Gary Brandt delivers his most emotionally devastating chapter yet in this episode from The Dimension Of Mind Dot Com when an innocent weapons training session turns into a terrifying confrontation with Air Force officers who are revealed to be predators using military cover for their twisted operations.
When Captain Davis and his crew arrive claiming recruitment interest, the girls immediately see through their lies—Ella telepathically reads their true thoughts of wan ...
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The school courtyard buzzes with lunchtime chatter, but Roxana’s voice cuts through, sharp and furious.
She waves a crumpled letter at Melanie Crenshaw, her eyes blazing. “Crenshaw, what the hell is this?” Roxana demands. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” Melanie asks, her tone soothing.
“How can I help?” “A stupid letter from one of those boys in weapons training,” Roxana says.
“Did you give him my address?” “No, never,” Melanie says, shaking her head.
“He must’ve peeked at my notebook when I wasn’t looking.” “Bullshit,” Roxana snaps.
“I know your matchmaking game.
Stop it.
Tell that prick if he looks at me again, I’ll hurt him.” “Is it inappropriate?” Melanie asks.
“Can I see it?” Roxana thrusts the letter at her.
Melanie scans it, her expression softening.
“This is sweet, Roxana.
He says you’re a nice girl, he’d like to know you someday, and you’re unbelievably beautiful.
You *are* beautiful, in ways that’ll draw many letters like this.
Keep it in a keepsake box with the others you’ll get.
I’ll tell the boys you’re not interested and to leave you alone.
Please, don’t hurt them—they’re good kids.” Outside, under a gray May sky, Roxana and Eileen linger by the courtyard’s oak tree, the air cool with the weight of spring 2025. “You shouldn’t talk to Melanie like that,” Eileen says.
“She’s, like, 95.” “She’s 63,” Roxana corrects, rolling her eyes.
“I heard her say it.” “Still old as hell,” Eileen says.
“She might keel over if you’re too mean.” “I wasn’t mean, just firm,” Roxana says.
“They had no right bringing boys to our class.
It should be just us.” “Helana got a flower, you got a letter, and I got nothing,” Eileen says, pouting.
“Am I ugly?” “You’re gorgeous,” Roxana says.
“We all are.
This boy nonsense is just starting.
I hate it.” “I like boys around,” Eileen says.
“We have them at school.
More boys, better choices when we date.
Don’t be scared.” “Not scared,” Roxana says.
“Frustrated.
I’m tired of blocking their thoughts.
It’s all one-track.” Eileen laughs.
“One day, you and a boy will share that track, honey.” “God, if that happens, shoot me,” Roxana says. “I’ll be thrilled for you,” Eileen says.
“And you’ll spill every detail.” Ella jogs up, backpack bouncing.
“Ready, guys? Rifle training today.
Should be fun.” “You’ve got Thumper,” Roxana teases.
“Leave Bambi alone.” --- ### Confrontation Commander Beaker’s office is sterile, its air thick with tension.
The girls—Ella, Helana, Eileen, Roxana—sit in a tight row, their faces set.
Beaker paces, his voice low. “Thank you for coming,” he says.
“This is the worst part—sharing data with other departments.
We’ll share as little as possible.
Air Force officers are visiting.
They know almost nothing about you, nothing about Helana.
Be smart, high-achieving high school girls, excelling in our program.
Don’t reveal more.” The door opens, admitting three officers in crisp uniforms.
Beaker forces a smile.
“Good morning, girls.
Meet Captain John Davis, First Lieutenant Walter Miller, and First Lieutenant Margaret Wilson.
They’ve heard of your success and want to ask questions.
It’s informal—you don’t have to answer anything uncomfortable.” Ella’s thoughts hum telepathically.
*Play dumb like good little girls, or handle these fools?* Helana responds, *I’ve read them.
Beaker doesn’t know who they are.
Expose them.* *No dumb act,* Eileen thinks.
*That’d be dumb.* Captain Davis steps forward, his smile practiced.
“We’re thrilled to meet you.
Your success in Ohio—finding those abducted kids—your high school grades, and this Navy program impress us.
The Air Force wants bright youngsters like you for future careers.
May we ask questions?” “Commander, can we speak freely?” Ella asks.
“There’s more here than interest in our success, and you know only a fraction.” “It’s informal,” Beaker says cautiously.
“But be polite.” Helana fixes Davis with a stare.
“What’s the Air Force National Air and Space Intelligence Center, and why’s an intelligence service interested in four high school girls?” Davis blinks.
