Post 250: First Study Clinics, p4

Asset Debriefing (Excerpt): Agent 0FHMA015 | Subj F000027a-SB aka Silvia Braccio

re: Product Study #F8-039-AR aka Alicia Ray

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“This is your first treatment, right?” I asked her, one of our first patients for the ‘clinical study’ this afternoon. I knew immediately why the company was interested in her: she was a news reporter for one of the local stations, and she was gorgeous. We were alone in the room, and I’d been collecting baseline data before either he or Nurse Morgan came in to finish the exam and she got her shot. She knew I was in on it; these patients, each and every one of them somehow important women to the movement, had all been vetted and prepared by Gianna. But it was still best if I acted dumb, I was told, and maybe a little starstruck. “Aren’t you Alicia Ray, from Channel Five? I love watching you in the mornings! How do you get so pretty so early?” I’d begun preparing the syringe.

“Aww you’re so sweet!” she replied, tossing her long dark hair. She was seated up on an exam table in a smart skirt and matching blouse; she’d probably wore it on air earlier. “I’m usually up and in the makeup chair by 4am. Lots of, like…what do they say? Smoky…?”

“Smoke and mirrors?

“Yeah that..!”

“Oh, c’mon! You’re gorgeous!” I laughed, trying to make her feel as comfortable as possible. The dossier on her had a pretty extensive psychological profile, and I knew playing to her vanity was the way to go. “You were Miss Connecticut, right? Before you started doing the traffic reports for WRRM, right?”

“Yes, haha, yes…” she replied, putting on a nice show of false modesty, “you’re so sweet, knowing that…”

Haha that almost made me snort. This girl drops that little tidbit of info - her success in the pageants -  like every other day during her reports. Her dossier had also clued me in that she - having already angled her way from the traffic report to the news desk on occasion - had her sights set on the morning anchor job. And the movement had its eyes on other reporters there, too - Aly Singleton, a young blond hottie and Julie Winters, the veteran - but apparently they thought this girl, Alicia, was ripe for the Queen Bee position (funny how that term’s caught on).

As I took her blood pressure, I kept at her with the compliments. “I love when they let you do the roving reports, or interviews there in the studio,” I praised, as I squeezed the inflation bulb and pumped the cuff over her shapely but probably-about-to-become-even-more-perfect arm, “they should let you sit at the big desk more often. You have a lot of fans!”

“Oh, haha, well thank you!” she laughed - and I listened to her pulse quicken, “I’d love that, of course..!”

“Well, after a few of these treatments,” I hinted, giving her a nicely conspiratorial smile, “they won’t be able to resist…”

“You really think?” she answered, voice dropping with a covert excitement.

“Oh for sure,” I replied, done with the blood-pressure cuff, peeling it off her, “and, after a bit, as you evolve, it’ll happen for you. You’ll be the new star, the local news queen. And then..?”

“And thennnnn..?”

“Do you want to do bigger things?” I asked, turning from her to prepare the next set of instruments, letting that question - the portent - just hang in the air between us

“Haha…who knows?” she laughed, the lilt in her voice making it perfectly clear that we both knew exactly what we were talking about, the possibilities that - with the help of this Product - she might have a future with the major networks, national news, especially once the sea-changes that were sure to start happening in the corporate media world came about. I’m guessing it’s all been broached with her before, the plans for her inside the media conglomerates that were becoming aligned with the movement. It had all been made clear to her; she was one of the chosen ones.

I felt her eyes on me from behind, roaming up my figure, assessing me. “You’re on Program aren’t you?” she asked, after a bit, her voice now having dropped to a near-whisper and giving away that yes indeed she was privy to more intel than she was letting on. Her question made me stop, for a second, in my tracks, but then I smiled.

“Yes, I had just started,” I answered, feeling all of a sudden the extra, delicious weight and strength of the new inches, the pounds, “but now I’m in the Hive here…”

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