The Rise of Walsanto (Genetic Apocalypse Book 3)

by Boyd Craven Jr

  “Well, remember that that is hypothetical reaction, not real reaction,” Rusty answered.

  “Yeah, but this is incredible. This report consists of two individual profiles, by economic class, comparing historical reactions to medical news, depending on if it was categorized as a credible health threat or a potentially negative cosmetic concern. The GG-Factor goes way beyond cosmetic concern.”

  “Theoretically only,” Rusty said. “Remember, there’s a huge difference between animal health and human health, and so far, no humans officially have this.”

  “Yes they do!” Hannah cried. “My friends all have it.”

  Rusty sat down beside her and pointed out, then read a couple of paragraphs; “The more education and income people in the United States have, the less likely they are to die from disease. Upper-middle-class and above live longer, healthier lives than the middle-class, who in turn live longer, healthier lives than the poorest and least educated lower class.

  “While your friends may have it, hell, we may even have it; they are less likely to die from it. Your friends are among the smartest, most highly educated people in the world. Have a little faith Hannah. You guys will figure this out.”

  “Well it sucks that the poor, less educated people always get the worst end of these things, but I understand why that is. People with more education are more likely to have good jobs, meaning more money, and better connections. That allows them to discover issues earlier, change habits faster, and get treated for whatever, because they either have the health-care or the money to pay for it.

  “Unfortunately, with the GG-Factor, not learning about it quickly, and making immediate, drastic changes to their diet, is going to cause a lot of people to progress beyond the window of opportunity to reverse this, before we even learn how to,” Hannah said.

  “Why do you think they looked at it from these two prospectives Hannah?”

  “That’s where my mind was just headed Rusty. First off, I see three ways that they could go with this: Bad, worse, and unthinkable.

  “Bad being, them worrying about liability. What if they announce it for what it is? A potential major health-care concern. Whose fault is it? What if they get everyone all worked up over it, then it never happens, or isn’t too bad?

  “Worse being, for financial reasons. If they go all-out bringing this to everyone’s attention, they could bankrupt all of the health-care systems and the government itself.

  “Unthinkable being, stalling for time to allow lower-class genocide.”

  “God, don’t ever say that out loud again,” Rusty said.

  “I know, right? I’d get locked up again,” she agreed. “If they really the best possible result, as weird as this may sound, this profile suggests that they should go with an education campaign, to ward off possible negative cosmetic consequences. Americans are more worried about what they look like, than how healthy they are, in all economic groups.

  “Smokers know that tobacco is bad for their health, but they smoke anyhow. Drinkers know that alcohol is bad for their health, but that doesn’t stop them. Obese people know that their eating habits are killing them, but they still do it. But I’ll bet that if you tell a woman of any economic or social group that the GG-Factor will make her hair fall out permanently, you’ll get a helluva reaction!

  “Then, as soon as the swab tests become publicly available, and that news spreads far and wide, American women will begin buying test kits to test themselves, their family, visitors to their home, their pets, their food and drink, and their pet’s food, every week. They’ll test everything that they can. It’s going to frighten them to see the results. Most will be surrounded by positive test results immediately. Those that aren’t will try to quarantine themselves, as best as they can.

  “As more and more Americans discover just how far reaching this is, they’ll demand to know exactly what it is,” Hannah said. “I don’t have much faith that anyone will actually tell them the truth about what it is, but it would be a really good thing to have educational materials ready, for when they start asking questions. Someone needs to tell them why it’s important to change their diet immediately to protect themselves from further exposure. TV commercials sending them to .gov websites would be most effective.”

  “You know, that just may work!” Rusty said.

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  Washington, DC

  Fri, Feb 26, 2021

  The Oval Office

  “You know something Rusty?” President James said, after thinking about what Rusty had just told him. “I’m glad that daughter of yours is on our side. She’s one smart cookie.”

  “Well, I’m not sure that she’s entirely on our side, Sir. She dislikes this whole business quite a bit, but she’s smart enough to be a realist.”

  “Do you think that you could convince her to let you and the CDC do any talking that needs to be done, if I cut her loose to go back to Clemson?” the President asked.

  “Oh, absolutely. We’ve already talked about that at length, in fact. She knows that being a public figure isn’t something that she wants for herself. She wants me to speak for her, and she understands that in some of these matters, my job is to speak for you too. She gets it,” Rusty said.

  “If you’re certain of that, I’d like for her to go back to where she can do our country the most good,” the President said.

  “We would both love that, Sir.”

  “Not you Rusty. I need you right where you are. Some things are going to change very soon. I’m going to get really busy, and I’ll need you to make sure that this goes the right direction when I’m not looking.”

  “Oh, alright then. I can communicate with Hannah just as easily with secure video conferencing,” Rusty said. He wondered what the President meant by that, but he thought better of asking about it. Hannah’s “bad, worse, and unthinkable” scenarios ran through his mind, and gave him a chill down his spine.

