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The President’s New Birthday Suit



        the rest. It wouldn’t hurt for the videos to be a little grainy or out of
        focus, either.
          Three  weeks  later,  shortly  after  the  president’s  nomination  by
        acclaim at his party’s mid-summer convention, he was ushered into
        the White House Family Theater for a private viewing of his outdoor
        athleticism on a larger screen than it would be seen by the public. He
        was amazed to see himself—a slimmer, stronger-looking self—briefly
        wrestling  bare-chested  with  a  tame  tiger,  paddling  a  canoe  down  a
        rushing river, running up and down the steps of the Capitol Building,
        playing  catch  with  children  in  an  inner-city  neighborhood  and
        shooting hoops one-on-one with a well-known but recently deceased
        NBA player.
          “Wait a minute,” he said, when the clips had ended. “That’s me,
        but I don’t remember doing any of those things.”
          “Well,  sir,”  said  his  chief  advisor,  “you  must  have,  because  here
        they are, recorded for posterity. Most people never see this side of
        you, but now we’ll give them the opportunity in your new campaign
        ads. We’ve shown them to a random group of undecided voters, and
        they are a hit. Both sexes expressed increased approval for you after
        seeing them. And they cannot be challenged: perhaps in five or ten
        years the mapping and rendering software that produced them will be
        available  for  home  or  commercial  use.  Right  now  it  requires  a
        supercomputer  and  a  programming  language  unknown  to  anyone
        outside DARPA.”
          The president approved, his lackeys breathed  sighs of relief, and
        soon  the  apparently  amateur  videos  taken  by  his  intimate  circle  of
        friends and family began to surface on the internet. Their source was
        effectively concealed, and the White House demanded to know who
        was responsible for leaking the president’s personal files. The imagery
        with  greatest  traction  was  then  picked  up  and  integrated  into
        professionally-produced  campaign  commercials  by  an  unwitting
        agency given permission to use them: after all, they were in the public
        domain now, anyway.
          By early October in that election year, the Committee to Re-elect
        the President was riding high:  his polls had never been  better.  His
        opponent  was  suspicious  of  the  fortuitously-leaked  videos,  but  the

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