Recently, a non-substantiated report went viral on the internet about a secret military unit of the United States federal government during the Bush Administration which purportedly had engaged in non-disclosed surveillance (using high-tech non-visible-laser-assisted monitoring of minute vibrations on windows glass) of a couple of single persons residing in separate living quarters . . . and deciphered non-admitted mate-desiring prayer petitions of a certain priest named "Zack" (who looked like a cross between George Clooney and Robert DeNiro) and a certain nun named "Becky" (who looked like a cross between Sally Fields and Carrie Fisher).

In response to those separate but related monitored prayer petitions from the priest in his room and the nun in her room, the FMAMF intervened in one of their most direct and unusual ways.

At a non-specified location and non-specified time regarding both the priest and nun when each was walking alone outside their respective rooms, a tranquilizing substance was administered to them, resulting in them quickly getting so weak their legs slowly collapsed causing them to gently slump to the floor into a subconscious immobile state. FMAMF agents quickly bagged them, transported them both to and within a special somewhat-spacious and secure padded retaining cell together with a single-size mattress bed with clear-plastic sheets, one washcloth, cotton swabs, one toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, several 2-liter bottles of pop and tea, two bottles of Mogan David red wine with twist-off tops, one Douay-Rheims Bible, one exercise bike, one large garbage can without top, toilet with boxes of Kleenex-type toilet paper, stall shower without towels, a TV monitor wall screen for educational programming plus CBN and EWTN news, a ballpoint pen, several cans of various types of food, a can opener, an embedded wall clock, small bottles of bottled water, and ceiling ventilation ducts.

The room temperature was maintained at a rather-warm 76 degrees, and ceiling lights embedded in the ceiling had variable intensity adjustment automatically controlled by pre-programmed day/night-duration timer. Verbal communication from inside the cell was constantly monitored by FMAMF security agents of both genders.

Before being put in the retaining cell together, FMAMF agents had put a golden marriage band on the 4th left-hand finger of Zack and the 4th left-hand finger of Becky, with male agents removing all the clothing of Zack, then female agents removing all the clothing of Becky, then placed both of them within the cell and into the single-sized mattress bed front-to-front together, after which the FMAMF agents departed and sealed the exit door.

Just before Zack and Becky woke up from their tranquilized slumber, FMAMF agents had posted visual information on the wall screen containing explanation and instructions on what happened, why they both were there, that a "secret government organization" had done it, that they both would be there for 72 hours after which they would again be tranquilized and each then transported to a separate safe location for them to regain full consciousness.

The opening dialogue between totally-nude Zack and completely-naked Becky when they awoke lying together front-to-front in bed was rather interesting:

Zack (to Becky): "Who are you?"

Becky (to Zack): "And who are you? What's going on? Where are we? How did we get here? How come neither of us have any clothes on?"

Zack: "Don't have a clue. I could ask you the same questions. Let's see if we can get some answers."

Becky: "Sorry for being naked in your sight. I didn't do it, but obviously someone did this to us, and I'd like to find out who."

Zack: "Yeah. I also apologize for being nude in your presence. I really do not know how all this happened. One moment I was in the hall going to my room, felt something like a mosquito bite on my neck, and the next thing I knew I woke up in here - totally nude - seeing you completely naked."

Becky: "Weird . . . the same thing happened to me as I was in the hall going to my room. I wonder what is going on, and why all this happened. What is the point of all this?"

Zack: "Who's your husband - even though he is probably not overly concerned about you for a while, being that the instructions on that screen inform us that notices have been placed on the doors of our residences declaring that we are "currently unavailable for at least five days" because of "being selected to participate in a classified government project?"

Becky: "I have no husband. Not even a boyfriend. Besides, I'm a virgin."

Zack: "Why are you wearing that marriage band on your finger?"

Becky: "I wonder how that got there, who put it on me, and why. You got one on also."

Zack: "That I do. And to think that I am a priest and took a vow of celibacy."

Becky: "No kidding! What a coincidence: I am a nun who took a vow of celibacy."

Zack: "So we're both Catholic. Isn't that something! I have to admit, I had been praying to God, not Mary, about the conflict of me being a celibate priest and yet wanting a spouse."

Becky: "Funny -- I also had prayed the same thing. Wow!"

Zack: "What's your name?"

Becky: "It's Rebekkah, but my close friends call me "Becky." What's your name?"

Zack: "Isaac, but my close friends call me "Zack."

Becky: "Well, Zack, it's good to meet you, though under these most unusual circumstances."

Zack: "Good to meet you, Becky. Let's get out of bed and see if we can escape out of here. I do not think that anyone is going to respond to any calls or begging for help, but those wall-monitor instructions state that we'll be here for 72 hours and can't do anything about it."

Becky: "We'll just have to make the best of it, and thank God whoever did all this to us was at least somewhat considerate by providing all the things here we need to basically survive."

Zack: "For sure. Want me to sleep on the floor when the lights dim around 11 pm according to the wall instructions?"

Becky: "Only if you want to. You want me to sleep on the floor instead?"

Zack: "To tell you the truth, Becky, being that you have already greatly aroused me erotically by me viewing your completely-naked body, and that we both are wearing marriage bands on our fingers, and wall-monitor instructions state that we are now - by default - married, with you considered my concubine according to the instructions, we might as well get cozy and cuddle together in bed when the time comes, being that is what the instructions told us to do."

Becky: "Sounds OK to me. Wouldn't want to displease whoever put us here and might be observing us or whatever, and thus jeopardize our safety any more than we have to."

Zack: "You ever wanted to have kids?"

Becky: "Deep down."

Zack: "Thank that Lord that we Catholics don't go for abortion homicide."

Becky: "Nor homosexuality or evolution mythology. And understand, Zack, that when I am in general public view, I consistently wear a hijab-similar head covering and long sleeves, long skirts, and boots."

Zack: "You are my kind of gal, Becky. Praise Jesus I have been joined to you, a quality spouse!"

Becky: "What's your last name, Zack, and what's your phone number? When we get out of here, I'm going to connect with you as soon as possible."