S*C*U*M AGENT cadet ENE (pronounced "eenie") roared down the 38 highway in her hot pink 1957 Fords Falcon, leaving clouds of pink smoke behind her as she huffed on her electric cigar.

"thank God i'm an American!" she croaked from her seemingly necrotized throat, an extreme and very stylized smoker's lung having left her with a gravelly squeak of a voice.

ENE veered suddenly and braked hard to stop on a little side road, stepping commandingly out of her vehicle and overlooking the scene.

the side road led to the Electric Company's headquarters, a huge concrete building with only small windows on each floor, dark grey and surrounded by barbed wire fences. ENE sashayed forward, dancing somewhat as if to a song that is not audible. she opened a gate in the fence and walked on to a set of double doors. the guards, handsome young things armed with rifles and wearing combat armor which was dark green and emblazoned with the lightning bolt symbol of the Electric Company.

she blew pink smoke in their faces and the guards coughed, feeling slightly dizzy as she called out, "oh, hey gals! fancy running into you here. now why dont we just chill for a bit and like relax and stuff and just be girls! hehehehe like, yknow? and just have a good time together like girls do." the guards blinked and seemed to sweat, as they are chemically overwhelmed with arousal. shifting around, trying to generate friction with their combat armor, helpless, wriggly messes, the guards are totally overwhelmed by this subtle provocation coming from a husky-voiced bimbo American princess like ENE. their clits bypassed their brains as she continued blowing smoke at them and letting the mist form a residue on their neural pathways, shutting them down slowly and subtly but at a certain point it became impossible to resist the sexual allure of this problematic bitch.

the two guards ended up rutting against the walls, their combat armor protecting them from injuring themselves as they enjoyed the friction in their dazed, aroused state.

"what can i say," ENE smirked, "the gals go crazy for me!"

she tiptoed past them, heels clacking against the gravel floor, only almost tripping once or twice there, very impressively.

ENE walked up to a directory of the Electric Company building which was bolted next to the door, fingering different rooms of the building with her 4 inch razor sharp nails. connecting the dots between the rooms with her fingernails, the lines slowly but surely revealed the words "KARL MARX." with a gasp, ENE drew back in horror, clutching a plastic and bloody crucifix at it as the directory turned to flame, shrieking as it began to burn away, turning to ash. tearing a gash into her own skin as she paid tribute to Him with her flesh, to return it from whence it came, home to the Father. in doing so, she recognized that her victory was not her own but His and that she came from Him and would return to Him.

though many of the other AGENTs, kind of hippie types, useful idiots at best (or so she thought in her bitchy heart), called Him, "the Mothers," she thought this phenomenologically a mistake or otherwise at least a reduction and limitation of Being and so, for fairness and balance, she worshipped Him as Himself and not as "the Mothers," those linguistic things. but besides this, in her heart of hearts, she would call Him what He is as she experienced Him and, traditionalist that she was, she thought that it was rather suggestive of Him than "the Mothers" when she was thrust heroically on this mission out of nowhere without any prior forewarning or anyone ordering her so.

she simply had a Task that was hers to carry out, spontaneously and out of nowhere yet not from herself, without there being any concrete giver of the Task to whom she would ordinarily be subject to. there was no "client" for this mission and so one said. "He is the client," a kind of empty space. but yet it made sense to fill it in like that, for her at least, in a way that, "the Mothers is the client," does not, the former seemed more correct, emphasizing the projectile nature of the empty client He who is Him.

in any case with that aside on ENE's patriarchal form of negative theology, a kind of ontologically sophisticated but ultimately vapid reactionary christianity but no less reactionary for being esoteric out of the way, she continued on into the Electric Company building. dim lights shown from all four sides of each cubelike room, with wide walkways between the rooms so that they seemed almost interconnected, forming a vast, dreamlike structure which seemed endless. this vast uncanny space stretching out into infinity seemed to suggest cogs somehow, but only vaguely. this was the Electric Company building.

