Guess it's time to start taking over the world

Julia couldn't believe they were just driving up to the Whitehouse. In the beat-up Saab that her parents handed down to her after her dad finally got a new one, no less.

'Amanda,' as Julia still thought of her, had told her just enough to get her to try this crazy scheme. Julia still didn't believe it would work, but it was hard to argue with the smartest person in the world. Another new crinkle in the plan.

All Julia knew when they left the apartment, was that Amanda insisted they wear their best suits, and at some point Amanda wanted to use a sticker on her. At first Julia hadn't been a fan of either proposal. The one suit she owned was too stiff, and she hated the way the collar of it felt against her throat. It was like being lightly choked by a scratchy puppet. Plus she hated how limited the skirt made her stride. But she put it on, and pulled her mane of curly hair into a cute, but professional, ponytail.

It was annoying but hardly the scariest part.

Julia still didn't know what her new friend wanted to write on the sticker. 'Amanda' had said it had to be a surprise for the plan to work. That sounded shady as fuck to Julia, but when she confronted the other woman her friend had known exactly what to say to convince her.

It wasn't even manipulation. Julia might have felt better if she could claim this new entity had tricked her. But no. With all the knowledge she had from Amanda, this new smarty-pants barely even needed to tap the depths of her knowledge on human psychology.

This version of Amanda's strategy had been simplicity itself. Total honesty.

Julia had asked her every question she could think of. Asked for every detail the calm intelligent woman who she used to know had to give her. Every question had a reasonable answer.

Would she be turned into someone without a complete personality like Amanda had been? No.

Would she turn into some kind of **** or servant? No.

Why would she agree to having her identity altered? Because with one simple gesture 'Amanda' could give Julia everything she had every dreamed of.

Why should she agree to this? Besides getting her every desire? Because Amanda believed that Julia, and only Julia, could help her fix the world.

That was the only convincing she really needed.

They pulled up to the gate and a pair of serious looking men in uniforms stepped out and gestured for Julia to rolldown the window. She didn't need to stare at their guns to know to comply quick.

"Excuse me ma'am but would you mind telling me-" The first one started, until the former Amanda leaned over.

"Gentlemen, I need you to inform you supervisors that I have an urgent matter I need to address with anyone willing to see me. I promise it is of the utmost importance to the interests of national security" 'Amanda' said, her voice no longer monotonous, but calm, firm, and filled with a gravitas Julia had never heard come out of that mouth before.

"Holy shit Ike, look who it is!" The second guard said.

The first one's mouth dropped open.

"Oh my goodness you're the smartest person in the world!" He said.

"That is correct." 'Amanda' said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"What do we do?" The first guard says.

"We gotta send this up the chain." The second said, before he hurried back into the security booth to pick up the phone.