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Jennifer sat with wires attached to her face, chest, and fingers. She was in a government laboratory with researchers analyzing her every function.
“Tell me about your darkest fears,” Dr. Ledgard said.
She gathered her thoughts. “Seclusion. Victorian style homes. Empty rooms. Empty spaces.”
The researchers monitored the computers that instantaneously provided analysis from the wires hooked to Jennifer’s body. They quizzed her about the sources of these anxieties and she gave a quick rundown of all the things that happened in her youth.
“Is that what inspired you to become a writer?” Dr. Ledgard asked. “A way of confronting these fears, perhaps?”
Jennifer nodded. “It’s a great way to make a living. And I get a real rush from facing these inner-struggles.”
“There’s also something else,” the doctor said, trying to be as professional as possible for this last point. “This hadn’t been asked in any of your pre-screening interviews, because it didn’t seem relevant at the time, but last night someone on the team discovered a potential flaw in the system.”
“Sure, ask me anything.”
Dr. Ledgard gave a hard stare. “Don’t feel embarrassed answering this question, but do you have any strong fetishes or deviances which could possibly compromise this experiment? Any impulses or compulsions?”
“I can assure you, I’m as plain as vanilla,” Jennifer said bashfully.
And she was being truthful, too. Outwardly, she was a straight-laced, mostly conservative woman who was known for having impeccable manners.
There was, however, one secret fantasy she had. Something dark and taboo. Something she’d never, ever tell anyone for as long as she lived. Something that would ruin her if people knew what she liked to fantasize about.
Surely, her fascination with hardcore mother/son erotica wouldn’t be an issue here. How could it? It was no one’s business but her own, so she decided to keep that to herself.
And even though her son had agreed to help with this experiment, why would that be relevant? She had never fantasized about him before, no matter how desirable she thought he was. She was a good girl when it came to separating her fantasies and her real life relationship with her son.
“My apologies for that question,” Dr. Ledgard said. “We can never be too careful. Part of scientific research is to anticipate all scenarios so we can avoid disasters.”
She smiled, “No offense taken. I trust that I’m in good hands.”
“Then we’ll begin.”
They prepared a small machine that looked like a rectangular box. They brought it close to her, pointing a device towards her head, then they stepped back to get behind their monitors and computers.
She stared straight into the machine, wide-eyed and enthralled by this. Secretly, her mind reeled from all the sci-fi movies she watched growing up. She even thought about how this experience could be used for future novels.
“Sit still,” the doctor said. “Don’t move a muscle.”
As soon as Dr. Ledgard gave the signal, the machine was activated and it made a low, humming sound. Jennifer sat still as the device sent frequency waves towards her head.
Dr. Ledgard talked in a soothing motion. “Think of your deepest fears.”
Her mind drifted and she focused on the causes of her anxiety while the waves were aimed towards her.
Roughly a minute passed before the doctor gave the order to turn it off. The rest of the team had their eyes locked onto the different monitors to examine whatever neurological changes were happening in Jennifer.
The wires were removed from Jennifer’s body and she beamed when the doctor gave her a handshake. They both knew that this would be groundbreaking. But they just didn’t realize how.