art by Richard Gagnon
by Douglas Sterling
Uncertainty is an eye shifting a fraction of an inch. It's a word that comes a second too late. Uncertainty is blood in the water; linger too long and out come the sharks. When voters look into your eyes and they see uncertainty you fill them with conviction. They become certain that you are weak, certain you are vulnerable, certain they're not giving you their vote.
Your finger is suspended over the key, held at bay by three little words.
Are. You. Sure?
Are you sure, Senator? Sure you want this enough? Sure you're willing to do what it takes? Or are you a hesitant, hamstrung, hobbled mouse, crippled by uncertainty?
If you do this, if you confirm this purchase, there's no turning back--you will storm the halls of destiny. This is the first step down the road that takes you all the way to the Oval Office.
Your advisers have told you what they think; they've told you that this is what needs to be done. Buying influence has never been this easy. You'd be the first politician to take advantage of The Whisper. One click and you change the conversation; the damning phrase goes from your fingers, to the database, into circulation, metastasizing around the world in an instant. The wound you inflict will be mortal. Your opponent will stumble and fall.
"Have you heard about the underage mistress?"