There were sixty people in six rows across the room. Each person was strapped to a gurney with a helmet and VR googles on their heads. The VR goggles would show images like a puppy, a crucifix, or chairman Mao. The helmets mapped what synapses fired
in their brains in response to each image, and scientists took note of the results.
These people, in the gurney’s, were Cobra Commanders own men.
A doctor saluted his Commander. The Cobra salute is a little different from the one you know, to the Commander a military style salute is downright offensive.
“Tell me doctor,” the Commander hissed, “Cobra has tried to brainwash the Joes before, and even their meager minds were able to overcome the effects. Why should your technique be any different.”
“Our past methods of brainwashing consisted of trying to make people perform sets of actions that go against their natural inclinations.”
“Well sir, this new technique is all about changing the inclinations themselves, and letting the actions come naturally.”
“Take agent Rodriguez for example sir. He was drafted as a test subject last March. A psychological profile showed that Rodriguez had a strong prejudice against asian people.”
“Yes, unfortunately international terrorist organizations have trouble keeping a politically correct workforce.”
“Well sir, in one of our early experiments we showed him pictures of asian models, mapping which parts of his brain were stimulated. We then showed him pornographic material and again mapped which parts of his brain were stimulated. Finally using simple
high intensity radio waves in our new process, we formed an artificial bridge between the two sectors, and removed some previous existing connections.”
“I see,” hissed the Commander, “So has he come to appreciate eastern beauty.”
“Actually sir, this was one of our early tests and the long term effects were... Maybe you should just see for yourself.” The doctor called: “Ro Ri, will you please come over here.”
She walked in baby steps, partly in an attempt to be graceful and partly because she had had her feet broken and surgically rebuilt to make them much smaller. The girl wore a Kimono. Her face was painted white and her black hair done in a traditional
style. She bowed before the Commander, and said something in Taiwanese to express her total submission offering to service him in any way possible.
The Commander bent down towards the doctors ear. “Pre or Post op?” he asked in a whisper.
“Post,” the doctor whispered back. “Anyway sir, what I’m proposing is that we integrate this new technique into Destro’s work in subliminals. We can alter the inclinations of the captured Joes so that without knowing they’ve been brainwashed, they will
loose interest in serving their country, and gravitate towards cobra.... uh sir are you listening to me?”
Cobra Commander seemed more interested in Rori then the doctor at the moment.