  “So, you take care of informing her of our decision, and get her back into her routine again, ASAP. I’ll inform her personal guard detail that she’ll be leaving us,” President James said.

  “Thank-you, Sir. I truly appreciate that,” Rusty said. “That will allow her to go full speed ahead with development of her reversal treatment. She’s got a theory that she tried to explain to me of how it should work. I have to admit that most of it is way over my head, but the gist of it is; marking the bad cells in a way similar to the way this swab test works, then attacking them kind of like certain cancer treatments do.” He purposely kept his explanation very vague. “It’s going to take a lot of work, and as you know, time is critically short.

  “She feels very strongly that people are going to demand to know what this is, shortly after discovering how many test positive for it. Have we decided yet how we’ll answer that question?”

  “As of this morning, we were leaning towards having the CDC warn of a new virus that is spreading among some plants and livestock. Perhaps now we should add that it is thought responsible for affecting the feather follicles of those blasted chickens and hair follicles on animals,” mused the President. “Maybe we should say that there is some concern of it spreading to humans as well.”

  “That certainly wouldn’t be a lie,” Rusty said. “Is that as far as you’re willing to go for now?”

  “We think that that will create enough questions for now. Best to wait until we understand more before saying too much.”

  “What do we think about educating people on how to avoid this new virus then?” Rusty asked.

  “I’ll have the CDC and Dept. of Agriculture come up with something. You get Miss Withers relocated and established, then check in with me. I’ll get her funded.

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  Clemson, SC

  Fri, March 12, 2021

  Clemson University Forensic Genetics Lab

  It felt good to be back in her old routine. Hannah was indeed a creature of habit. She got great deal of satisfaction, just from just having her own stuff back. She noticed r
ight away that her friends and the general atmosphere at the lab had all changed significantly while she had been gone though. The care-free ‘genius kids’ club attitude was gone, replaced by fear of the unknown and the determination to beat the clock to figure this thing out and fix it.

  The first thing that she did, once back in the lab, was to test herself. She tested a very low positive. There was barely any green tint to the swab in each of three separate tests that she performed on herself.

  Long distance communication with Rusty was working out well, but she discovered right away that she missed him. She had gotten used to having him around and, for the most part, they had stayed out of each other’s hair. Rusty hadn’t tried to play the father card too much, but had acted more like a colleague. Treating her as an equal had made things between them pretty tolerable while they had been together; after all, Rusty didn’t really know much about being a father anyway.

  The thing that bugged her the most, was not being able to blog daily about her findings. Her blog had been a way to unload some of the stress that went along with her research and without it, she had felt like she was going to explode. She told Rusty about it.

  “Why don’t you just record things in an email to me?” he said, after considering things for a moment. “That way, you can have your stress release and keep me up to date on what’s going on, so that I can do my job too.”

  It had been a good solution, but the security people had just about gone nuts over it. At Rusty’s insistence, and some help from President James, they had finally allowed a secure email that would allow her to link directly to Rusty and report what she had worked on each day.

  Due to the expected eventual public outcry for answers and a solution, she had been given the task of trying to reverse the sterility problems that had been caused by the terminator gene. What she found frustrating to her was the fact that no one was admitting what the real problem was, and as far as she knew, the GM hybrid grains had not been removed from the market. If they would just tell people the truth so that they would stop eating the stuff and feeding it to their animals, there might be a much better chance of saving the entire human and animal populations.

  As she finished up her email to Rusty, slipped off her lab coat, packed up her things and started out of the lab, the burden felt especially heavy in spite of the fact that she had unloaded her stress into the email. Why is the President being so stupid? Doesn’t he understand what’s going on? Doesn’t he understand that telling the truth will allow people to make changes in their habits? Why can’t he prohibit the further spread by no longer allowing the sale the GM Hybrid grains, or even just admitting that they are the problem?

  With those things steaming in her mind on her way home, she had practically worked herself into a frenzy by the time she opened the door, stepped through, and slammed it behind her. “Why is that man so stupid?” she shouted. She went right to her computer and made a video call to Rusty.

  “Hannah, what’s wrong? You look really worked up,” Rusty said, after taking one look at her face. “Are you alright?”

  “Yes. No. I don’t know. I’m just so frustrated.” She stomped a foot and tossed her bag onto the dining room table. “It’s just… I must be stupid or something. I can’t find a way to do it. It just isn’t working.”

  “What’s not working?”

  “Everything. Nothing. I don’t know. And the stupid President isn’t helping either. Why can’t he just admit that the GM Hybrid is the problem? Why can’t he tell people about the terminator gene and the fact that it is going to make people gray and sterile instead of lying about everything?”

  “I understand,” Rusty responded.

  “Do you understand, Rusty? Does anybody understand? Does the President understand? Does someone among his advisors understand? We’re not playing with a small problem here; we’re talking about something that has the potential to wipe out the entire human race. Maybe the humans are stupid enough to be wiped out, but we’re wiping out the animals too.”

