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niggers. The main reason
why niggers want integration is because the niggers want our white
women. I am for law and order with the knowledge that you cannot
have law and order and niggers too. Vote white. This time vote your
convictions by voting white racist J.B. Stoner into the run-off
election for U.S. Senator. Thank you.”
    The test subjects were
asked to score the thirty second video as to how likeable they
found the candidate. One was least likeable, ten was most likeable.
Those without Veraceo scored JB Stoner with ones and twos. Those
with Veraceo scored him six and a few sevens.
    “We should run that
test again with black people,” Fluorite quipped.
    They did.
    Those with Veraceo
scored Stoner just as favourably. The other half threatened to kill
the motherfucker who thought it was a good idea to ask twenty five
black people how likeable they found J.B. Stoner.
     
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    “I’ve found something
worth testing,” Fluorite said waving a U-matic cassette. “Robert
McNamara. He’s an easy man to hate, but he’s also a thoughtful,
logical guy. I’ve got a rarely seen interview of him being boring
as hell.”
    “Veraceo puts people
into an agreeable mood,” Brian said. “Even Hitler scored six out of
ten.”
    “Yes, but this is
boring,” Fluorite added. “Hitler had charisma. The Nazi’s had
stylish uniforms; but this is a twenty minute interview of McNamara
talking about battlefield statistics. Anyone who can keep their
eyes open long enough should want to punch the son-of-a-bitch.”
    Fifty people came onto
the test floor. They received their instructions and scoring papers
and donned their headphones.
    The programme began.
Robert Strange McNamara, architect of the Vietnam War began droning
about the mathematics of death. He talked about how he evaluated
the height to accuracy ratio of B-29’s firebombing Japan in World
War II. Every two minutes a message flashed over the bottom of the
screen saying, ‘How Much Do You Like This Man? 1-10’. On the test
floor, the subjects would pick up their pencils and score
McNamara’s likeability.
    The television
interview broke at ten minutes for a short commercial break. A
woman was putting on nylon stockings. She ran her hand along her
leg. Nice. Sensual.
    The interview resumed.
“Mr McNamara, how could you apply statistics to Vietnam and not see
that things were headed in the wrong direction?” the interviewer
asked. “You were measuring targets hit, enemies captured, weapons
seized and the body count. Surely those statistics showed you were
losing the war?”
    ‘How Much Do You Like
This Man? 1-10’
    The interviewer stated,
“Mr McNamara, Vietnam cost fifty eight thousand American lives and
it was pointless.”
    ‘How Much Do You Like
This Man? 1-10’
    The interviewer
increased the moral hurt, “When you factor in the civilian deaths,
the enemy deaths and the deaths of our own troops and our allies,
you’re looking at a figure close to one million, three hundred
thousand human lives lost.”
    ‘How Much Do You Like
This Man? 1-10’
    The film ended.
    “That was brutal,”
Brian said.
    Fluorite collected the
test papers as the people were leaving and spotted the anomaly
instantly. “Brian, look at this. Those with Veraceo are scoring
McNamara six and seven for the start of the film, then straight
tens half way through.”
    Brian shuffled the test
papers, flicking through them. “It’s on every one of them. Starting
from question five, that’s ten minutes into the film they jumped to
a ten. They did it across the board. Everybody scored him a ten
from question five onwards. Why?”
    “I want to watch it.”
Fluorite rewound the cassette and patched the Veraceo generator
into their workshop feed. Normally they avoided watching the
Veraceo signal as they felt it would cloud their judgement. “I want
to watch it and see what happens. Do you want to try it?”
    Brian pulled up a
chair.
    The film began.
    McNamara droned on
about maths