The Holly Kane Experiment Page #5

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constant protection.

- I am not my sister.

I am sane and rational,

and I am in control of

my thoughts and feelings.

I am not my sister.

I am sane and rational,

and I am in control of

my thoughts and feelings.

- Are you okay?

- Fine.

Where did you work when you

were in the civil service?

- Actually, it was the mod.

- What exactly did you do?

- I was an image analyst.

I worked with UAVs, unmanned

aerial vehicles which can

identify a milk bottle from

an altitude of 6,000 feet,

and they, um,

they carry infrared devices

which can detect the heat

from a human body at

distances of up to 37 miles.

- Sounds like you

know a thing or two

about clandestine operations.

- I suppose.

- What about your brother?

- My brother?

- The arms dealer?

- How could you

possibly know that?

- Did you just forget about him?

- I'm trying to.

What's going on?

- I'm leaving.

- Because I didn't tell

you about my brother?

- Because I don't appreciate

people lying to me.

- Holly!

- I am not my sister.

I am sane and rational,

and I am in control of

my thoughts and feelings.

- Come in.

- Hi.

I've got the papers for you

to sign so that we can get

started on the protocol registration

system for your trials.

I'm not interrupting you, am I?

- Distractions

are welcome today.

- In that case, let me

distract you with a nice lunch.

- That would be lovely.

- I'll leave these for you.

Call for you at 12:30.

Is everything alright?

You seem distracted.

- I think it's my

resistance to a new thought.

- What are the symptoms?

- Confusion.

- Can you be more specific?

- Not really.

- Don't worry, just relax.

Allow the thought

to have its effect.

- What if I've

picked the wrong one?

- A single erroneous thought

is not gonna plunge

you into madness.

- Madness?

- I mean, I'm just saying that

you're more than intelligent

enough to be able

to make a mistake

and learn from it.

- You know about Rosalyn.

- I was just

making an observation.

- You know about a

guy I met in a cafe.

Of course you know about

my schizophrenic sister.

Perhaps you know

about my mother, too.

She was bipolar with a

hypersexual disorder,

that was always a secret.

Both my parents are dead

now so that doesn't matter,

and that means you think you

understand my motivations.

Child grows up in

fear of madness,

becomes a psychologist to try

and save her crazy family.

Well, that's bullshit.

I know who I am and I'm quite

sane, thank you very much.

- I never doubted

it for a moment.

You're a very impressive woman.

Rational, smart, and perceptive,

and I can see that

I've upset you.

Allow me to make amends.

I have two tickets for "the

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