  “The President understands, Hannah.”

  “Then why doesn’t he just tell the truth!”

  “Because, sometimes the whole truth is just more harmful than only pieces of it,” he said.

  “What could be more harmful than wiping out the entire human population?”

  “You have a valid point.” Rusty’s own complicity in the President’s dishonesty was weighing heavy on his mind and he stared at his feet as he listened to her. “I’m caught in the middle Hannah. I understand both points of view. I want to bring President James around to your way of thinking, I really do. I just can’t figure out how. Help me come up with something that’ll prove to him beyond a doubt that he should do that, and I’ll take it to him. If he doesn’t listen then, well, then we’ll know that he’s got a different agenda…”

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  Clemson, SC

  Mon, March 15, 2021

  Clemson University Forensic Genetics Lab

  The following Monday morning, Hannah went to the lab with a purpose in mind. In an effort to convince Rusty to do something, or get President James to do something, she and the team worked up a model that showed what they thought the U.S. population would look like in the future as a direct result of their doing nothing.

  First, they needed a base-line. In 2017 the U.S. had a population of about 300 million. It was the third most populated country, China being the first and India being second. The U.S. had the highest population growth rate anywhere. Births per woman 15-44 years of age were traditionally considered the factor that controlled population.

  In 2018 there were about 4 million births and 2.4 million deaths, yielding a net population increase of 1.6 million. Adjusted population estimate: 301.6 million.

  In 2019 due to the good news of having world hunger solved, there were about 5 million births and 2.4 million deaths, yielding a net population increase of 2.6 million. Adjusted population estimate: 304.2 million.

  In 2020 there were about 4 million births and 3 million deaths, yielding a net population increase of 1 million. Adjusted population estimate: 305.2 million.

  Based upon historical data and trends, plus their best educated guess of how the GG-Factor would affect them, Hannah’s team then put together a projection of how they felt those trends would change, over time.

  In mid-2021 the gray births would start in humans. If the team had this figured out correctly, each woman would only ever have one GG-Factor influenced birth in the future. The bodily fluid contact from the baby growing within her would change her well beyond the 51% involvement thresh-hold by the time that the baby was born. For her, there would be no others. It would be hard on her body bearing such a child. Many would die from it. Other women, upon seeing this happen, would be thinking twice before taking the chance of becoming pregnant.

  The team figured that 2021 would be a wash. There would be about 4 million births and about 4 million deaths (the additional ones attributed to child birth). Adjusted population estimate: 305.2 million.

  In 2022 there would be only about 1 million births, yet 6 million deaths, due to pregnancy related issues, advanced aging (like the plants do) and because of illnesses advancing twice as fast as usual, yielding a net decrease of 5 million. 90% of all births would be reported as “grays”. Adjusted population estimate: 300.2 million. This would be the first year in recorded history that the U.S. population decreased in number, all because of the GG-Factor.

  In 2023 there would be slightly fewer than 1 million births and 9 million deaths, due mostly again to child-birth problems and advanced aging, yielding a net population decrease of 8 million. Adjusted population estimate: 292 million.

  In 2024 there would be 1/2 million births (98% reported gray) and 12 million deaths, yielding a net population decrease of 11.5 million. Adjusted population estimate: 280.5 million.

  In 2025 there would be 1/4 million births (99% reported gray) and 16 million deaths, yielding a net population decrease of 15.75 million. Adjuste
d population estimate: 264.75 million.

  In 2026 there would be insignificant births and 30 million deaths. Adjusted population estimate: 235 million.

  In 2027 there would be insignificant births and 60 million deaths. Adjusted population estimate: 175 million.

  In 2028 there would be insignificant births and 120 million deaths. Adjusted population estimate: 55 million. Of that population, 5 million are gray children that are strong and demand a lot of extra attention to control. 30 million are “old” and sick. There would no longer be enough people to maintain all public services and utilities. All military personnel and U.S. citizens living abroad would have to be called home. Other countries would be having a worse time of it. Without the U.S. military policing the world, weaker countries would begin to fall apart.

  In 2029 almost certainly all of the normal human population of the U.S. would be dead, leaving a very few special cases scattered around the country. That would leave the 5 million grays that would for the most part be much less educated than normal. That would leave our country extremely vulnerable, and in shambles.

  All of this will most certainly take place, unless something drastic is done immediately.

  ~

  “Rusty, you’re not even going to believe this,” Hannah said, talking quickly, trying not to cry. “Can I talk freely? Nobody can hear this can they? Because, I have to tell something. Something awful…”

  “This is a secure connection. Nobody is going to hear. Whatcha got?”

  “I, we …” A tear rolled down her cheek. She couldn’t talk, so she just held up the paper in front of the camera on the laptop.

  Rusty’s face showed her his emotions as he read. He went from disbelief to anger in about three seconds. “How accurate do you think this is?” he asked, quietly.