ENE slipped inside the building, avoiding the falling ashes of the directory which had turned out to be a spectre of communism in disguise. there she found herself face to face with a grey alien and immediately thought to herself, "of course! the Posadists! only they, with the help of their friends from out of this world, could possibly muster up the mental mind power to organize a monopolistic takeover of all the World's power companies into a single company, accelerating capitalism to create a single monolithic corporate structure only to inflitrate that structure and secretly orchestrate it from within in order to subject the entire global power infrastructure to nationalization under a genuinely mulilateral institution which is nevertheless structurally deferential to Eastern Bloc powers and Global Communism, thus allowing the Soviets to overtake the good old US of A in being the hegemonic World superpower by manipulating the global power grid!"

she gasped and almost fell asleep as an automatic defense mechanism to avoid facing the problems of the present, before she took a puff off her mindmelting bimbo vape pen and felt her head go bang as it soaked up the bright pink chemical spray, becoming insulated, dulled, dripping and clogging up the tubes that she was. she giggled softly and pranced towards the grey alien, realizing it had been secretly blasting her with a psychic fear effect that they had through their massively superior mind power and by shrinking her brain to be so small using her patented bimbo vape pen, hopefully coming to a store near you!*, she had managed to be able to escape their mental attention, becoming psychically invisible by dumbing herself down. having turned the vape pen upon herself, ENE was just chilling and vibing and stuff and now she ran, on all fours with heel and claw, to leap upon the grey alien and scratch at him (of course aliens were boys. they were so smart!).

*(ed note: ENE knows in today's America, the good Christian woman is an entrepeneur! that we are all equally subject to capitalism and if we are not sheep we must be wolves. that the end of the economic order is the end of the World. and in a sense it is. but it is not the end of all possible Worlds.)

as ENE tore chunks of grey alien flesh, which seemed to turn soft like cheese as she clawed at it, the grey alien cried out in agony as she felt in her rage that it made her wet and she dripped from a strategically placed hole in her daisy dukes onto the grey alien. her juices sizzled against the deep gashes that her clawlike nails had left in him, causing him to screech at higher and higher pitches, like a balloon running out of air until he violently popped underneath her into purple goop. she let out a smirk, "crikey!" she said, "look who left a bloody mess here amiright milove? har dee har har" and then spat upon the body of the already seemingly deflating corpse of the grey alien.

"drat!" she cried out, trying to clear her head a little, recover from her bimbo rage. ENE was in fact a feral bimbo raised in the swamps of Louisiana as part of a liberal plot to create a woman who could portray in an authentic and non-appropriative way a stereotypical "feral woman" in a new genderswapped version of Tarzan that RCA had planned for 1977 but in the meantime she had given away her name, joining the private intelligence agency S*C*U*M and being given the designation ENE (which she preferred to pronounce like "eenie!").

she shook herself several times, kicking off her heels, semi-disarming herself but also allowing her to go more barefoot bimbo, more calm and relaxed, less hypercompetitive and capitalist, shifting slightly in emphasis and character as she gains definition through experience.

ENE yawned, trying to relax herself, to cool down and breathe a little at last. she had been going so fast. she felt almost sleepy. she realized this was her AUDACITY fading and that she still had to stoke up a rebellion against the infiltrators at the top of the Electric Company who planned to increase the Warsaw Pact's influence on the World and ability to shape the global economy and all of life is involved somehow in the economy even when it is a blessing.

so she trudged along, still on all fours but much more trudgingly, not leaping and bounding as she was with her heels, having gotten a bit too high on her bimbo vape pen (which was of course not simple tobacco but a sparkling cocktail of drugs which blew breezes through her brain and over time slowed all of her mental processes down even those in which she excelled by nature as a bimbo, being good at them being part of what she was, such as the knowhow involved in foreplay or in doing perfect make-up, yet at a certain point even these became slowed as she became more feral and animalistic). but now she had overexerted herself, destroying that first grey alien and felt herself slow down.

