Excerpt from Scinegue (The Scinegue Series (Book 1))
“Okay, I think we need to slow down. We're jumping to some far-fetched conclusions from the little bit of actual information we have. We can’t really be thinking that plans for worldwide eugenics are being made by the company I just happen to work for, can we?”
“Why not?” Sarah asked quietly with a shrug.
Billy didn’t answer for a few minutes, then said, “Even if that’s the case, what could we do about it?”
“I don’t know. I was thinking about that before you got home. There are a lot of people online making claims that this kind of stuff is really happening, and they're written off as crazy or conspiracy theorists. As far as I can tell, no one is paying much attention to anything they're saying.”
She considered some of the claims she’d read by these people. If they were right, then Scinegue—or people who believed as they did—had been plotting and scheming for many years, and had already put many of their ideas to reduce the population into motion. She thought of some of the plans she read about utilizing simple things—like tampered medicines or foods—to kill off people considered undesirable.
The few over the counter medicines she and Billy took recently when they’d had the flu popped into her mind, and she wondered if any of them could have been altered by one of those schemes. She thought about the processed foods even now in their pantry.
“We have to throw out all of the processed food!” she cried as she jumped up and rushed to the kitchen pantry.
Boxes were flung to the floor as she went from shelf to shelf. “We can’t eat anything that's genetically modified. Some of the sites I read said that's one of the tools that could potentially be used to kill people off. All kinds of stuff can be done with genetic engineering. You only hear the good sides of it. Better yields, healthier crops.” Her muted voice came out of the pantry as she pulled items from the very back. “They don’t advertise the bad things that can be done with it.”
Billy stepped over the packages on the floor and put his hands on her shoulders. “Hey, calm down,” he murmured. “We’ll work this out, okay? We don’t know if any of this is real, and there is no sense making ourselves crazy thinking it is until we have more proof.” Billy spoke soothingly and wrapped his arms around her as Sarah leaned back against him, closed her eyes, and tried to release the stress that had been building from the moment she’d deciphered that paper.
“You’re right. You’re right,” she repeated. “It might be nothing.” She pulled away slightly to loosen his grip and twisted around to look up at him. “But we are not going to eat any genetically modified foods until we have proof that they're healthy. Got it?” she asked with a firm poke to his chest.
“Got it!” He smiled and leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “You have such a cute nose,” he said playfully, trying to ease their tension.
Pushing him away with a snort of laughter, Sarah ran both hands through her hair. “This is not the time to be playing around. I think I just had a mini breakdown!” She tilted her head considering. “That’s probably another mark against me. ‘Breaks down easily,’” she said in a deep, announcer style voice.
“Not a breakdown," Billy consoled, "just a reaction to the world possibly being much more sinister than we thought.”
Sarah bent down and started picking up the boxes and bags of food she'd thrown to the floor. Her favorite brownie mix, instant meals, Styrofoam cups of soup. She’d grown up eating these things. Had they really changed so much over the years? Had they changed at all?