canada with the young lesbian couple he liberated. He will strike again, and we must plan now how to stop him.

500 member: Oh, c'mon. You're so worried about your one failure you can't let go of him…just kill the bastard! (mutters of agreement)

O'Reilly: 65% of the population, every soldier, every agent is in the O stage! If we kill them, we blind them to one of their key visions. It would be akin to bombing every Britney computer at once. I have researched this. We must not kill him! Fortunately, he does not know about the optical distortion, or he most likely would have killed himself publicly and melted Ashlee.

(The Congress understands and they quietly go back into planning how to deal with the Blue Jay, while awaiting his next move. We now are taken to SkyDome in Toronto, Canada. The CN tower rises out of the ground and into the sky. Its purpose now is to aim its needle and suck out the poison from Britney that floats around the airwaves. There are smaller interceptor dishes across all of Canada, protecting the borders. The stadium is empty in the cold and frozen January of the great white north, the roof closed, the field dark. Inside the skybox ring is actually a large control center. The baseball field is Britney's one hold in Canada, ironically kept in the league to try to get Todd Carter to live in exile by making him owner. He declined but the Americans think he owns the team to get their brothers to the north to unite with their God-given land. It instead became a forum for Canada to mock America and in turn a place for America to dump its best gay athletes, removing them from society without causing inexplicable disappearances. The control center shows agents watching television, neutered of its subliminal messages by the CN tower but able to be monitored to see the government's new plan of attack. We see a young French-Canadian, shoulder-length hair slicked back, wearing a maroon blazer and tan pants. He is the great Phillipe Bouchard, the leader of the Canadian resistance. He is joined by Todd, Terrell, Dee and Helen. Todd looks serious, eyeing their tactics like a commanding officer reviewing his troops. Terrell is sampling some fine Canadian whiskey. Dee and Helen are asking if they still have the honeymoon suite, walking arm in arm. Bouchard shows off their new office, and new home, Skybox 25. Skybox 25 is the main nerve center of the resistance, numbered after Carlos Delgado, the first to stand up strongly against the post 9/11 American conversion when he refused to stand for God Bless America. Bouchard speaks to the four.)

Bouchard: Bienvenue a Canada. We have been watching you. We know you are the perfect weapon against the enemy. You know her almost too well, but only someone who has seen to her core can truly lead our forces. I and my people put our faith in you to destroy the devil in tight pants.

Terrell: That's what you call that bitch? Man, that's a new one, I gotta remember that!

Helen: Hey! I hope you're talking about Britney, or I'll have to kick your asses for dissing my girl!

(Dee blushes.)

Todd: This will do. I need 3 hackers and programmers to get inside the bitch. I need to know every thought, from the home she decides to reside in to which virtual bra she straps on, every move, every idea. I need someone to spy on the 500. I'll also need a media monitor for all channels, but mainly Channel 1, full-time, to give me intelligence. Dee, you and Helen will be my supply line and meet me at the border with my supplies for each mission. Bouchard, you will map out my missions and give me my orders. Terrell, you're with me, you know about drugs to deprogram some of these idiots and you are my closest associate, you will be my assistant throughout the battles.

Bouchard: Very well, I have just the foursome for you.

Helen: Mmmm, sounds exotic!

Dee: Helen! (giggles, kisses Helen)

Bouchard: First our media monitor, someone who can hear the seductive whispers of Britney, every word she says, and can smell her down to her perfume, but is on our side and free of becoming her slave thanks to his condition that makes it too slippery for Britney to sink her claws into his brain. I introduce Frank.

(Out walks a man in his 60s, his hair very long. He has an unkempt moustache and glassy eyes- not from Britney's control, but from the altering of his own mind. He introduces himself.)

Frank: Heyyy, duuudee, it's an honor, man!

Todd: An acidhead, perfect! Someone who can do everything with an unfettered television, can link into Britney's subliminal controls but his trips and flashbacks break any chains put on him during the day. Just keep him alive, will you, Bouchard? A weapon like this doesn't come along often.

Bouchard: Now our three hackers. First from the People's Republic of China, a man who with his father has studied Britney: her methods, her ways, her quirks, her strengths, her weaknesses. We call him Britney's stalker, he is so obsessed with her. Yet he's free. His desire to know more about her is topped only by his hate for her. He calls himself Whitey.

(A tall black-haired man walks in wearing a black and red qui-pau and matching pants. He has a diary known as "Britney's diary" and a bottle of Chinese beer that keeps him safe while he explores the depths of Britney. He responds in Chinese, but Terrell and Todd see him quickly as a rebel from New York.)

Terrell: Dude, how did a nice guy like you end up escaping to a place just as fucked up as China?

Whitey: Easy, opportunity. My stepmom was from Beijing, so that's where we ran. We fight dating way back- my grandma was a Pearl Harbor Granny!

Todd: I thought they became suicide bombers because they were left to starve when the last of Social Security was used to pay for Iraq back in early 2008. But welcome. I think I've heard of some of your work.

Whitey: My dad and I paired up to see how exactly she worked: the different memories she planted, the hooks she used, the rewards she gave, how she handled different ages. My dad was the psychiatrist, I was the ad exec, so we knew their plan and their approach. When my dad passed away, I came here to finish his work. I have 12 years' worth of notes- we helped design the interceptors that Canada put into use 10 years ago. And my grandma knew what was happening. She could sense it, even cave in to it a little. That's when she decided no more, and one day she blew up her car in front of a supermarket and killed 100 people. I was forced to flee. I left a woman behind. I guess she's a blonde airhead now, but she was from New York so maybe she kept her mind. (laughs) Yeah, for some reason I don't think Britney would waste too much time on a straight woman who was a huge fan of women's basketball and liked to write smut about the players.