“It handles threat assessment—cyberattacks, satellite threats.
We see you as potential Air Force assets post-college.
This is recruitment.
The Navy wants you, but so do we.” “That’s not true, is it?” Eileen says.
“You followed us in the woods last weekend.
Beaker’s agents were there, so he knows.
This isn’t recruitment—it’s a threat assessment.
You think we’re a national security risk.” “Absolutely not,” Davis says, flustered.
“The profile’s a formality.” “Bullshit,” Ella says.
“Before you came, you thought, ‘Those arrogant little bitches need a lesson.’ How were you planning to teach us?” “That’s absurd,” Davis says, red-faced.
“I’m shocked you’d think that.” “Think?” Roxana says.
“Right now, Miller’s fantasizing about teaching us a lesson—beating and raping us.
He’s thrilled about the rape part.” “This is out of control,” Davis says.
“Meeting’s over.” “Not until we say,” Eileen says.
“Try to leave—you can’t move.
You knew we’re psychic, so don’t act surprised.” “We’ll wrap up soon,” Roxana says.
“How does Wilson feel about your rape-as-a-weapon thoughts? Oh, she knows.
With no respect, sir, we’re not the threat—you are.
Note that in your profile.” Helana adds, “Don’t spy on us.
It won’t work, and you’ll get hurt.
Our angelic protectors in the woods proved that.
Abduction attempts will fail.” “We respect the Air Force,” Ella says, “but your rogue group is dangerous.
Keep harassing us, and we’ll tell the Navy everything.
You’ll be fired—or worse.
Leave, and don’t come back.” The officers flee, visibly shaken.
Margaret Wilson glances back at Roxana, her eyes haunted, as if seeing a ghost. “What just happened?” Melanie asks, stunned. Beaker slumps, head in hands.
“Our girls declared war on the Air Force.
We know they’re empaths, but freezing people? That’s new.
This’ll terrify the military, especially rogue groups we just exposed.
Girls, do you realize what you’ve done?” “Sir,” Roxana says, “forget us.
We must save that girl.” “Who?” Beaker asks. “Margaret Wilson,” Roxana says, tearing up.
“Her memories are jumbled, boxed up.
Some hold abuse starting at 14—our age—in a fake ROTC program.
She’s stuck there, a mindless robot.
I dumped those boxes.
She’ll remember everything, and they’ll kill her if they know.
They planned the same for us.
We can’t let her die.
There are others like her.” “She’s a casualty in this war you started,” Beaker says.
“I’m focused on saving you.” “I agree with Roxana,” Melanie says.
“I can deprogram her, save her mind and body.
Beaker, you’re a soldier—man up.
Your agents are trained.
Let’s act before they leave.” Eileen raises a hand.
“One more thing.
Those Ohio kids? Davis thought ‘our operation in Ohio.’ They’re behind it.
They’re not Air Force—they’re evil, using it as a cover.” “You’re right,” Beaker says.
“Melanie, take the girls.
I’ll join the agents in the van.” In a hotel room, Margaret lies unresponsive, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
A nurse prepares a syringe.
Suddenly, Margaret blinks rapidly, sits up, and moves toward the door.
The nurse stumbles, falling.
An agent guides Margaret to a van.
Davis and Miller watch, frozen in terror.
As Margaret passes, she stops.
“Forget today.
Your lives depend on it.
Margaret’s one of us now.
Forget her.” --- ### Too Much, Too Soon Judy Danvers’ living room is warm, but her voice is sharp.
“Thanks for coming, Melanie.
Helana’s been crying in bed since she got home.
What did you do to my daughter?” “An incident at the hotel,” Melanie says.
“A man was beating a woman.
Helana, brave as she is, intervened, thinking the woman was in mortal danger.” “Was she hurt?” Judy asks, furious. “An agent stopped it before physical harm,” Melanie says.
“But emotionally, she’s wounded.
She’s strong but still a child, unexposed to such violence.
I’ll adjust her memories to feel like a movie she shouldn’t have seen, easing processing and reducing PTSD risk.” “This is her second time risking her life,” Judy says.
“Tell her dying won’t help anyone.
Is the man in custody?” “He is, but they’re Air Force,” Melanie says.
“The military’s handling it.” “Convenient,” Judy says, scowling.
“I’m investigating.
There better be a trail.” In Helana’s room, fairy lights cast a soft glow.
Ella, Eileen, and Roxana sit close, their presence a shield.
