posted 06-25-2001 01:32 PM
Herman put the documents down with a shudder. It was as bad as he'd feared; worse than he'd expected - and yet, in a way, it was a relief. When the news got out, there would be no turning back. The vast number of sheeple so blinded by their daily pabulum - even the most blind would be forced to sit up and take note now."I still don't see you managed to bring all this information together." Herman was staring at the quiet figure across from him. "I mean, we've all had suspicions, but the one catch was the lack of proof. More and more of us ...at least the open-minded ones ... I mean, I'd always considered myself open-minded...." His voice trailed off.
"It wasn't that easy, I can tell you that." The quiet figure waited until the waitress finished refilling the coffee cups, then leaned forward. "We knew that just a report - even with our contacts coming out in public about it and actually having the documentation --wouldn't be enough. We had to collect twice as much evidence as you'd think, just to make sure even the most biased among them would see."
Herman shook his head. "But you got so much! I mean, the recordings and the cameras - I could understand that. Even their names on the stock certificates ... by the way, how were you able to get them?"
The quiet man permitted himself a smile. "You know, it's kind of ironic. After years of running this conspiracy, you'd think they'd be at least a little knowledgeable of covering their tracks. They were so much involved in some of the more ... glamorous ... aspects of security that they never realized that all the stock ownership was available from the companies' 10K reports, as required by the FTC. It took a little research on our part, but it wasn't one of our field investigators who got that data - just a CPA from the office."
Herman had to grin in spite of himself. "All the MKULTRA talk, the CIA stuff, the NSA stuff - and they got tripped up by an accountant!"
The quiet man leaned back and sipped his coffee. "Some of us thought that the recordings, the pictures, and the proof of stock ownership in the Companies would be enough, but we decided to get everything we could on those guys. I mean, the technology's there for everyone to use - even us." His smile was broader now.
"Exactly what technology? I'm still not sure of just what other evidence you have. Not that there's not enough to hang them all, I mean."
The quiet man put his cup down. "The fingerprints were easy, of course. And we didn't even bother with collecting handwriting samples, given the amount of back-and-forth via E-mail and telephone conversation. What helped us was the stress-recognition software for the voice recordings. With that accepted as evidence in most state courts and a couple of forensic linguists ready to testify, we figured that that'd be our biggest bombshell."
Herman appeared confused. "You know I'm not up on all the latest technology. I never did understand the business about stress-recognition technology and forensic whatchamacallems. Explain that again, if you don't mind."
"It's pretty simple," The quiet man made aimless circles on the tablecloth with his spoon. "There are enough patterns in all voices that we can determine whether the speaker is lying or telling the truth based solely on the spoken word. It doesn't even have to be calibrated for the individual, like a polygraph. Heck, you've seen all those ads for the telephone attachment! But that's not bogus science - it's the real thing."
"And it showed...." Herman leaned forward expectantly.
"It showed a lot." The quiet man reached in his briefcase to bring out a three-ring binder. "You can see it in the transcripts, which are going out to all the dailies this afternoon, but I'll just overview it. The patterns show consistently that these individuals were just outright lying whenever they spoke in public; yet when they were talking with the other conspirators about the truth, the recordings show no lying at all. And we have the experts to testify to that, if we need to."
"And what was this so-called final piece of evidence you mentioned to me over the phone?"
For the first time, the quiet man looked angry. "It was when we recorded them discussing the research. One of them - I forget which - said that people were beginning to ask a few too many questions about this research that was going on, but a Company representative said they'd managed to pretty well ridicule the researchers and marginalize their findings."
Herman leaned forward. "So the bottom line is..."
"The bottom line is this." The quiet man spread the contents of the three ring binder on the table. "All of the conspirators - Chris Concarnie, Jeb Rentz, William Thompson, Brad Donley, Mark Schuyler, and the others - have been in the pay of the three biggest herbal additives manufacturers in the country. When their hoax was in full swing, over ninety percent of their devotees - and we have all the demographic data to prove it - spent an average of a thousand dollars a year buying quack herbal nostrums to stave off the non-existent "chemscum" and try to cure the common cold or pollen allergies, which they attributed to chemtrails."
"And how much did the perps get out of it?"
"Well," the quiet man went on, "it depended on the visibility of the conspirators. For the major disinformation agents, including the ones with the big-time websites and radio shows, there were thousands of shares in stock in all three companies, plus regional distributorships in the multilevel marketing side of the house. But even the little guys in on the plot got at least a couple thousand dollars from it."
"And how about the people at the websites who believed all of this stuff?" Herman gritted. It hadn't been that long since he'd been a believer.....
"Well," the quiet man smiled, "They got a couple years' entertainment out of the thing, the feeling that it was the other folks who were the sheeple as opposed to them, and...." He looked at Herman expectantly.
"And?" Herman prompted.
The quiet man laughed aloud. "Three years' worth of worthless herbal additives and a Blue Skies T-shirt."
[Edited 1 times, lastly by Duncan Kunz on 06-25-2001]