A Social Experiment

“Not possible.” I say as our jambalaya is brought to the table.

“It couldn’t be a social experiment.  Think of the costs that this has brought to the state and federal government.  It doesn’t make sense.  Unless it was the mystery of the universe, which the government probably still wouldn’t finance (we hope), a social experiment would simply be too costly.”

“Well,” Kevin starts, “you clearly have a theory-”

“What if it was a weapon?” I say, “Honestly, to me that makes the most sense of allthe options.”

“Why would they kill the dogs? How are you alive?  What happened to Mark Hensley? Your theory doesn’t answer any of those questions.”

“They might have killed the dogs because the dogs are supposed to be carriers of the virus, so they could be simply holding up the virus story there.  I’m more difficult to get rid of, being alive and uninfected.  Many people at the complex saw me and could testify that I wasn’t sick.”

“Yeah but what kind of weapon makes people disappear?” Nate asks, he has sauce in the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t know but it can’t be impossible.  I mean, how else can it be explained?”

“Well, Occam’s razor states that if you take away all assumptions the simplest explanation tends to be the right one.” Kevin nodded, “And I’ve read about the development, hoped development of a device that could blow apart the cells in a cancerous tumor.  If we could -or are attempting to- focus devices on something as simple as a tumor then it stands to reason that similar technology could be configured t identify and eliminate human tissues.”

We sit in silence for a moment.

“Still doesn’t explain Mark Hensley.”  Nate says.

Kevin says, “I know that one of the problems that cancer researchers have had in developing treatments is that somehow a cancerous cell will always survive and come back later to begin duplicating again.  Maybe that could explain Mark Hensley and Rebecca’s survival.”

“Are you saying that I’m the aggressive cancer of th human race?” I don’t mean it to be funnybut the boys both laugh so hard that remnants of rice litter the colorful tablecloth.

“Seriously, though.” Kevin says, “If it’s new technology, it would make sense tha it was faulty.”

Nate just nods and sips at a glass of water.

The waiter hasn’t noticed us, but the staff is starting to. I wasn’t paying attention when the two men brought me here, not that I would recognize the bad part of town anyway, but it is starting to dawn on me that Rio isn’t supposed to be the safest place in the southern continent.  I’m still missing my mother.  I want to go home.

“When that representative guy questioned me he showed me a list of names.  Some of them I knew, others maybe I could recognize if I saw them again.  He would only do that if they had something in common, right?”

The End

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