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remained silent. He had countered her doubts.
Everyone piled into the vehicle, apparently in deep thought as well. It seemed
to Iris the more the team investigated, the more questions arose.
M ITCHELL
STAYED by Iris’s side until the
team left. “Iris, I think you have some questions. I can read it on your face.
Perhaps, you still doubt what happened tonight to be extraterrestrial. If you
still do, I wouldn’t blame you. You’ve been conditioned.”
Iris bristled. “Ah, can you please explain what you’ve
just said? Are you implying I’ve been brainwashed?”
“Yes, but not just you. The entire world’s population has
been under a government spell for decades. Despite how believable tonight’s
events seem, someone in a government position will now counter it.”
“How-how can they counter it?” Iris said with a stammer.
She felt frightened and angry. She was angry because Mitchell knew her father
worked a government job, the one where most things were declassified and no
family members were ever privy to what their loved ones really did for a
living.
“Are you talking disinformation?”
“Yes, that’s one avenue. But they have other means
to counter events that seem to prove alien existence. For example, there might
be soon news of another crop circle. Only this time, it will clearly be ruled
as a hoax. Maybe the circle’s makers will come forward and admit it. Maybe a
tape will be made and experts will find computer alterations. Sometimes, their
methods are simple. They will use distraction. Some poor SOB politician will be
accused of a sex scandal. Just wait, Iris. In no more than a day’s time, some
news story will be concocted to trump this sighting.” He was still seated in
his parked vehicle. He gripped the wheel tighter. “I’m trying to control my
emotions on this. I try to tell myself that this is just what they do. I’m trying to accept it.” She observed his forced smile. This man was serious with a
capital S.
“I can understand why you want to keep the dial a secret.
But I just wish we could find out its origins sooner than later. I can’t in
good conscience tell my clients to come back to their home when I believe the
spirit still resides there. I don’t even feel right charging them because
they’re paying for a hotel. But I don’t know what else to do.” She raised her
right hand and balled it into a fist. “So you see, Mitchell, I’m just as angry
and frustrated. But I’m trying my best not to let my team see me like this.”
Mitchell placed his hand on her shoulder. “It’s late. I
better let you get to bed.”
Iris felt a tingle at his touch. It was a type of
electricity she had only felt when with Ron. It was a complicated stimulus, not
entirely explainable by sexual or mental attraction. Possibly it was both.
“Still mad?” he asked.
Iris turned her head away and smiled. She wished she
could tell him why she blushed. She wasn’t angry anymore; she was embarrassed
because she couldn’t stop visualizing Mitchell in bed with her. She forced
herself to put the conversation back on course.
“Actually, how do you handle people that disagree with
you? I know government cover-ups absolutely freaking bug the shit out of you.
But how do you deal with someone like me? Because you’re right—despite
all I’ve seen tonight, I’m still a skeptic when it comes to aliens.”
“I have mandated a rule. It’s called: Mitchell’s
requisite. It goes like this. If you disagree with me, that’s your right. But
it’s not your right to invalidate my argument. In other words, I won’t accept
you calling me foolish or wrong. It’s based on numbers. If two people disagree,
then each can only be 50 percent correct in their assumption. If four people
are involved, and two are at odds with the others’ findings, then each can only
be 25 percent right. As you can see, as the numbers of people engaged in the
disagreement grows, the percentage any one person can be
Everyone piled into the vehicle, apparently in deep thought as well. It seemed
to Iris the more the team investigated, the more questions arose.
M ITCHELL
STAYED by Iris’s side until the
team left. “Iris, I think you have some questions. I can read it on your face.
Perhaps, you still doubt what happened tonight to be extraterrestrial. If you
still do, I wouldn’t blame you. You’ve been conditioned.”
Iris bristled. “Ah, can you please explain what you’ve
just said? Are you implying I’ve been brainwashed?”
“Yes, but not just you. The entire world’s population has
been under a government spell for decades. Despite how believable tonight’s
events seem, someone in a government position will now counter it.”
“How-how can they counter it?” Iris said with a stammer.
She felt frightened and angry. She was angry because Mitchell knew her father
worked a government job, the one where most things were declassified and no
family members were ever privy to what their loved ones really did for a
living.
“Are you talking disinformation?”
“Yes, that’s one avenue. But they have other means
to counter events that seem to prove alien existence. For example, there might
be soon news of another crop circle. Only this time, it will clearly be ruled
as a hoax. Maybe the circle’s makers will come forward and admit it. Maybe a
tape will be made and experts will find computer alterations. Sometimes, their
methods are simple. They will use distraction. Some poor SOB politician will be
accused of a sex scandal. Just wait, Iris. In no more than a day’s time, some
news story will be concocted to trump this sighting.” He was still seated in
his parked vehicle. He gripped the wheel tighter. “I’m trying to control my
emotions on this. I try to tell myself that this is just what they do. I’m trying to accept it.” She observed his forced smile. This man was serious with a
capital S.
“I can understand why you want to keep the dial a secret.
But I just wish we could find out its origins sooner than later. I can’t in
good conscience tell my clients to come back to their home when I believe the
spirit still resides there. I don’t even feel right charging them because
they’re paying for a hotel. But I don’t know what else to do.” She raised her
right hand and balled it into a fist. “So you see, Mitchell, I’m just as angry
and frustrated. But I’m trying my best not to let my team see me like this.”
Mitchell placed his hand on her shoulder. “It’s late. I
better let you get to bed.”
Iris felt a tingle at his touch. It was a type of
electricity she had only felt when with Ron. It was a complicated stimulus, not
entirely explainable by sexual or mental attraction. Possibly it was both.
“Still mad?” he asked.
Iris turned her head away and smiled. She wished she
could tell him why she blushed. She wasn’t angry anymore; she was embarrassed
because she couldn’t stop visualizing Mitchell in bed with her. She forced
herself to put the conversation back on course.
“Actually, how do you handle people that disagree with
you? I know government cover-ups absolutely freaking bug the shit out of you.
But how do you deal with someone like me? Because you’re right—despite
all I’ve seen tonight, I’m still a skeptic when it comes to aliens.”
“I have mandated a rule. It’s called: Mitchell’s
requisite. It goes like this. If you disagree with me, that’s your right. But
it’s not your right to invalidate my argument. In other words, I won’t accept
you calling me foolish or wrong. It’s based on numbers. If two people disagree,
then each can only be 50 percent correct in their assumption. If four people
are involved, and two are at odds with the others’ findings, then each can only
be 25 percent right. As you can see, as the numbers of people engaged in the
disagreement grows, the percentage any one person can be
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