[NIGHT – Dinner in Eilat, promenade food zone. On the table: half-eaten spicy wings and beer bottles. In the background, laughter and tourist chatter. Meanwhile, inside my head: the BRAIN CONTROL ROOM hums lazily, operators slouched in their chairs. Suddenly, alarms blare. On the massive internal screen, a woman at the far table lifts her arm in a casual stretch.]
Voice A (the Pervert, eyes widening): Ohhh… look at that…
Voice B (the Intellect, jolting awake): What? No, don’t you dare—
A (pointing at the screen, breath quickening): She just raised her arm. Look… so stretched, so exposed—
B (snapping upright, slamming buttons): Stop! Eyes on the wings! You’re eating, remember?!
A (leaning closer, voice soft, reverent): So clean-shaven… like porcelain.
B (grabbing a clipboard, slamming it against the screen): Shut. Up.
A (peeking around the edge, whispering): So pale… so white… perfect… probably so ticklish—
B (covering ears, chanting loudly): I’m not listening! I’m not listening!
A (ignoring, voice dripping with temptation): And that pink top… way too much cleavage for such small breasts. Just waiting to be—
B (stammering, panicking): Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
A (hushed, hypnotized): So smooth…
B (shoveling imaginary food into mouth, desperate): Nope! Nope! Wings! Beer! Eating!
A (pressing forehead to the glass of the screen): So vulnerable…
B (muttering, shaking head, stuffing more food): I’m ignoring you… taking another bite… chewing louder!
A (voice rising, trembling with excitement): So… inviting… just reach…
B (voice cracking): I kno—no, no, no!
A (gasping, almost moaning): She just giggled…
B (sweat pouring, alarms red): For god’s sake, her arm’s STILL up!
A (drooling, practically climbing onto the console): Ohhh yeah, baby.
B (collapsing into chair, defeated whisper): We’re doomed.
A (grinning like a maniac): Yes. Yes, we are.
B (sighing, resigned): …Fine. You get the tissue.
A (already moving, rubbing hands): I’ll grab the cream.
B (fumbling for his jacket): On it! …Wait. Shouldn’t we be back in the hotel room first?
A (grinning, half out the door): Right, right.
Together (shouting as they bolt): RUN!
[Well... truth is that I wasn't alone that night, so I couldn't really do anything about it...]
Voice A (the Pervert, eyes widening): Ohhh… look at that…
Voice B (the Intellect, jolting awake): What? No, don’t you dare—
A (pointing at the screen, breath quickening): She just raised her arm. Look… so stretched, so exposed—
B (snapping upright, slamming buttons): Stop! Eyes on the wings! You’re eating, remember?!
A (leaning closer, voice soft, reverent): So clean-shaven… like porcelain.
B (grabbing a clipboard, slamming it against the screen): Shut. Up.
A (peeking around the edge, whispering): So pale… so white… perfect… probably so ticklish—
B (covering ears, chanting loudly): I’m not listening! I’m not listening!
A (ignoring, voice dripping with temptation): And that pink top… way too much cleavage for such small breasts. Just waiting to be—
B (stammering, panicking): Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
A (hushed, hypnotized): So smooth…
B (shoveling imaginary food into mouth, desperate): Nope! Nope! Wings! Beer! Eating!
A (pressing forehead to the glass of the screen): So vulnerable…
B (muttering, shaking head, stuffing more food): I’m ignoring you… taking another bite… chewing louder!
A (voice rising, trembling with excitement): So… inviting… just reach…
B (voice cracking): I kno—no, no, no!
A (gasping, almost moaning): She just giggled…
B (sweat pouring, alarms red): For god’s sake, her arm’s STILL up!
A (drooling, practically climbing onto the console): Ohhh yeah, baby.
B (collapsing into chair, defeated whisper): We’re doomed.
A (grinning like a maniac): Yes. Yes, we are.
B (sighing, resigned): …Fine. You get the tissue.
A (already moving, rubbing hands): I’ll grab the cream.
B (fumbling for his jacket): On it! …Wait. Shouldn’t we be back in the hotel room first?
A (grinning, half out the door): Right, right.
Together (shouting as they bolt): RUN!
[Well... truth is that I wasn't alone that night, so I couldn't really do anything about it...]