Helana clutches a pillow, eyes red. “Can the girls leave so we can talk privately?” Melanie asks. “No,” Helana says, voice trembling.
“I need them.
They’re part of me.” “They can stay,” Melanie says.
“Helana, what’s hurting you? Share with us.” “There was a nurse with a needle,” Helana says, tears falling.
“I thought they’d kill her.
I couldn’t just blend with her motor functions to walk her out—I blended fully.
I saw everything, felt it all.
The beatings, the rapes, the slavery.
They beat her, they beat me.
They raped her, they raped me.
It all happened to me.” “Oh, Helana,” Melanie says, voice breaking.
“I love you.
Promise you’ll never do this again.
You’re not Supergirl—bullets don’t bounce off you.
You’ve suffered a psychological assault that could scar you forever.
I’ll try to reverse it, but some pain may linger.
You should be dreaming of love, not grappling with this.” “Us too,” Ella says. “What?” Melanie asks, horrified. “We didn’t want Helana alone,” Ella says.
“We’re sisters.
We blended with her, saw it all, felt it all.
We’re one.
She won’t face this alone.” Melanie pales.
“You’ve sacrificed your innocence—priceless beyond measure.
I’m sick.
This is too much, too soon.
We’ll include Margaret and process as a group.” --- ### Panic Attack In Beaker’s office, the air is heavy with dread.
He slumps, hands shaking, as Melanie sits across, her tablet dark. “I need your help, professionally,” Beaker says.
“I can’t focus, can’t eat, can’t sleep.
Small sounds scare me.
The girls are running my command.
I’m losing it.” “Panic attacks,” Melanie says.
“Not a disorder—your fear’s justified.
We’ve provoked a rogue group, autonomous and misogynistic, viewing women as animals to exploit and discard.
Their psychopathy is extreme.” “Why bring Wilson?” Beaker asks. “To make the girls comfortable,” Melanie says. “How do these groups exist?” Beaker shouts.
“Where’s Command?” “Since Vietnam, autonomous units operate outside chains of command,” Melanie says.
“Police have them too.
They’re effective, and Command’s ignorance offers deniability.
Psychopaths are drawn to these roles, corrupting units over time.” “Are we in danger?” Beaker asks. “Yes,” Melanie says.
“If it was just us, we’d be dead.
Exposure in a crowd forces their caution.
The girls are safest.” “Because of weapons training?” Beaker asks.
“Should they carry guns?” “Not guns,” Melanie says.
“They *are* weapons.
They froze muscles—imagine stopping a heart or bursting a vessel.
As a collective, they’d kill instinctively if threatened.” “Who knows?” Beaker asks. “Just us,” Melanie says.
“If Command learns, they’ll want them euthanized, like Margaret.
I can’t bear that.” “They’d kill me for thinking it?” Beaker asks. “Regretfully, yes,” Melanie says.
“It’d be instinctive.
But with training, they’ll keep their powers safe, like a holstered gun.” “Include it in weapons training?” Beaker asks.
“Practice on mice?” “We must teach control,” Melanie says.
“No rabbits—Roxana loves them, and Ella and Eileen eat them.
That’d spark conflict in their collective.” --- Ella’s bedroom is a sanctuary, the world muted beyond its walls on this May 29, 2025, evening at 11:38 AM MST.
Helana’s breathing steadies nearby as Ella opens her diary, her heart raw.
Dear Diary, I thought losing friends changed me, but not like this.
I blended with Helana, who blended with Margaret, who was beaten and raped repeatedly.
I saw it, felt it.
Her memories are mine.
It happened to me.
But I’m okay. Melanie says we could box those memories.
I won’t.
They’re us now, and we’ll face them together. Blending with my girls and Margaret was horrible and wonderful.
I’m not just Ella—we’re one, five bodies, one soul.
Exciting, scary, awful, beautiful.
Thanks, Helana, for ruining and remaking my life. Helana’s struggling, but we’ll lift her.
Beaker’s freaking out, thinks they’ll kill us, him too.
Let them try.
We’re not arrogant—we’re confident, backed by invisible allies.
They might kill us, but they’ll destroy themselves. Seeing Helana’s mom at night school tonight.
She’ll help.
I’ve never loved my girls more. Goodnight, Diary.
