"The Japanese Hegemon," finale

Eiko and Ryomi were surprised when they entered the studio one final time, only to see their old friend Caitlyn already sitting at one end of the sofa.  She was wearing a black tank top and blue jeans, with shiny black boots.  It was the same outfit, more or less, she had been wearing when she accosted Eiko in the street some time ago.


Eiko and Ryomi entered the camera shot and took their places on the sofa, as per usual.

"Good afternoon, Austraria," Eiko began, in her studied pidgin English.  "Today is very special programme - rast one, in fact.  We talk --"

"--This is where you fuckers make that goddamn show, isn't it?" Caitlyn interjected, without moving. "Oh my god what is going on? Who are you two and where are Elizabeth and Rachel?"

"The Japanese Hegemon," part 6

Weeks went by.  Elizabeth and Ryomi continued their programme daily.  It was the only programme aired on Australian television, with the episode for a given day repeated nonstop on every channel until the next day's episode was available.  Australian residents' travel was still highly restricted, as were Internet and phone.  With little else to do, the country, by and large, tuned in.  Massive viewership led to massive societal change, with no visible unrest.

"The Japanese Hegemon," part 2

Rachel

Caitlyn

Elizabeth

Elizabeth, Caitlyn, and Rachel sat before their Japanese captors, Debuko and Chiyami, contemplating Debuko's words.  "You work for us now," she had said in her heavily-accented English.  

Sensing the confusion in her audience, Debuko added, "I explain later.  Now time for Inducer."  She turned and gestured at the door, and three soldiers walked in, each bearing a collar in his hand.  They affixed a collar snugly to each of the Australian models, who didn't dare to fight back, then left.  

"Good, good.  We begin."

"The Japanese Hegemon," part 1

Elizabeth

Caitlyn

Rachel

Elizabeth, Caitlyn, and Rachel sat in the spartan room, alone and scared witless.  The three models had been dragged from their respective flats in the middle of the night and brought here by the occupying forces.  No explanation was provided - each was simply shoved into a simple room.

Once, it may have been a conference room.  There was a projector mounted on the ceiling, facing a bare, white wall, and there were divots on the carpeted floor, indicating the former presence of furniture. Now, it was clearly a cell.