Emily Belsey

Writer Extraordinaire

Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it.

- Anne de Lenclos

A thought struck me today, as thoughts often do, and I thought I’d share it with all three of my readers.

What if I really am a CIA operative, but I don’t know it?

Two theories: 

  1. I was trained and etc, but then something happened and I was brainwashed by the enemy or suffered some traumatic injury that resulted in amnesia (not unlike  what happened to Jason Bourne).
  2. I am not technically a CIA operative, but am an unwitting (and extremely vital, I might add) member of the CIA.  Meaning, the CIA manipulates my life (feeding me information, controlling who I meet and where I go) and thus I, still unwittingly (what does that word really mean, anyway?), transfer valuable information to other operatives.

Personally, I think either theory could be the truth.  Oh!  Maybe both are true and the latter is a direct result of the former.  Yup, that’s got to be it.

So why am I so convinced that I’m a superspy?  Because I know not one but two people who work for the National Security Agency, or NSA.  And I don’t just mean “know of” two NSA employees, but I actually know them and they’d actually admit that they know me.

Is it just me or does it sound suspicious that I know two employees of a government agency (that is often referred to as “No Such Agency” because no one knows about it)?

I submit that it does.

One Response to “Superspy”

  1. I’d love to clear up this little mystery, but then I’d have to terminate you. :)

    Allison

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