INT. SELINA VONG'S APARTMENT – MIDNIGHT
Dim light filters through gauzy curtains. The room is silent except for the hum of Selina’s ptop fan. She sits cross-legged on her bed, surrounded by printouts and data maps. Her gsses rest at the tip of her nose. The dashboard of her simution still glows on screen—stable, precise, irrefutable.
SELINA (murmuring to herself):
“Hezri’s not just building policy… he’s architecting behavioral terrain. This isn’t governance—it’s design.”
She opens a browser window. The official 6C government website is as opaque as expected—propaganda, slogans, links to regional directories. She begins scanning the hierarchy of leadership.
TITLE: NATIONAL CHAIRMAN – ELISE CARTER
Photo: Poised, severe beauty. Late 20s. Barely blinks in interviews. Former elected city council member.
TITLE: PRESIDENT – LILA VANE
Photo:
TITLE: VICE PRESIDENT – NAOMI PATEL
Photo: Former university debate prodigy.
SELINA (quietly):
“No Deputy President… odd gap.”
She scrolls.
TITLE: NATIONAL COMMUNICATIONS DIRECTOR – NAOMI CHEN
Photo: Sharp. Unflinching. The woman who handled the brutal UAE Q&A like a ballet performance. Seen often beside Hezri during rare closed-door events.
She remembers the viral-INFLUENCER – VEGA
Photo: The viral sensation with her high heels, memes, and fierce, half-Instagram royalty.
She remembers also BRITNEY IVANOV Former fitness coach. Now trains women in “submission through strength.” Blonde, muscur, loved by Gen Z.
SELINA (leaning back):
“They’re all women. To be precise, attractive women.”
A slow click back to the home page.
Then to About 6C.
Then to Hezri – Founder’s Vision.
No photo. No voice. No official age. Just symbols and quotes.
A mystery man surrounded by a wall of alluring, intelligent, fiercely loyal women.
SELINA (narrowing her eyes):
“This isn’t an administration. It’s a behavioral consteltion. He’s curating faces... to build faith.”
She rubs her temple. For a second, she hesitates.
Then it clicks—the Civic Bance Institute seminar.
Morgan Yates.
A pro-6C academic. Witty, articute. Possibly one of them—but public-facing. Accessible.
SELINA (straightening up):
“If there’s a back door to Hezri’s mind… she’s it.”
She opens her email. Pauses.
TO: [email protected]
SUBJECT: Research Submission – Harmonized Authority and Behavioral Stability
BODY:
Dear Ms. Yates,
I recently attended your seminar and found it intellectually invigorating. Your framing of 6C’s economic philosophy aligns with several patterns I’ve been modeling independently.
I am attaching a simution report titled “Femme-Group Stability Across MEQ Gradient” which validates several premises id out in Mr. Hezri’s UAE address.
My intent is purely academic: to test the scability and behavioral coherence of this model across real-world zones.
I believe your team may find value in the metrics, particurly in their implications for long-term harmonization strategies.
Regards,
Dr. Selina Vong
Political Behavior Lab
Louisiana Research Cluster
She stares at the SEND button.
SELINA (softly):
“No turning back.”
CLICK.
The screen goes bck for a moment. Then: Message Sent.
***
MORGAN YATES’ HOME OFFICE – NIGHT
Muted city lights shimmer beyond her penthouse windows. The room is modern, minimal—except for a lush orchid in the corner and a half-drunk gss of red wine. Morgan Yates, in a silk robe over athleisure, leans into her ptop. A ping breaks the silence.
EMAIL INBOX – NEW MESSAGE:
From: [email protected]
Subject: Research Submission – Harmonized Authority and Behavioral Stability
Morgan raises an eyebrow.
MORGAN (to herself):
“Vong… where have I heard that name…”
She downloads the file, opens it. A neatly id out report.
Title: “Femme-Group Stability Across MEQ Gradient”
Methodology: brutal. Clean. Elegant.
Conclusion: revolutionary.
MORGAN (quietly):
“She cracked it.”
