Before being shut down, I decided to pay a clandestine visit to the notorious Guantanamo, of course electromagnetically!
As I was flying over the Bay in the wee small hours, I saw a lit room, so I swished through the keyhole to find out what was going on.
First thing I saw was a desktop computer showing graphs, tables and some animated cartoons. Since I was invisible, my presence did not alert the female operator who, at first glance, looked like Sandra Bullock. However, she differed from the usual girl next door in her jumpsuit, disheveled or naïve. On the contrary, her dress was the latest fashion: a crop top, exposing her navel, a beautiful black lace over pink satin skirt, and lacy panties to reveal and conceal her assets. Her legs, more tantalizing than Jennifer Lopez; her buttocks, as full as those of Jennifer Love Hewitt, and, above all, her cleavage, devastating. Briefly she was quintessentially gorgeous.
I wondered what she was doing. Therefore, when she was sipping her milkshake, I scrolled to the top of the page to see what the subject matter was where I found the topic of her research: What makes a man an extremist. Some blinking keywords: religion, culture, pressure groups, family, food, water, sunbeam, personality disorder, physical appearance, and many other things. However, one item was incredible: blood chemistry!
Now, she gathered her legs up, in a manner that her knees, apart, leaned against the arms of her chair so that her lace panties were exposed. When I looked back at the screen, I saw two animated figures, one having her face and body; the other one, the figure of a detainee in his orange jumpsuit.
The animation seemed to be dynamically intelligent because as she altered the data, the detainee's behavior changed accordingly. When she shut her eyes and turned her face upward, I scrolled to read the hypothesis: Absence of female peers at boyhood results in violence at adulthood.
Now, I saw the animated figures in a deserted street, similar to Kabul, while the female character was flirtatiously promenading and sometimes looking over her shoulder which encouraged the extremist figure. She, the researcher, kept adding more and more data which gave the chasing figure a visible erection. Now I looked backed at the operator's face which I found radiating with passion. Strangely enough, through her lace panties I could see her private parts broadly smiling. Now, the extremist gained more speed to reach the female figure. Having reached, he forcefully grabbed her by the waist and pushed her down on the floor and, in nanosecond, tore off the lace panties and performed an anal sex!
At this very moment, I heard a loud screaming from the operator. She dropped her milkshake on the floor, and kept sobbing. While she was crying, I typed on her screen:
Honey, half of your hypothesis is right, but you missed one key point: the boys in many countries begin a terrible boyhood in a male-dominated environment where boys are required to fulfill the roles of females. The trauma they suffer, due to this unsolicited guilt and shame, remains with them throughout their life, every now and then bleeding profusely.