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THE TERRORIST FACTORY What happens when you suddenly start to remember that you were a high-level hitman during your periods of ‘missing operations technicians checked the electrodes on his scalp, and adjusted the two high-resolution lenses mounted directly above his head, designed to reflect images from the visual-input projector at the foot of the operating table directly onto the retina of each eye. On each side of Otto's head, two extra-low-fre- quency generators built into special headphones pulsed slowly and smoothly, enveloping both hemispheres of his brain with high-intensity electromagnetic fields. Off to one side of the room was located the ELF generator control console, and a sophisticated electroencephalograph (EEG) linked to four green computer screens, each displaying one of Otto's four brain frequency groups: Alpha, Beta, Theta and Delta. As the generators pulsed slowly, the delta screen showed a brilliant green trace while the other three remained blank, apart from an occasional brief green ‘spike’ on the alpha screen. Directly beneath the four green screens a larger colour screen was on standby, ready to repeat all data relayed to the retina of Otto's eyes by the visual-input projector. To the left of the computer bank stood a standard medical array, monitoring Otto's vital signs including respiration, pulse and skin conductivity. All was well in The Terrorist Factory: Otto was sleeping like a baby and programming could con- tinue as soon as the staff were ready. CIA controller Julia Long nodded to the others and walked out of the climate- controlled operating room into the blazing hot Moroccan sunshine. Although it was still early in April 1984, the sun beat down remorselessly and Julia thought again how unfair it was that the 'special access’ facility had to be sited in the middle of Morocco—a country she personally found far too backward for her tastes. Unfortunately there was little choice as the US Congress had banned experiments on human targets back in 1973, at which point Special Operations had secretly moved the facility to Beirut in the Lebanon. She smiled bitterly to herself. Beirut had been wonderful, and ideally sited until the Russian military had blown more than two hundred US marines apart with a pair of special bombs. Beirut was also an ideal launching point for her more normal ‘clients’: Arabs, including Palestinian refugees with a military background, programmed to believe they were operating under the direct orders of the PLO as they bombed their way across Europe, creating mayhem and fanning blind hatred against the nations of the Middle East. Most of the ‘patriotic PLO terrorists’ were killed during their missions of course, and those who survived could not provide their interrogators with any information at all, even under intense torture. US techniques in manufacturing electro-hypnotic dual personalities had been developed over a thirty-year period and were the very best, totally resistant to expert probing by anyone up to and including the Russian KGB. It had never occurred to Julia Long that what she was doing was wrong. To her, the end justified the means entirely when spreading the doctrine of CIA 'democra- cy' across the globe. If a few dozen or a few hundred people had to die in front of television cameras in order to manipulate public opinion, then so be it. Julia was in the business of deliberately generating public anger by staging horrific, obscene operations that shocked the public via the television screen. After seeing bloodied, mangled bodies attributed to the PLO, Shining Path or whichever group was select- ed by the CIA as the ‘culprit’ for the atrocity of the day, the public was happy to O= Jewell lay strapped to the spotless white operating table while special © Joe Vialls, 1994 45 Merlin Drive, Carine, WA 6020, Australia. Phone: (09) 246 2029. Taken from the full-length book manuscript Mike-Alpha-Delta-3. All rights reserved, Though written as fiction, Mike- Alpha-Delta-3 is based on fact. NEXUS ¢ 11 APRIL - MAY 1994