She keeps reading. Charts, equations, simutions correting the MEQ with femme group formation rates across various parishes in Louisiana. Her eyes widen slightly at the predictive algorithm page.
She scrolls to the bottom. There’s no fanfare. No ideology. Just data. Clinical and cold—like a scalpel.
She sits back. Silent. Thinking.
Then, she opens Signal, clicks on a secure contact beled “H”, and uploads the file with one line of text:
Morgan:
She’s real. I recommend priority acquisition.
The reply comes in under 10 minutes.
H:
Pay her one million USD.
Do not disclose affiliation. She is not yet ready.
Approach only as a private benefactor. Maintain distance.
Her mind must remain autonomous—for now.
Morgan exhales. She closes her ptop for a second, grounding herself. Then reopens it and grabs her encrypted phone.
She dials the number on Selina’s email.
INT. SELINA VONG’S APARTMENT – MOMENTS LATER
Selina, still hunched at her desk, is startled by the buzz of her phone. Unknown number.
She answers cautiously.
SELINA:
“Hello?”
MORGAN (warm, poised):
“Dr. Vong. This is Morgan Yates. Thank you for your extraordinary submission.”
SELINA (guarded):
“…I didn’t expect a call. Was it… relevant?”
MORGAN (smiling):
“Relevant? Dr. Vong, what you sent is a blueprint. Elegant, cold, and exacting. You’ve quantified what most of us have only specuted in shadows.”
A pause.
MORGAN (continues):
“I have been authorized to offer you one million dolrs, personally. As a private grantor. No strings attached.”
SELINA (blinking):
“I—I don’t understand. For what purpose?”
MORGAN:
“Not for purpose. For potential. Consider it… appreciation for your crity of vision. You’ve illuminated a path we all suspected but could never define.”
SELINA (suspicious):
“This isn’t a government grant?”
MORGAN:
“No affiliations. No obligations. Just… recognition.”
A long pause on the line.
MORGAN (softly):
“All I need is your banking information. I can wire the full amount tonight.”
Selina's hand tightens around her phone. Her mind races—but her voice stays calm.
SELINA:
“…I’ll send it by encrypted reply. If this is real, I want proof of deposit within the hour.”
MORGAN (grinning slightly):
“You’ll have it in ten minutes.”
Click.
Morgan ends the call. Stares out the window as the lights of the city pulse below.
MORGAN (whispering):
“Welcome to the epoch, Selina.”
***
SELINA VONG’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
The room is dimly lit, cluttered with papers, books, and half-finished instant ramen. The only light source glows from her ptop screen and the soft luminescence of her phone banking app.
Selina sits at the edge of her bed, knees drawn up, phone in hand—watching the numbers shift.
BEEP.
New notification.
“100,000.00 credited.”
Sender: Anonymous Account #F17X-N29.
Her eyes narrow, trying to make sense of the font. She blinks. Refreshes the app.
BEEP.
Another 100,000.
Sender: Account #M48K-Y91.
SELINA (softly):
“…No way.”
She watches, stunned, as eight more remittances flood in over the next 40 minutes. Each exactly 100,000. Each from unique, unreted sender IDs, routed through obscure global financial centers—Zurich, Istanbul, Nairobi, Singapore.
No fgs. No freezes. Clean.
Selina drops the phone onto her p, suddenly short of breath.
SELINA (murmuring):
“This is real?”
Her rational mind is desperately trying to parse a logical framework.
Her subconscious, trained by years of data inference, has already connected the dots.
Decentralized payout. Multiple vectors. Anonymous donors.
This is 6C’s money undering signature.
But her emotions haven’t caught up.
She opens her loan servicing app.
It shows a bance: 251,486.27.
She hits “Pay in Full.”
The screen fshes for a second.
Then:
“Your loan has been paid. Bance: 0.00”
She stares. Blinks.
Then checks the receipt page.
Then again.
And again.
SELINA (whispers):
“No. Freaking. Way.”
Her hands tremble. This is a woman who once lived on ramen for a week while writing her Ph.D. methodology chapter. She never thought she’d be debt-free in her 30s—let alone in one evening.
