I read the anonymous message on my phone. It read “Keep silent or we’ll have to remove you.” A cage of butterflies opened in my stomach. I had no idea who this was from or why they were saying this. Remove me? What does that mean? The next morning, I woke up to my mother shaking me to wake me up. She told me that there was a group of men downstairs that wanted to see me. Confused, I slowly walked down the stairs and peered around the corner into the living room. I walked into the room and 3 men, in all black, turned around and looked down on me. One was from the FBI, another was from the FDA, and the other was a government authority. They asked if I could speak with them in private, so I showed them to our family office. The tallest man pulled out a tan folder of his briefcase and set it on the desk for me to see. I glanced over at it and saw that my name was right on the front. The man from the FBI, in a loud, deep voice, asked me if I knew about the purpose of Obositium. I only knew what it was used for, but nothing else. The man from the FDA touched my shoulder and quietly spoke the words “You know more than that now don’t you…” I had no idea that this was doing more than just killing bacteria. He began to explain to me that this chemical was used as a food additive in processed foods which made the population more tired and foggy-headed. I told them that it made no sense to do this to the entire population, and I asked what their purpose behind this was. The government official sat down at the opposite end of the desk and explained to me the government's plan of action. “The government decided 5 years ago that everyone was sick of having people that were better than them and having people that didn’t work as hard as them. We wanted an equal society where everyone was the same, so we tried to make everyone the same by making them all tired
I read the anonymous message on my phone. It read “Keep silent or we’ll have to remove you.” A cage of butterflies opened in my stomach. I had no idea who this was from or why they were saying this. Remove me? What does that mean? The next morning, I woke up to my mother shaking me to wake me up. She told me that there was a group of men downstairs that wanted to see me. Confused, I slowly walked down the stairs and peered around the corner into the living room. I walked into the room and 3 men, in all black, turned around and looked down on me. One was from the FBI, another was from the FDA, and the other was a government authority. They asked if I could speak with them in private, so I showed them to our family office. The tallest man pulled out a tan folder of his briefcase and set it on the desk for me to see. I glanced over at it and saw that my name was right on the front. The man from the FBI, in a loud, deep voice, asked me if I knew about the purpose of Obositium. I only knew what it was used for, but nothing else. The man from the FDA touched my shoulder and quietly spoke the words “You know more than that now don’t you…” I had no idea that this was doing more than just killing bacteria. He began to explain to me that this chemical was used as a food additive in processed foods which made the population more tired and foggy-headed. I told them that it made no sense to do this to the entire population, and I asked what their purpose behind this was. The government official sat down at the opposite end of the desk and explained to me the government's plan of action. “The government decided 5 years ago that everyone was sick of having people that were better than them and having people that didn’t work as hard as them. We wanted an equal society where everyone was the same, so we tried to make everyone the same by making them all tired