Terrell: Porn? Straight? New York? Dude, I knew that girl, Slash Stewart! Would pick pockets of the idiots around the Times Square ruins and put in written rumors about their favorite actors and actresses being gay. Man, she died just last year, agents raided the lodge of her "terrorist faction". She held up the agents in a shootout while her friends escaped, from what I remember.

Whitey: Her last name was Stewart! It's okay, my man, I'm glad she at least fought and fought hard. Putting a rumor in the heads of the controlled is a very effective trick, almost as good as slipping them a shot or a joint. We'll talk later, shall we?

Bouchard: Next, from right here in Canada, a young Mountie, and a great arms expert who works to find the best ways to destroy Britney by force.

Todd: A Mountie? That'll do, everyone needs a goon. Welcome, my friend.

(The Mountie just salutes in his red uniform and dark shades.)

Todd: A soldier to the end, I like that.

Bouchard: And lastly, our best computer hacker, from Israel…

(In walks a brown-haired, brown-eyed woman in a tan turtleneck sweater and a knee-length matching suede skirt with black high heels. Todd looks at her and grows furious. He pulls Terrell aside and draws his gun. Screaming, he aims at her head.)

Todd: I knew this was a setup!!! What the hell is fucking Natalie doing here? My God, you're nothing more than Britney in tan skin and brown hair! I don't know how you can function without a computer constantly dripping food into what is left of the six-inch round hole known as your brain. But I'll be damned if I pass this up!

Woman: NO!!! I'm EVA! I'm not my sister! PLEASE, I tried to save her! I tried so hard! Believe me, I want her back as much as you want Britney gone!

(Todd relents at her tears but still points the gun at her. He has gone into a trance, barely hearing any of her cries- a holdover from his military programming. He cocks the gun and takes closer aim.)

Bouchard: EVA! Your necklace, show him your necklace!

Eva: Okay, sir. Todd, please listen to me, would a God-programmed freak wear this as her lucky number?

(Eva rips off her necklace and holds it out at arm's length. It is a gold chain with the number of the damned, 666, as the three charms. One 6 has a Star of David around it, another a heart, and the third a maple leaf. Todd sees it and drops his arm. Walking to the window, he opens it and unloads his gun harmlessly into the empty stadium below. Bouchard goes over to him while Terrell walks over to Eva to try to comfort her.)

Bouchard: Natalie's real name was Esther, and she is Eva's twin. She was working on hacking Britney, trying to find out the government's plans, When Britney was born, she and her unit stumbled on the core of her brainwashing system. They were helpless. 10 people in her unit, and in only 6 weeks they went from proud Israelis to mindless entertainers.

Todd: The Ten Commanding Comics. They were all from the same place? Oh, my God.

Bouchard: Britney's power at her core almost instantly lowered them into dissociation. Eva was in a different unit. On a weekend off, she saw a woman who looked like her sister and talked like her sister even if she could no longer understand a single word of Hebrew. But she was different, she was blonde, and would not look up from her laptop for a second. You know, the first ELIAN project was a setup to claim these soldiers. Natalie showed one of the first Channel 1 tapes to Eva, and that's what saved her. She saw her sister, motionless, glaring back and forth between the television and her computer. While some of the early signals were entering Eva's mind while staring into the heart of the darkness that was turning her sister into a vapid robot whose mind was directly linked to Britney's mainframe, Esther was becoming software, and Eva could see this even as the chains of Britney were tightening around her. She broke the computer over her bedpost, causing a small explosion, in a desperate attempt to awaken the woman she's known since she was sitting with her in their mother's womb. She gave herself a concussion. When Eva woke up, Esther and her entire unit were gone, sold to the US by her government for information on how to create a version of this program for their own country. Britney was adapted for the Jewish faith with the idea to lure Israel over time into an American colony- not what Israel planned, though. For six years she had been in and out of the early stages of Britney's control. Some days she surrendered, watching Channel 1 feeds with her mouth watering and her eyes half-closed, dreaming of her and her sister rubbing down the reward icon of a foreign sports star. Some days she shot television sets. And then on the sixth anniversary of losing her sister, while her sister's talk show was playing, she and a gang of rebels ran in and overthrew the Israeli government, destroyed the barely protected Britney clone, and restored the Jewish state. This was never reported in America. Eva is as much a hero to preserving true faith as the Virgin Mary.

Todd: I understand now. She must be heartbroken.

Bouchard: She is. I sometimes worry about her. Some days she is very weak, almost like she would rather be closer to her sister than be free. Other days she is the iron-hard rebel who overthrew the Israeli government. I think that keeps her free, her realizing what Britney can do. She cannot become passive, she cannot just relax and let Britney take over. And thank God for that, she is a great programmer.

(Todd walks over to Eva and speaks to her softly.)

Todd: Shalom, Eva.

Eva: How did you know that word? I thought you were devoid of language.

Todd: I was. I learned. I always learn.

Eva: You don't have to apologize. I learned all the mannerisms of my sister, her boots, her skirts, her jaunty little hats, her northern accent. I guess it makes me feel better, like as dumb as she is now, it makes me feel like…

Todd: She's with you, telling you to fight. I understand. You are a good soldier and a better woman. Esther, if she lived, would be proud.

Eva: She may have her mind warped into a mindless piece of software, but she still breathes, eats and sleeps. She lives. Even in this state, she lives. That's why the 666: the first for the Six Days' War, the second for the six weeks it took to destroy my Esther, and the third for the 6 years it took me to overthrow the traitors known as my government.

Todd: 666... I guess it's the devil you know going after the devil you don't know. Welcome, we will not fail, and we will win and kill that bitch for you, Eva.

Bouchard: We have been waiting for 10 years for someone who can be effective in destroying Britney, Todd. Lead us to victory. VIVE LA CANADA!