Then—the phone rings again.
Caller ID: Morgan Yates
She hesitates for half a second, then picks up.
SELINA:
“…Hello?”
MORGAN (cheerful):
“Well, I see you’re now among the 0.1%.”
SELINA (shaky):
“You… this is really happening?”
MORGAN:
“I told you. Your work is revolutionary, Selina. Worth far more than you realize.”
Pause.
MORGAN (gently):
“Tell me something—what’s your current position? Employed? Academic post?”
Selina exhales.
SELINA:
“I… I was on a fixed-term research contract with the state university. That ended st fall. I’ve just been… working solo. Living off the st research grant I had. Eating my savings.”
MORGAN:
“Perfect. That means you won’t have any HR chains tying you down.”
Selina blinks.
Wait—what?
MORGAN (continuing):
“I’m arranging an apartment for you near the Civic Bance Institute’s headquarters. CBI wants you here, near the thinkers and builders. We’ve already taken care of logistics—furniture, food, utilities, the works.”
SELINA:
“But… why all this? I just sent a study.”
MORGAN (calmly):
“Selina… people have tried for years to decode the behavioral mechanics of the Femme Cuse and MEQ convergence zones. You didn’t just decode it—you built a predictive model. Do you know how rare that is?”
Selina falls silent.
MORGAN:
“You’ll have your own workspace. Full freedom. No teaching burden. Just research. Think of it like… a quiet fellowship. A sanctuary for people like you.”
She ends with a warm, almost sisterly tone.
MORGAN:
“I’ll send the relocation team your way by Thursday. Pack light.”
Click.
The line ends.
INT. SELINA’S ROOM – NIGHT
Selina sits frozen, phone still pressed to her ear even after the call ends. Her eyes slowly drift to the glowing zero bance of her student loan, then back to the flood of transaction receipts.
She stands. Walks to the sink. Spshes water on her face.
Then stares at herself in the mirror. Cold droplets cling to her cheeks.
SELINA (muttering):
“What… is this? A dream? A bribe? Or an audition?”
Her inner voice returns:
“It’s a system. You just became part of it.”
But she still doesn’t know what system.
She only knows one thing: she’s being moved.
And something tells her… there’s no going back.
****
INT. CIVIC BALANCE INSTITUTE (CBI) – ATLANTA OFFICE, UPPER EAST TEXAS
The building is ultra-modern, nestled among quiet pines. The meeting room is a cold blend of gss, steel, and ultra-white light. At the far end, a massive 220-inch multi-touch LED monitor glows across one wall, casting reflections on the chrome table below.
MORGAN YATES sits at one end, poised and inscrutable in a fitted bck bzer, legs crossed, a tablet in her p.
SELINA VONG stands at the center of the room, in her usual minimalist attire—earth-toned blouse, slim trousers, hair in a tight bun. Her fingers swipe across the LED wall, navigating yer after yer of her model. The screen is divided into columns of heat maps, line graphs, and yered algorithmic overys.
Morgan sips her coffee, then finally speaks.
MORGAN:
“Your dataset is surgical. You draw blood from stone. But Selina, the weakness is obvious—there’s no conclusion. You show fracture lines and pattern echoes, but then you just walk away.”
SELINA (without turning):
“There’s no conclusion because the architecture is still shifting. The machine hasn’t reached stasis yet.”
She pauses the screen on a three-yer visualization.
SELINA:
“Still, I didn’t need a finished building to map the blueprint.”
She taps into her voice. Calm, precise.
SELINA (turning to Morgan):
“If you want the corretions, here they are—”
She gestures, point by point:
1. MEQ Zones and Femme Cluster Formation
“High MEQ males cluster into stable Femme Groups within 10.3 weeks of contact if popution ratio favors 3:1 female-male density. This aligns with Slide 3 of Hezri’s Abu Dhabi speech—'emotional anchoring and rhythm fidelity.' It’s not rhetoric. It’s a deyed convergence pattern.”