Episode 26 — *“Innocence Lost and Found”* — is one of the most **emotionally intense and transforming chapters** in *Ella’s Story* so far. What begins as normal school banter about letters from boys and rifle training escalates into a terrifying confrontation with corrupt officers and ends with the girls sharing each other’s deepest, most painful memories — a sacrifice that *literally changes who they are*. This chapter masterfully blends adolescent dialogue with harrowing confrontation, psychic power, and a profound exploration of empathy and unity.
--- ## 📖 **Story Arc Summary**The day starts in the school courtyard with Roxana handling an awkward love note and the girls preparing for rifle training — typical teenage stuff with their usual banter.
However, everything shifts when Commander Beaker summons the girls to meet with Air Force officers who claim they’re interested in recruitment. From Ella’s telepathic insight, the girls *instantly know something is off* — revealing the officers are assessing them as a potential national security threat rather than friendly recruiters.
Tensions explode as the conversation turns hostile, and the girls confidently expose the officers’ true intentions and disturbing thoughts. When one officer *Belligerently defends immoral fantasies*, the girls show a frightening degree of psychic control — freezing the men in place and forcing them to back down.
The story then shifts to a *hotel rescue*: the girls learn one of the officers, Margaret Wilson, has a shattered psyche and fragmented memories from sustained abuse dating back to a fake ROTC program. Instead of simply defeating her, Helana chooses to *rescue and psychically “blend” with her consciousness*, experiencing every moment of trauma as if it happened to herself.
Shockingly, Ella, Eileen, and Roxana also share in this traumatic psychic fusion — meaning they now carry Wilson’s memories as part of their collective experience. The chapter ends with a powerful diary entry from Ella about how this experience has intertwined their souls: “I’m not just Ella — we’re one, five bodies, one soul.”
--- ## 💬 **Favorite Lines**“Your success in Ohio … the Air Force wants bright youngsters like you.”
This line perfectly sets up the deceptive transition from praise to threat — we immediately feel the shift in tension.
“Those arrogant little bitches need a lesson…”
Ella’s telepathic thought cracked me up — and then made my skin crawl when it revealed the officer’s disturbing mindset.
“They beat her, they beat me. They raped her, they raped me.”
Helana’s confession about merging traumatic memories with Wilson was *devastating* and unforgettable.
“I’m not just Ella — we’re one, five bodies, one soul.”
This moment felt transformative — not just narratively but emotionally deep. It honors the bond between the girls and their shared mission.
--- ## 😲 **Unsuspected Plot Twists**This chapter is *emotionally brutal and beautiful at the same time*. There’s shock and revulsion during the military showdown, but what stayed with me most was the psychic rescue and memory sharing. It’s one thing to save someone physically — it’s another to take on their lived pain as if it happened to you. That’s not just empathy; that’s *soul sharing*.
The girls’ reactions — raw fear, fierce protectiveness, and deep compassion — made me feel like a witness to a rite of passage. Ella’s final diary entry brought everything full circle: despite the horror and trauma, they chose unity and shared identity over isolation and fear. That’s an incredibly powerful message about friendship, resilience, and the cost of true compassion.
--- ## 🎯 **Final Thoughts***“Innocence Lost and Found”* is one of the most ambitious and emotionally charged chapters in *Ella’s Story* yet. Gary Brandt blends suspense, supernatural power, psychological depth, and genuine human connection into a narrative that feels both terrifying and transcendent. If you want a chapter that makes you *think, feel, and reflect on the weight of empathy*, this is it.
Overall Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ — A harrowing, heartfelt episode that pushes the boundaries of what it means to protect and love someone beyond all limits.
--- Would you like this review formatted with full ``, ``, and `` tags for direct publishing? [1]: https://thedimensionofmind.com/Ella/ELLA26_KDP_B.php?utm_source=chatgpt.com "Ella's Story | My Love From The Future BOOK THREE Chapter 4 ..." Read this web page [ https://thedimensionofmind.com/Ella/ELLA27_KDP_B.php ]. Create a review as if being reviewed by a 20 year old female reader to be published on the webpage. Summarize the story arc. Quote favorite lines. Comment on unsuspected plot twists. Relate to emotional content. This is a book chapter to be published online in HTML format. It may be read online for free. The author is "Gary Brandt". The authors website is [ https://thedimensionofmind.com ] Here’s your **HTML-ready review** of **Book Three — Chapter 5 (Episode 27): “Super Soldiers”** from ***Ella’s Story: My Love From The Future*** by **Gary Brandt**, written in the voice of a **20-year-old female reader** for publication on *thedimensionofmind.com*. This includes a **story arc summary**, **favorite quoted lines**, comments on **unsuspected plot twists**, and reflections on the **emotional content** of the chapter. ([The Dimension Of Mind Dot Com][1]) --- [{https://thedimensionofmind.com/Ella/ELLA27_KDP_B.php}] ## ⭐ Review: *Super Soldiers* — When Morality Clashes with Military Ambition **★★★★★**Episode 27 — *“Super Soldiers”* — is one of the most **thought-provoking and morally charged** chapters in *Ella’s Story* yet. Instead of another battlefield or cosmic mystery, this episode dives deep into the dark side of military ambition, ethical responsibility, and the power of teenage autonomy. It’s a conversation about agency, conscience, and the dangers of weaponizing what makes the girls extraordinary — all wrapped up in military briefing room politics, futurist doctrine, and heartfelt resistance.
