Something scary.

Chrissi opened the case to reveal a card with another symbol. This one was a human brain with an eraser pointed to it. Jessica felt a panic attack coming on and blinked back tears. "What the fuck is that?"

Chrissi gasped in shock. Composing herself, she turned to Jack with a grin. "You wanna tell her?"

"With pleasure." His smugness was starting to get under Jessica's skin. "Simply put, this card will disable a small piece of your brain. Don't worry, it's not anything like your ability to breathe. Let's talk about options!"

"Option one: Your amygdala. This affects stress responses, emotional regulation, memory, and decision making. With your amygdala out of the picture, you likely will have no control over your stress responses - with your anger gone, that means you'll become uncontrollably frightened easily. You'll make impulsive decisions and possibly have problems recognizing things visually. Of course, that's not all - each of these will likely come with some surprises.

"Option two: Your pre-frontal cortex. This is effectively a lobotomy. You'll become emotionally and cognitively simpler. Your affect will be blunted and your speech will be slower, and you'll have a difficult time concentrating on even simple tasks.

"Option three: Your anterior cingulate circuit. This is a fun one! Your motivation, volition, and willpower will be diminished. You'll find it difficult to do anything at all if you choose this one. In fact, it might be the last choice you'll ever make! In that case, Chrissi will lend a hand for the rest of the show. You'll tend to answer questions monosyllabically and you'll become quite docile.

"Option four: Your orbitofrontal cortex, my favorite. This will effectively destroy your inhibitions. You won't have a filter for the things you say and do anymore. You'll follow any impulse immediately, whether it's to commit a crime, hook up with a stranger, or buy a bag of potato chips. You'll say anything that pops into your head and be unable to consider the consequences till it's too late.

"So, now that we have all the options laid out, what'll it be?"

Jessica was well into a full-blown panic attack. "Jesus Christ, what is this show? Are you seriously asking me what kind of brain damage I want?" Her eyes darted around the stage as if looking for an exit. Chrissi put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

"It's ok," Chrissi said with a glint in her eye. "Jack will take care of you. You just have to pick one." Jack shot her a look and she perked up. "Hopefully a fun one! Maybe the one where you fuck people whenever you feel like it!" She giggled madly.

Jack nodded approvingly and turned to the contestant. "Time's up, Jessie. What's it gonna be?"