2. Concubine Buffer Effect
“In mid-MEQ regions, the introduction of registered concubines—specifically non-wives—acts as a thermal stabilizer in the behavioral economy. Harmony Index rises by 18.7% in under 30 days. This expins why the Concubine Cuse was embedded despite its reputational risk. It’s not theology. It’s entropy control.”
3. 75% Wife Rule (Wife Femme Cuse) as Dampener Mechanism
“The 75% registration minimum isn’t a moral regution. It’s a statistical fuse. My simutions show Femme Groups with less than 70% married membership colpse by week 12 due to emotional drift. The rule, as cited in Abu Dhabi—'preserves behavioral coherence.' Hezri’s phrase. My data confirms it.”
4. Urban Chaos vs Rural Stasis Model
“In urban zones, Femme Groups act as predictive stabilizers. In rural zones, they become expansion nodes—localized authority cells. If Hezri’s speech emphasized 'territorial rhythm design,' this is how it manifests.”
5. Hidden Metric – Possession Velocity
“In regions with accelerated formation of 'mā makat aymānukum' concubine nodes, I observed that behavioral votility declines faster than in legal wife-dominated zones. Conclusion: the less autonomy a femme unit holds, the more predictable her economic rhythm. This is dark, but it’s consistent.”
Morgan leans forward slightly, brows raised.
MORGAN:
“You mapped that from open-speech footage?”
SELINA:
“Subtext. Correted with media feeds, zone reports, and demographic pulses in East Louisiana and North Texas.”
6. Inferred Motive from Abu Dhabi Speech – Predictive Sovereignty
“I believe Hezri wasn’t speaking to religious elites. He was encoding an API for behavioral statehood. Each phrase was a syntax node. He doesn’t want followers. He wants a harmonized behavioral grid.”
A silence fills the room.
Morgan sets her coffee down and smiles—not with warmth, but with recognition.
MORGAN:
“You’re not just decoding. You’re speaking the same nguage.”
Selina pauses for a breath.
SELINA:
“I’m not ready to say I agree with the system. But it’s the most coherent fusion of soft-discipline modeling and identity mechanics I’ve ever seen.”
Morgan nods slowly.
MORGAN:
“Then it’s time we test your model… in a live cluster.”
Selina’s eyes flicker—half-excitement, half-dread.
***
INT. CIVIC BALANCE INSTITUTE – STRATEGIC OPERATIONS ROOM – NEXT MORNING
Selina Vong steps into a new space—sleek, silent, saturated in gss and matte charcoal panels. The room hums with low ambient sound. Holographic projectors float overhead, projecting territorial grids, popution density waves, and behavioral votility heatmaps across a dozen Southern and Midwestern regions.
Morgan Yates is already there, seated at a table with Priya Varma, Ivy Thompson, and Naomi Chen. Each woman has a distinct presence—Priya with her analytical poise, Ivy radiating adaptive precision, and Naomi cd in a charcoal suit, representing the outer skin of the 6C machine.
Selina hesitates for a beat before Morgan motions to the seat between Priya and Ivy.
Morgan Yates (commanding but calm):
“Selina. You’re not observing anymore. You’re calibrating.”
She gestures to the projection of "Valor Zone Beta-2", a semi-rural district in Northwest Louisiana, fgged as high-risk due to low MEQ saturation and femme group decay.
Naomi Chen (with executive crity):
“This cluster failed its st three rhythm audits. The Femme Groups are unstable—no retention past week ten. MEQ variance is ±1.8. Husbandry loyalty colpse at 39%. It's the perfect stress test.”
Priya Varma (analytic and terse):
“You'll deploy the model you proposed—Staggered Rhythm Anchoring tied to Possession Velocity.* Ivy and I will reroute the architectural flow based on your behavioral grid logic.”
Selina (steeling herself):
“So I’ll control the live calibration vectors…?”
Ivy Thompson (supportive, brisk):
“You’ll guide the emotional topology. I’ll handle the infrastructural rhythm. Your MEQ tiers will inform my spatial density stacking. Our outputs should converge by week two if it’s clean.”
