On an unnamed airstrip in Pakistan, the shrill engine of a Predator drone filled the evening air. The sleek oblong silhouette glistened in the sunset as it gained speed and altitude and eventually disappeared through the porous cloud cover. A Pakistani Army sentry followed its ascent with eyes shielded against the pink sky, then "tsk-ed" and returned his gaze to the smut magazine an American sergeant had furnished him with. The guard was clever. He knew he was at the forefront of a tremendous clash of geo-politics and ideology, not the least of which concerned the lavish prints of pink nipples and luxurious spread pussies he was holding. Porn as such was banned in the barracks, of course, as it was in most places across Arab countries. But the sentry who spoke decent English had been around American soldiers long enough to know that the bragging GIs who slipped him the magazines came from a different world. A world where paper rags of smut like this once had held an important, even legislative role in liberating a people from their self-inflicted stupidity. A world that could one day be his.
What he didn't know was how this change was going to come about.
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Half a world away, the president of the most powerful industrialized nation on the globe nibbled at a pretzel and looked up disbelievingly from the communiqué handed to him by the attractive National Security Advisor.
"WHAT do you want me to hit them with??"
The National Security Advisor straightened up her skirt. She knew this was going to be a tough sell, as was everything that even hinted at or in any way implicated the distribution of a single condom or a brochure on women's rights somewhere in the developing world.
"It is an advanced psychotropic weapon, Mr. President. Developed by the Israelis."
"What does the word "O.R.G.A.S.M." have to do with any darn weapon?" demanded the President. Putting on a prudential look of genuine insult, he added: "This is not the Clinton administration, you do realize."
"Mr. President, that is what the people at the Israeli army call it, sir. The Orgasmotron."
The Advisor shuffled her papers and endured the President's harsh look, which lost its edge eventually when it was inevitably drawn to the Advisor's firm breasts protruding under her business suit. There was an awkward pause for several seconds; then the President recovered:
"Please continue, Madam"
"The Israelis developed it to fight domestic terrorism instigated by suicide bombers," carried on the Madam National Security Advisor. "The... umm... Orgasmotron is a powerful infrasonic device, which triggers certain nerve and brain centers, inducing a change in behavior. The mechanism is somewhat similar to the audible Banshee system that the Israeli security forces have been recently employing for crowd control and demonstration dispersal at the Gaza Strip."
She shot a glance at the President who was soundlessly moving his lips around her last sentence.
"It's a sonic Viagra, sir."
The President's eyes lighted up but he shook his head in a (not so unreasonable this time) total incomprehension.
"The Israelis use... that... to fight suicide bombers?"
"Yes, they do, Mr. President." The Advisor felt her feet were on more solid ground now. As she had discovered, in some areas the President was much more keen than his critics gave him credit for, especially when it came to commissioning new toys, disguised as tools for Homeland Defense or National Security. Everyone remembered the big Strategic Missile Defense flop from a few years back that eventually amounted to a cosmic cockfight with missiles and lasers, which did nothing, except bolster the egos of the men in power. Boys love their toys - especially the forbidden ones, safely hidden in their parents' closet. The Advisor could sense that no matter how Christian or Conservative he was, the President's modest attention span was completely looped around the next thing she was about to say. If this were Clinton, things would already be sliding down from his end of the desk.
"Most suicide bombers in Israel happen to be young Arab men, sir. The Mosad, or Israeli Intelligence, often have specific leads and information on them but they cannot act to safely disarm them in a crowded urban environment. The Orgasmotron comes in handy because it acts selectively on males and disrupts the suicide bomber's attention, coordination and motivation all at once."
"Their motivation?" the President's brow furrowed.
"Mr. President, this is only to be expected. Imagine being strapped to 10 pounds of TNT and then, suddenly, discovering that life is full of... umm, voluptuous young women who give you... excuse my language, sir... a non-subsiding erection."
"Yes, I can imagine that," the President said with eyes glazed, a dreamlike quality setting over his voice.
"This can significantly dent one's resolve to commit a suicidal act of aggression, don't you think?" the Advisor pressed on.