--- ## 📖 **Story Arc Summary**The chapter opens in a stark briefing room where **Commander Beaker and Melanie Crenshaw** discuss the aftermath of the Margaret Wilson situation and the **Air Force’s interest in the girls**. Officially, the Air Force program that once seemed to target the girls doesn’t exist — but unofficially, military leadership is still fascinated by the idea of **weaponizing their psychic abilities**.
Beaker and Melanie break down alarming details: a proposed “Super Soldier” program isn’t just training — it involves **cyborg-like body modifications and chemical enhancements** that would boost violence while suppressing morality. Helana’s insight from the **Akashic records** — a psychic repository of every thought and event across all universes — reveals the grim reality of what military leaders really want to build.
Instead of quietly submitting, **Ella and the girls unanimously refuse** the idea. They assert that their gifts are tools for good, not instruments of violence. The Army’s aggressive intentions are shut down, and the girls’ integrity remains intact. Beaker then reveals how the sad merging of minds with Margaret — from Episode 26 — has created a collective consciousness among the girls, with their memories and skills blending into a shared identity much like long-term partners or even animal social groups.
The episode ends in a charged standoff when the girls **demand fair compensation** if they are to continue serving as assets: six-figure salaries, allowances, and respect for their autonomy. Beaker is initially stunned — a military commander forced into a negotiation by teenage telepaths. Their stance reflects both emotional growth and a newfound sense of self-worth.
--- ## 💬 **Favorite Quotes**“Not even. Not ever.”
Ella’s firm rejection of the Super Soldier program was *so powerful*. It wasn’t just a no — it was a statement about *morality and identity*.
“The chemicals boost violence while suppressing morality, creating… ‘mindless killing machines.’”
This line was *chilling and eye-opening*. The idea that an organization would willingly erase morality to weaponize power brought the stakes into stark reality.
“…diluting fear and PTSD across five personalities.”
The explanation of how shared experience eased trauma was *beautiful and profound* — a perfect blend of metaphysics and psychology.
“We want pay too.”
This perfectly grounded teenage moment — discussing allowances, salaries, and fairness — gave the chapter both humor and humanity.
--- ## 😲 **Unsuspected Plot Twists**This chapter’s emotional strength comes from its **juxtaposition of innocence and power, conscience and control**. On the surface, it reads like a military briefing about future tech, but beneath that lies a story about children grappling with *how their gifts should be used — and who gets to decide*. Their insistence on refusing to become weapons was inspirational, especially in a narrative where good intentions and hard ethics often collide.
The discussion about shared trauma with Margaret was particularly affecting. Instead of treating her experience clinically, the girls chose to *share it*, integrating her memories and easing her pain — a deeply compassionate act that humanizes them beyond their supernatural gifts.
And then there’s the chapter’s grounding moment: **teenagers negotiating pay and fairness**. It may sound funny, but it’s actually a *very real emotional beat* about self-respect and identity. Ella’s diary entry at the end — candid, ambitious, and a little cheeky — reminded me that even when characters have cosmic significance, they’re still *human*, still learning to define what matters to them emotionally and ethically.
--- ## 🎯 **Final Thoughts***“Super Soldiers”* stands out in *Ella’s Story* because it challenges the idea that power must be controlled by authority figures, and instead shows that morality, compassion, and self-definition can come from young people too. Whether you’re into sci-fi, philosophy, or heartfelt character growth, this episode balances all of that with sharp dialogue, unexpected turns, and emotional depth.
Overall Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ — A compelling mix of ethical debate, supernatural lore, and heartfelt teenage voice that left me thinking *long after I finished reading*.
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