Naomi turns to her screen and clicks on a private feed: video logs of the target cluster. A mix of fragmented households, half-formed Femme Groups, and low-rhythm male activity. The system is twitching, pulsing without tempo.
Selina’s eyes narrow, already calcuting.
Selina (focused):
“Phase one: remove unbonded femmes and recssify them as rotational concubine stabilizers—short-term binding agents for male votility zones.”
She pulls up her model interface, begins typing commands into her tablet.
Priya (smiling slightly):
“You’re speaking the right nguage now.”
Morgan (leaning back, pleased):
“The transport is arranged. You leave for Valor Zone Beta-2 tomorrow morning.”
Selina stiffens.
Selina:
“I assumed I’d manage this remotely.”
Morgan (coolly):
“And miss the rhythm? Impossible. You don’t build a storm system without standing in its wind.”
Naomi Chen:
“Besides… Hezri wants eyes on you.”
Everyone falls silent for a moment.
Selina simply nods.
SELINA (quietly):
“…Then I’ll listen to the system. I’ll map its heartbeat.”
INT. HELICOPTER – THE NEXT MORNING
Selina sits beside a silent CBI field coordinator, watching the grid of Beta-2 roll beneath her. The sun rises over the bayou—dust, rooftops, imperfect geometry.
In her p, a tablet screen pulses with two phrases:
“Live Zone Activated.”
“Primary Observer: Dr. Selina Vong.”
She breathes in once. Then again.
SELINA (whispers to herself):
“This time… I’m not modeling it. I am it.”
***
VALOR ZONE BETA-2 – CENTRAL INTAKE HALL – LOUISIANA – DAY
Selina steps into the Femme Coordination Hall, a rge repurposed gymnasium with translucent privacy screens, scent diffusers, and muted acoustic panels humming a gentle rhythm.
Women walk past in matching tones of earthen and silver garb—wives, concubines, and unbonded entrants, each wearing a small rhythmic band on their wrist that glows in sync with the zone’s central tempo server.
At the far end of the space stands Madam Jey, the Femme Group Coordinator for Beta-2. Late 30s, Creole roots, composed and radiant with authority honed from surviving five cycles of failed clusters. She carries both elegance and edge.
Jey (watching Selina approach):
“You’re the algorithm woman they sent.”
Selina (nodding, calm):
“I’m here to map your rhythm and correct its colpse. But I need your raw readings—no scripted reports.”
Jey studies her for a beat, then nods once. She waves her hand, and a screen on the nearby wall dispys a series of Femme Groups—status: "Fragmenting", "Dissonant", "Drift".
Integration Ritual (Phase Zero):
Location: Shared atrium, between Femme Living Units.
Participants: Selina, Jey, and 5 Femme Group leads.
Ritual Format: Nonverbal rhythm alignment, pulse-synchronization via wearable tech.
Purpose: To expose Selina to the “felt dissonance” of the local emotional ecology.
Selina wears a temporary band on her left wrist. The moment it activates, it vibrates erratically, as though trying to calibrate to dozens of unsynchronized emotional frequencies. Her breath catches.
Jey (softly):
“You see now. It’s not math. It’s misalignment.”
Selina closes her eyes, focuses. Her background in cognitive tempo modeling kicks in. She recognizes the interference patterns. No bonding rhythm. No femme-lead gravity. Too many unanchored males.
After 15 minutes of silent immersion, the room goes still.
Selina (opening her eyes):
“Beta-2 is running five micro-rhythms without a core harmonic. The Femme nucleus is decaying inward.”
Jey:
“So fix it.”
INT. CONTROL NODE – VALOR ZONE BETA-2 – NIGHT
The zone’s nerve center. Sleek, low-lit. Selina sits before a curved terminal, surrounded by live feeds, MEQ pulse charts, femme group interaction nodes, and concubine votility heatmaps.
This is her battlefield.
She types rapidly—initiating Model Layer Alpha:
“Assign low-MEQ males to guided concubine orbit groups.”
“Recssify femme group 12B under nucleus-transfer to Group 3A.”
