David had never met a conspiracy he didn't like and was intrigued by the mysterious prescription... Batchagon, the mystery drug. It was one David had never heard of and he felt that he had to know more and what better place to start than the internet. He went to his apartment above the garage and fired up his trusty laptop. Nothing. There was apparently no such compound which, naturally, sent David into a frenzy of activity. He immediately began to contact his friends- other conspiracy theorists, who all had similar results.
He pressed Ann about Jim's activity at the council and the purpose of what they were doing. Ann was circumspect, not only to avoid a confrontation, but as much because she really had very little idea what the council did herself. This didn't satisfy David's curiosity at all.
"I wish you wouldn't do this, David," she told him. "I really don't want any trouble for Jim, or for you for that matter."
"Don't you find it the least bit odd that the drug you're taking seems not to exist?"
"Jim said it's experimental and perfectly safe, it just isn't on the market yet," she explained.
"But, there should at least be a record of it existing. There's not one word about it on the internet," David said persistently.
"Please David," Ann pleaded, "not everything in the world is on that internet of yours." David could tell she was becoming upset and didn't push it any further. He had to get another look at that pill bottle; maybe the manufacturer's name would be there.
"Well, I'm going to take a shower and go out for a bit. I'm sorry I upset you Sis," he said. "It's probably nothing anyways."
"Whatever you do, Dave, please don't mention anything about it to Jim."
"I won't, Sis, just forget about it." David went to her bathroom to shower but the pill bottle was nowhere to be found in there. When he came out, Ann had gone to the store so he began his search in earnest. It was in the kid's bathroom where he hit the jackpot. Both children's bottles were in the medicine cabinet... But, no manufacturer's name. He returned to his apartment above the garage to check his email before going out himself. And, there it was...
He had gotten an email from a friend in California, a fellow conspiracy nut who had heard of the mysterious drug. "It's a placebo," the email read, "something that's supposed to prevent cancer, but doesn't really do anything." Now he was really perplexed. Why would his sister and her family be taking it? he had to know more. He shot off an email asking for more information and then went out. When he returned he got the surprise of his life.
His friend in California had emailed him back: 'Dude,' it began, 'this is fucking huge, you're not going to believe this. You know David Rockefeller and those CFR people that believe in overpopulation. They have this council thing that picks people's names at random and then they give them cancer... men, women, children, even babies. Cancer isn't some disease that you get like TB or something, they give it to you. Some guy from the council her in Cali started talking about it and they gave him some really bad cancer and he was dead in a month. I'll send you more stuff when I can. That Batchagon stuff is supposed to be some miracle drug that prevents cancer, but is doesn't do shit. Be careful, these guys you do not want to fuck with- seriously!' David was stunned... he didn't know what to do. he couldn't go to Jim and Ann probably wouldn't believe him. She would think it was just another one of his "conspiracies."
That night at dinner David was uncharacteristically quiet. He pushed the food around his plate halfheartedly. "Don't you like it?" Ann asked. He looked up from his plate. "It's fine," he said with a half smile and began to eat.
"Is something wrong?" Jim asked him.
"No," he said, "just trouble finding a job. I can't live off you guys forever."
"You're welcome here as for long as you want to stay," said Jim. "We're happy you're here, aren't we, Ann?"
"Of course we are," Ann put in, "we've got plenty of room and nobody's gone hungry yet," she said with a smile. Now David felt really bad... how could he tell them. He couldn't stay silent forever, they were in danger and so was he now that he knew. Jim was a really good man and he loved his sister more than himself. This was a bad situation and he didn't want to make it worse. He excused himself and went to his rooms... he had to think- and check his email.
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