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She had a voice like plastic wrapped around the head of a suffocated child. It muffled everyone else in the room. It crinkled and warped and stole their breath. It clung to their ears like they’d just walked through a spiderweb in the middle of the night. It tugged at their opinions, unraveling them. She wove a reality when she spoke. Later, people were never quite what it was she actually said. They remained convinced, their opinions remained changed, but to try to explain it to someone else just made them sleepy and confused.
Even filmed interviews of her had the same effect. People would talk of her beauty but to look at her, to really focus on her objectively, showed something different. Especially in a still photograph, she was revealed to be a bit higher than plain. But that didn’t match with the inner impression of her so it was filed away to backs of their mind as a mere curiosity. A trick of the light more blamed on the medium of photography than her actual face.
She was a magnet for eyes and like a burglar she climbed through those windows of the soul and stole free will. You could call it magic. For what is language other than magic? You could call it manipulation. You could call it persuasion. You could call it mesmerism, hypnosis, a dozen other things.
But it was effective.
She was the one who told them that the aliens were their friends. She was the one who told the military to stand down. She was the one the world leaders listened to. When the aliens set up factories at equidistant points around the globe, she was the one who told them that it would be a boon for the both economy and the planet’s ecosystem.
As the air turned slightly purple, as the humans got very tired, as our planet became something more hospitable to them and less hospitable to us, it was her who told them of the amazing opportunity to explore the galaxy. It was her who told them of the ships that were waiting to transport them to the galactic central hub where they would meet all the other species of the galactic union.
But it was the people herded into the ships that were eaten on the journey back to the alien’s base. It was survivors who saw the bones of the other races the aliens had also consumed.
But no one could tell for sure if the aliens were in control of her, or if she was in control of the aliens.
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Even filmed interviews of her had the same effect. People would talk of her beauty but to look at her, to really focus on her objectively, showed something different. Especially in a still photograph, she was revealed to be a bit higher than plain. But that didn’t match with the inner impression of her so it was filed away to backs of their mind as a mere curiosity. A trick of the light more blamed on the medium of photography than her actual face.
She was a magnet for eyes and like a burglar she climbed through those windows of the soul and stole free will. You could call it magic. For what is language other than magic? You could call it manipulation. You could call it persuasion. You could call it mesmerism, hypnosis, a dozen other things.
But it was effective.
She was the one who told them that the aliens were their friends. She was the one who told the military to stand down. She was the one the world leaders listened to. When the aliens set up factories at equidistant points around the globe, she was the one who told them that it would be a boon for the both economy and the planet’s ecosystem.
As the air turned slightly purple, as the humans got very tired, as our planet became something more hospitable to them and less hospitable to us, it was her who told them of the amazing opportunity to explore the galaxy. It was her who told them of the ships that were waiting to transport them to the galactic central hub where they would meet all the other species of the galactic union.
But it was the people herded into the ships that were eaten on the journey back to the alien’s base. It was survivors who saw the bones of the other races the aliens had also consumed.
But no one could tell for sure if the aliens were in control of her, or if she was in control of the aliens.
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