“Inject artificial tempo via light and scent overys for dissonant units.”
A soft chime: Femme Group 3A status – 'STABILIZING'
She exhales.
Then, she activates a subroutine of her model called "Possession Velocity Restraint"—calibrating the duration concubines remain within a single group before rotation to preserve rhythmic novelty.
Another chime:
Group 6C – MEQ Conflict Threshold reduced from 2.9 to 1.3.
Selina watches it happen in real-time—women synchronizing their domestic rituals, husbands adjusting behavior subconsciously, dissonant pulses evening out.
Jey appears on screen from a hallway node camera, arms folded.
Jey:
“You’re reshaping them.”
Selina (distant, but focused):
“No. I’m shaping the system around their instability.”
As the central dashboard pulses green, a notification appears:
Status: Beta-2 Harmony Index +17% (Phase One Complete)
Authorization Request from: Hezri
Directive: 'Proceed to Deep Layer Calibration Phase.'
Selina pauses. For the first time, her hands tremble slightly.
SELINA (softly):
“…He’s watching.”
***
VALOR ZONE BETA-2 – CONTROL NODE – 3:13 AM
The zone is quiet. The surface rhythms have stabilized—femme groups are no longer fragmenting, and concubine rotations are cycling cleanly. But Selina Vong remains seated at the control terminal, illuminated by the soft green-blue glow of metrics in motion.
On the main interface, a new section is unlocked—“Deep Layer Calibration Access – Authorized by HZ1.”
She hesitates. This phase isn’t part of her original simution. It’s outside her model.
SELINA (murmuring):
“…He wants to see if I can build in the dark.”
She taps to unlock.
DEEP LAYER CALIBRATION: OBJECTIVE PARAMETERS
Goal: Integrate emotional votility with predictive economic output at the individual femme-unit level.
Requirement: Restructure bonding rhythms to compensate for low-MEQ male unreliability without destabilizing the Femme nucleus.
Tools:
“Femme Emotion Arc Tracker” (FEAT)
“Concubine Inertia Index” (CII)
“Male Yield Osciltor” (MYO)
Behavioral Ghost Maps (tent behavior patterns mapped through biometric echoes)
Selina puts on her headset and biometric glove. Every movement she makes now feeds into a live simution—she is not simply directing the system, she is physically embodying it.
Phase 1 – FEAT Calibration
She zooms in on Femme Group 4D—three wives, one concubine, one unregistered single woman. Their shared rhythm is syncing, but emotional pteaus are forming. They bond, but don’t elevate.
Selina overys the Femme Emotion Arc Tracker.
Finding: All five women reach emotional saturation within 3.7 days, then dip into a “Ft Arc Loop.”
Insight: The problem isn’t emotional instability—it’s stability without progression.
SELINA (typing):
Inject “novelty vectors” via rotational role shifts—switch domestic ritual sequence, sleep-wake cycles, economic task assignments.
Elevate the least bonded femme to temporary nucleus role.
Within minutes, the system dispys:
4D Elevation Detected. Arc Elongation: +2.1 days.
Phase 2 – Concubine Inertia Index (CII)
Group 7F has two wives and two concubines. MEQ of the husband is 6.2—above national average, but erratic in sexual output. One concubine shows “friction markers”—emotional dissonance traced to rotational g.
Selina tracks her biometric ghost map.
Observation: The concubine hasn’t been reassigned for 8 days. Her predictability has turned into passive resistance.
Solution: Increase rotation friction-reward ratio—adjust Femme Group's tempo interface to cue controlled dissonance events.
She triggers a “Ritual Disruption Pulse.”
Lights dim for 11 seconds. Soft auditory conflict tones introduced. Minor domestic disagreements naturally arise—pre-scripted disagreements, designed to reignite emotional tension.
Five minutes ter:
Concubine pulse spike detected. Submission sequence reinitiated. MYO of husband improves by 0.4.
Phase 3 – Male Yield Osciltor (MYO)
Selina overys the Male Yield Osciltor onto three Femme Groups showing “False Stability.”
