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disgust.
"Americans," she agreed.
"What about your twin sister?"
"I found her too. She was raised by a nice, loving family in Washington, D.C. For some reason I can’t see her thoughts, but I can always determine where she is and I can watch her. Her experiences have been the exact opposite of mine on every account."
"I'm glad that she found peace," he stated.
"I hate her for it. What did I do to deserve such a horrible life while she lived in the lap of luxury?"
“I… Uh… I don’t know,” he stammered. There was something really off about this girl and he decided that he’d better watch himself and his thoughts more closely than he’d done previously when he was around her.
*****
The next morning came too early for Paige. She wasn’t sure why she picked eight instead of nine or ten. It was the first thing that popped in her head and she’d learned long ago to listen to what her mind subconsciously told her. After getting cleaned up and taking a light meal in the building’s cantina with Lillian, she made her way down to the subbasement where the Neuroactuator was housed.
The machine allowed her to project her telepathic abilities beyond her normal range. Usually, she needed line of sight to someone in order to manipulate their mind, but the Neuroactuator enhanced her reach worldwide as long as there was a string of amplifiers to carry her brainwaves to the target.
That’s where Leclerc’s men became the lynchpin in the entire plan. They were the only ones who knew where each of the amplifiers was hidden in the United States. Paige knew that he purposefully kept the locations a secret in order to remain relevant in the operation and the prime minister allowed him to do it. She knew because she’d picked up the projection from his mind. She may have agreed to never purposefully scan the thoughts of the Protocol members, but there were some thoughts and emotions that seemed to force their way out of humans and there was no way to stop her mind from intercepting those errant thoughts.
The Neuroactuator allowed her to project her thoughts in multiple ways. The first, which had been demonstrated in Phase One was to simply convert her thoughts and instructions into a non-traceable sound overlay that would slowly build on the target audience’s psyche until a point of her choosing. Then all that was needed was for her to send a message through the machine and amplifier network to carry out the instructions that they’d received. This type of short term hypnosis rarely lasted longer than two or three hours, which had been plenty of time to carry out the attack at the club in the nation’s capitol city.
The second way that the machine allowed her to interact with her subjects was to create a “blanket” disbursement of her directives in an area surrounded by the amplifiers. Everything within that area is subjected to her message. That’s why the Americans couldn’t really get an idea of what was going on. There were several large pockets of animal attacks that were geographically isolated from one another, but still close enough that they couldn’t rule out a communicable disease. Most of the phases in the Collective Protocol were designed to occur with this type of method.
The final way that the machine allowed her to project her thoughts was the direct attack. She could invade someone’s mind from a distance and cause them to do whatever she wanted them to do. This was how she learned to use her abilities, as a teenager, without the assistance of the Neuroactuator, so she was the most comfortable with directly controlling a person to do her bidding.
Paige greeted the laboratory technicians who were at work in the facility. Just like her, they lived and worked here on the Canadian government’s funding. All had undergone years of screening processes, training for the mission and psychological evaluations in preparation for the Collective Protocol. They knew what they were getting into and went
"Americans," she agreed.
"What about your twin sister?"
"I found her too. She was raised by a nice, loving family in Washington, D.C. For some reason I can’t see her thoughts, but I can always determine where she is and I can watch her. Her experiences have been the exact opposite of mine on every account."
"I'm glad that she found peace," he stated.
"I hate her for it. What did I do to deserve such a horrible life while she lived in the lap of luxury?"
“I… Uh… I don’t know,” he stammered. There was something really off about this girl and he decided that he’d better watch himself and his thoughts more closely than he’d done previously when he was around her.
*****
The next morning came too early for Paige. She wasn’t sure why she picked eight instead of nine or ten. It was the first thing that popped in her head and she’d learned long ago to listen to what her mind subconsciously told her. After getting cleaned up and taking a light meal in the building’s cantina with Lillian, she made her way down to the subbasement where the Neuroactuator was housed.
The machine allowed her to project her telepathic abilities beyond her normal range. Usually, she needed line of sight to someone in order to manipulate their mind, but the Neuroactuator enhanced her reach worldwide as long as there was a string of amplifiers to carry her brainwaves to the target.
That’s where Leclerc’s men became the lynchpin in the entire plan. They were the only ones who knew where each of the amplifiers was hidden in the United States. Paige knew that he purposefully kept the locations a secret in order to remain relevant in the operation and the prime minister allowed him to do it. She knew because she’d picked up the projection from his mind. She may have agreed to never purposefully scan the thoughts of the Protocol members, but there were some thoughts and emotions that seemed to force their way out of humans and there was no way to stop her mind from intercepting those errant thoughts.
The Neuroactuator allowed her to project her thoughts in multiple ways. The first, which had been demonstrated in Phase One was to simply convert her thoughts and instructions into a non-traceable sound overlay that would slowly build on the target audience’s psyche until a point of her choosing. Then all that was needed was for her to send a message through the machine and amplifier network to carry out the instructions that they’d received. This type of short term hypnosis rarely lasted longer than two or three hours, which had been plenty of time to carry out the attack at the club in the nation’s capitol city.
The second way that the machine allowed her to interact with her subjects was to create a “blanket” disbursement of her directives in an area surrounded by the amplifiers. Everything within that area is subjected to her message. That’s why the Americans couldn’t really get an idea of what was going on. There were several large pockets of animal attacks that were geographically isolated from one another, but still close enough that they couldn’t rule out a communicable disease. Most of the phases in the Collective Protocol were designed to occur with this type of method.
The final way that the machine allowed her to project her thoughts was the direct attack. She could invade someone’s mind from a distance and cause them to do whatever she wanted them to do. This was how she learned to use her abilities, as a teenager, without the assistance of the Neuroactuator, so she was the most comfortable with directly controlling a person to do her bidding.
Paige greeted the laboratory technicians who were at work in the facility. Just like her, they lived and worked here on the Canadian government’s funding. All had undergone years of screening processes, training for the mission and psychological evaluations in preparation for the Collective Protocol. They knew what they were getting into and went
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