and so with a shriek she awoke in the next room tied to an electric chair, rythmically being zapped in a kind of pulsating industrial drone but still recognizable, with pattern. ENE realized with a seeping horror that her brain was an electrical grid and that the electrical currents running through it constituted who she was and so that by applying electrical currents at different frequencies it could subtly reshape the neural pathways in her brain! this was truly horrific to her because, neocartesian neurological rationalist that she was, ENE believed the self to physically consist of the brain, a true extensionalist and trivial antimoralist, a nihilist and an egoist, but despite this a Christian soldier.

so the bimbo wrestled against the iron rods which both held her in place and zapped her in a particular sequence such that, she intuited using her mental mind powers*, she would eventually learn to associate the stars and stripes with disgust and her resentment towards her own Father which she tried so hard to repress, while the hammer and sickle she would think of as Mother Russia and imagine herself suckling happily at the teat finally able to relax, so that her bimbo brain would be rewired towards serving the Soviets and the cause of Global Communism!

*(ed note - which were not that great but still not so small to be of no consequence, damsel that she was.)

the idea of such a transformation horrified her, vulgar Randian that she was, and so she smashed against these electric bars at all sides, before violently coughing out a pink slime which had seemingly congealed in her neck, which coated all sides and began to seemingly crystallize around them, insulating them so that they no longer shocked her and then infiltrating the metal, breaking it down like it did brainmatter, but doubly so because there is nothing to lubricate the metal so it is cracked and dry and breakable. so having physically realized this projection of the electric bars as suddenly fragile, she was easily able to claw free, breaking them as they revealed themselved to have turned into a kind of purple paste after having been exposed to the harmful chemicals in her patented bimbo vape pen*.

*(ed note - please stick to something like marijuana or tobacco if you are going to vape and dont smoke whatever the fuck is in the patented bimbo vape pen. your pal sf :3)

having escaped from her bonds and found herself in the depths of the Electric Company building, near the Hive Center which would be the left eye of Marx. it seemed that it had been the Posadist faction which had taken her. though excelling in mental mind power and being extremely capable in certain regards, the Posadists were also kind of chickenshit little bitches. like she had just torn her that grey alien to shreds with no problems whatsoever with her cool fucking nails these fuckheads were weak as shit!

so she giggled and ran along to apply a shockingly direct approach. this would be to slaughter the communist infiltrators in the Electric Company or at least to produce a crisis in them which other factions could use to take advantage of the communists, weakening their position and undermining the longterm enactment of a Warsaw-led multilaterally operated public company owning the World's power supply causing it to have to be watered down first into a milquetoast social democratic approach and then with the underlying tensions in capitalism not having been overcome but rather capitalism having co-opted socialism in the form of the social democratic welfare state, a kind of guided capitalism but not true socialism and that this would produce crises which capital could take advantage of to water down the public nature of the Electric Company, privatize it not all at once, nothing so dramatic, but bit by bit by bit, slowly breaking it down from the inside like the bimbo gas broke down her restraints earlier, making it so easy to break and return the state of nature which is an unrestrained free market capitalism with a minimal state.

ironically, this would involve the breakup of the Electric Company, most likely, but it was worth a sacrifice to maintain God's ordained capitalist economic order. "for all we are not descendents of Adam, mutants though we may be?" she whispered to herself, "and so children of Eve, his bride, we are all sinners. even the Christian soldier." she saluted, a single tear running down her face, smudging her heavy eyeliner a little which she took to be her penance and recognition of her debt to Christ even in her moment of glory that she owed it all to the Big Man.

she decimated the Posadists, scaring most of them underground, making them too afraid of seeking major office, undermining their advancement at every step, not just killing but also being a kind of evil clown and so she took on as a reaction to the absurdity of environment, to speak truth to power in a sense she as a definite reactionary would see them as a threat to the human race and as an arbitrary and inhumane influence, something anti-human. so she, as the non-human defender of the humans, worked for several months to undermine them in the Electric Company, becoming a creature of the night, the feral bimbo stalking the communist ranks and specifically finding their weakest link in the very faction that had captured her, the Posadists and their grey alien friends.

they tasted so sweet and almost salty. it was a kind of pleasant umami to the eyes of the grey aliens, which she liked so much with a kind of custard. for she was not some helpless bitch, her bones knew the secrets to wifery and so feral bimbo though she was, still she prepared the flesh of the grey aliens, producing healthy meals to encourage a lean but muscular phyisque perfect for the Christian girlboss on the go!