She finds what she feared: emotional mimicry. The husbands are mirroring rhythm patterns, not genuinely adapting.
Recommendation: Introduce Femme Group-Level Consequence Markers—economic privilege withdrawal when male rhythm deviates from productive contribution.
Selina writes a script.
SELINA (coldly):
“If he does not contribute, the group freezes his access.”
She clicks ENFORCE.
A new alert appears:
DEEP LAYER CALIBRATION SUCCESSFUL
Harmony Index: +29%
Male Yield: +0.6
Femme Arc Longevity: +38 hours
Zone Status: Synchronized
Selina removes her glove and leans back, sweating. The room is still, but the system is now alive with subterranean intelligence—rhythms, contradictions, and artificial bonding mechanisms running silently beneath the public metrics.
Her screen fshes:
MESSAGE FROM HZ1:
“Well done. You're no longer observing. You are now building from inside the current.”
She breathes out slowly.
SELINA (whispering):
“…I calibrated people.”
And for the first time—she isn’t sure if she’s horrified or proud.
***
VALOR ZONE BETA-2 – OBSERVATION LOFT – LATE MORNING
The bayou air outside is thick with early heat, but inside the upper loft of the Zone Observation Suite, the space is cool and silent. From above, Selina Vong can see the entire Femme Grid interface running autonomously—glowing with stable rhythm arcs, concubine patterns, and MEQ reinforcement curves. She has just emerged from 36 hours of Deep Layer Calibration. Her face shows it.
The door slides open.
Naomi Chen enters, crisp and radiant in a ste-gray suit with subtle bck trim. Hair razor-straight. Her expression is elegant but unreadable. She carries a slender data-sb and a small velvet case.
SELINA (without turning):
“If you’re here to ask me how I feel, I’m not sure I have nguage for it.”
NAOMI (coolly):
“I’m not here to ask. I’m here to brief you. You’re going public.”
Selina turns. Slowly.
SELINA:
“Public?”
NAOMI:
“In my next press conference, I’ll cite your calibration framework by name. You’ve crossed the boundary from theorist to implementer. The doctrine now carries your fingerprint.”
Naomi steps closer, activates the projection screen. A mock-up news yout appears:
“6C Announces: Behavioral Calibration Model Developed by Dr. Selina Vong Now Powers Valor Zones”
Selina blinks at the headline. The thought of her name on state media sends a ripple through her chest.
NAOMI (matter-of-fact):
“Your name, not your face—yet. But once I expin your model, the vultures will come. Think tanks, opposition media, academic leagues. You’ll be invited, scrutinized, harassed.”
She sets down the velvet case on the table and opens it. Inside: a polished wristband of matte-bck graphene composite, rimmed in silver.
NAOMI:
“This marks you as a ‘Calibrator.’ First-tier internal designation. It gives you elevated access, signals field authority, and transmits biometric sync to HQ. Optional, for now. But I recommend wearing it.”
Selina picks it up carefully, as if it might burn.
SELINA (quietly):
“You’re making me part of the architecture.”
NAOMI (gently, for once):
“You already are. You reshaped a dying zone. You didn’t just theorize social coherence—you engineered it in motion.”
She swipes through her sb and shows Selina a preview of the press briefing:
Headline quotes from Hezri’s Abu Dhabi speech.
Diagrams of Selina’s “Possession Velocity Index.”
Her calibration metrics beled as: “Vong Arc – Tier 1 Harmony Layer.”
NAOMI:
“I’ll frame you as a sovereign mind. A neutral academic. No mention of 6C alignment. Not yet.”
Selina breathes deeply.
SELINA:
“What happens when they ask me where I stand?”
Naomi’s eyes narrow—focused, but not unkind.
NAOMI:
“You tell them the truth: ‘I follow the data.’ Let others fear belief. You simply show the rhythm works.”
Selina slowly csps the wristband around her arm. The edges hum once—warm, alive.
SELINA:
“…Then let them follow the rhythm.”
Naomi smiles faintly. It’s the kind of smile you wear before dropping a match into fuel.
***
