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“Are kept hidden. Genetically modified. Raised on secret
pastures.”
“But the air—the seasons—the weather—”
“Is not as bad as they’ll have us believe. It’s probably our
only real problem—but it’s one caused by the perverse
manipulations of Mother Earth. Man-made manipulations
that we can still fix.” He turns to face me. Focuses my mind
with one steady gaze.
“There is still a chance to change things. We can provide
fresh drinking water to all people. We can make sure crops
are not regulated for profit; we can ensure that they are not
genetically altered to benefit manufacturers. Our people are
dying because we are feeding them poison. Animals are
dying because we are forcing them to eat waste, forcing
them to live in their own filth, caging them together and
abusing them. Plants are withering away because we are
dumping chemicals into the earth that make them
hazardous to our health. But these are things we can fix.
“We are fed lies because believing them makes us weak,
vulnerable, malleable. We depend on others for our food,
health, sustenance. This cripples us. Creates cowards of our
people. Slaves of our children. It’s time for us to fight back.”
His eyes are bright with feeling, his fists clenched in fervor.
His words are powerful, heavy with conviction, articulate
and meaningful. I have no doubt he’s swayed many people
with such fanciful thoughts. Hope for a future that seems
lost. Inspiration in a bleak world with nothing to offer. He is a
natural leader. A talented orator.
I have a hard time believing him.
“How can you know for certain that your theories are
correct? Do you have proof?”
His hands relax. His eyes quiet down. His lips form a small
smile. “Of course.” He almost laughs.
“Why is that funny?”
He shakes his head. Just a bit. “I’m amused by your
skepticism. I admire it, actually. It’s never a good idea to