ENE spent roughly six months on this mission. she tore the communist infiltators down step by step, taking her time, reflecting on her Task. she carried out her objectives as worship. having spent months slowing tearing down the communists in a kind of war of attrition where she destablized all the existing power relations within the Electric Company and its internal hierarchy by introducing into the dynamics a kind of mythical murderous beast the feral bimbo stalking the halls of the Electric Company, a homocidal Scooby Doo villain picking them off like a slasher creature. she embraces her identity as a kind of animalistic werebimbo. she learns that she is a huntress. her way is the way of the hunt. she is a Christian soldier. she preys upon the enemy like a pagan, sinner that she is. we are all condemned to capitalism and there is no harm in enjoying it, it was inescapable. there was no point fighting it. capitalism seeped into your bones like the pink smoke from her vape pen. ENE destabilized the reality of the Electric Company, especially at the upper echelons, and made interventions that severely weakened and demoralized the communist faction that had infiltrated it, surely under the direction of SMERSH.

she realized that her true objective beyond simply undermining global communism and causing factional infighting in the Electric Company, which she was able to figure out now the latter implied the former of these two, but even more so in her heart of hearts what her Mother Mary* spoke to her was that she must embrace her animal nature, that this was her inner purpose and her path to inner growth and a greater stoic virtue and understanding of Reason and natual egoism, coming to become more and more human, exceedingly human, ultrahuman.

* the Virgin Mary being like butch Christ for girls, an inspiration for girl Saints like she hoped to be some day if she ever attained absolution… (though of course she imagined herself a Knight of Faith, officially canonized, not some bastard Saint).

ENE calmed down. she tried to relax after her monthslong haze, having allowed her brain to go soft and malleable so that she was so receptive to her instincts, so in tune with her inner instinctual bimbo nature, that she was almost bestial and though she imagined herself at the time, she realized now in hindsight, somehow as superhuman she now seems to have perhaps have suppressed some sort of introspective faculty, becoming unselfconsciousness, more direct. she had gone beast mode.

chilling out in a hotel lobby, ENE wore a sparkling silver suit, with a sleeveless button-up bearing plenty of cleavage and a silver vest and pencil skirt paired with pink metallic heeled boots and a handbag. she grinned. having made her way out of the operating theater on foot, walking through the night on platform heels having exited the Electric Company building the same way she had came in.

she figured she had done a bang-up job and that even if her Masters didn't always like her doing pro bono work like Tasks assigned by her Father generally would be, that at the very least she had gotten some enrichment and undermined Global Communism so that she would probably get lots of good girl pets!

so like a sleepy bitch, ENE puffed on her electric cigar, now smoking ordinary tobacco and sipping a martini. "bimbo drunk is a bit classier than stoner bimbo, you know, darling?"

having resolved to not get so stoned, she had started drinking more and quite enjoyed it! though she preferred to do so responsibility and within reasonable limits and to smoke only ordinary tobacco vapes perhaps with a hamburger sandwich or, if she was feeling daring, macaroni and cheese odor. on her silver reflective vest, draped by long blonde curls falling down from her heavily made-up bimbo head, was a S*C*U*M service badge.

she had made officer.

her eyeliner began to drip once again, salty tears falling down her face as she began to ritualistically suck on the Father's plastic cock. Gott im Himmel. alles gut im Welt. congrats on the promotion, officer ENE!