Goldilocks
John Krauss
Date/Time: August 4, 1962 2100 hours
Location: The Pentagon, Washington D.C.
It was about seven o'clock by Dr. Ralph Greenson's body time, yet here he was being escorted by his CIA handler John Smith (really original) to the other side of the country to discuss project: Goldilocks. Greenson was one of the head psychologists for the project and had been around since its beginning. It was he who had suggested that the girl; codenamed Goldilocks, be the wielder of the country's...no...the world's greatest and most dangerous secret. It was a huge gamble that on paper could have worked, but in practice yielded doubts. Greenson sighed; it was going to be a long night.
"In here, Dr. Greenson," Smith said as he held the door open. Greenson nodded and entered the President's war room.
"Ralph, how nice to see you," Anna Freud said enthusiastically. Greenson was never one for cheeriness and the current situation was by no means carefree. "Yes hello Anna, where is the president? If we are to take action we must have his consent." "He said he had other matters to attend to, but left for us a blank check on what we decide on," Ernst Kris spoke with a smug. In other words, the president wants liability to what we do tonight... smart. Greenson gazed across the table; 5 psychologists including him, a military officer of some kind ready to carry out our decision, and a presidential green light for any decision they made. Milton Wexler turned his chair to face Greenson and said, "Let's get started."
Date/Time: February 25, 1948 0932 hours
Location: The Pentagon, Washington D.C.
"...and that ladies and gentlemen, is my proposal for the security problem with the Info," Dr. Greenson spoke aloud, "Any questions?" "Yes Dr. Greenson, on what grounds do think that we would ever trust our countries greatest secret in the hands of this completely unorthodox, terribly risky, and insane plan? I'm not ever sure it is legal," the assistant head councilman ranted. Another councilman chimed in, "I agree, this plan of yours makes as much sense as building a ladder to the moon." Green felt the eyes of the 13 council members drilling into him, waiting for an answer.
"As radical as this may sound and regardless of its legal standing, I am confident that implanting the said, "Greatest secret," into an unsuspecting individual's subconscious mind as we would put a file into a filing cabinet, it would make any theft impossible even if they broke into the Pentagon itself." "You suggest we tell a random civilian off the street about the Secret and make them promise not to tell anyone," a council woman on the far right asked? "No," said Green growing impatient, "The individual would not be aware he held the Secret. The Secret would be like a memory he cannot remember." "What if he did become aware?" Green replied, "We can monitor the individual, keep an eye on him. If he shows any sign of uncovering the Secret then we can take the appropriate steps to recovering the individual and the Secret."
The council debated in hushed tones for the longest five minutes of Green's life. Finally the head of the council spoke, "Regardless of the efficiency of your...radical idea, why do we need it? Dr. Greenson you are currently standing in the most secure and well guarded facility in the country, nay the world. Your plan only adds unnecessary risks that outweigh its possible benefits. I can see now that this has been a huge waste of the council's time. This meeting is adjourned." The council quickly dispersed leaving Dr. Greenson in the stands, "Thank you for your time..."
