Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2013 15:09:27 -0700
From: Todd todd <futureslave@hotmail.com>
Subject: CIA chapter 8

"What happened to this boy?" I asked... as I tilted my head towards the
monitor showing the naked 13 year old boy.  The image of the poor kid had
been left in the most preverse of all the positions.  He was on his back
with legs pulled back over his head.  His legs were held in place by the
restraints on his ankles.  The result was his feet were well spread apart
above his head so his asshole was showing. "He died..."  the words brought
me out of my trace like state like a shot.  I was thinking - poor kid -
they did this to him every month.  I was also thinking - these guys are
bastards to do this to a kid.  All I could see was how innocent he looked.
He was so small, so thin, ginger and pale.  But then - like a car crash -
came the words "he's dead".  What a shame I thought.  The Doc continued not
knowing the instant emotions he had just conjured up in me. He was
Irish... but you'll be Scottish."  "If he was Irish, why wouldn't you just
keep me as Irish? Or... why can't I be an American?  I know more about
America than I do Scotland.  I won't be tripped up as easily if someone
asks me historical questions" I rightly pointed out? "aw well it's all very
complicated, let's just leave it at that..." the Doc said trying to
shutdown the line of questioning.  "You know if this is going to be my life
from now on... I should have the right to know" I insisted.

"You know you DONT actually have that right... ...you KNOW that dont you?
It's been explained to you; repeatedly - you dont have any rights... and
everything is on a need-to-know basis" The Doc said in factual mode of
protest.  There was silence, and when he looked up, he saw I was staring at
him.  I acknowledged his notice of me staring at him by slightly leaning my
head to the right - as if saying - well? "ah..., ok" the Doc said knowing
it was going to be harder to avoid the question than it was going to be to
answer it.  Well a Scottish boy, of similar looks to the Irish boy in those
images, just died a few weeks ago.  We got to his body before anyone else;
so no one knows he died.  We are in the midst of creating a backstory, that
rather than him dying, that he was captured by some rich american and
turned into a sex slave.  So it's the Scottish boy's identity that we will
have you assume, not the Irish boy's identity" the Doc explained.  I asked
"so why not the Irish boy, who's pictures I saw, wouldn't that be better?
"No" said the Doc, "because the Irish boy died many years ago and he was
already 18 when he died so we couldn't make that into a story.  So! you
will look like the Irish boy; but will assume the identity of the Scottish
boy.  Dont worry we will download the Scottish boy's entire childhood in
your memory; so dont worry about having anyone trip you up." finished the
Doc.  Looking back at the image I asked the Doc "he was unconscious for all
of these pictures right?"  Yes the Doc said, just like you were...  ...You
dont remember the intake center do you?  The Doc asked.  I thought to my
self for a second.  Now that I know about what happened at the "intake
center" it explained the weird dreams I had had through the years, but I
never thought that it was real.  Since I hadn't answered the Doc he took it
that I hadn't remembered.  Rather than all of the sudden claim I had
remembered a little - I chose to remain silent - rather than have him think
I was lying.  But now I thought - I bet that kid had those same dreams.
The Doc mistakenly then claimed "neither did he.  I think the Doc knew I
was feeling sad for the boy.  "So why are his eyes open in that image?" I
asked.  We control everything with those probes; event the muscles around
the eyes.  Why are they so green?  I asked back.  Well its sort of related
to the red hair and skin color as I explained before.  Relative to the eyes
there are five gene pairs that control eye color. His bey 2 gene on
chromosome 15 contains blue allele.  On chromosome pair 19 the gey gene
contains a green allele. He has a small amount of melanin in the front
layer of his iris along with the melanin in the back layer which causes his
blue eyes to appear green... The Doc finished.  What?  I said.  His eyes
are green because of his genes.  The Doc said.  "Yea but they are the most
brilliant green I have ever seen on a person!" I responded.  "Part of that
is the lighting, but I agree they are a beautiful color aren't they, and
his red hair is very red", replied the doc.  "We picked him mostly for that
reason.  Well get used to it, you're looking in a mirror" finished the Doc

Did you kill both of these boys just so I could assume their identities?
The Doc responded defensively "I didn't, no... they were both accidental
deaths.  The Irish boy was killed in a car accident.  The Scottish boy was
killed... playing... I think." the Doc said squinting and looking toward
the ceiling as he tried to recall what he was told "You don't think his
mother will be able to tell the difference between him and me?" I asked; as
if he was daft.  "Ummm... no... um, I have failed to explain this very
well" the Doc said "the people who knew the Scottish boy, that actually did
die dont, and never will know what happened to him.  They only know that he
disappeared. They dont know if he ran away, was kidnapped or who knows -
whatever.  The underground world on the other hand, when they research
where you came from, will be lead back to the Scottish boy's past.  They
and will assume that the the background story of an American who had the
boy kidnapped to be used is true."  the Doc finished his point.  I squinted
a little bit and asked incredulously "Are you trying to say that... in
America... that there are actually real child sex slaves?" I asked in
disbelief The Doc smiled and responded "yes there are a few people who have
one or two, but you're right there are not a lot here, maybe 40 or so, that
we know of.  The Doc answered soberly.  I responded in complete shock with
a demanding "Why dont you bust them? "Sorry that's a need-to-know
question... I have said too much, but suffice it to say, you will see there
is sex slavery all over the world, often including children.  And soon, you
will be one of them, and you will meet many more."  the Doc finished.

"So I will be a sex slave then?" I asked.  "No, no not exactly" the Doc
replied.  "A sex slave tends to be locked up in one place; usually in
someones home or compound.  That wouldn't work for our needs.  We need to
get you out in the world... and into places where Kim Jong-Un will see
you... and become interested in you.  He loves redheads, and he likes
pubescent boys in-and-around the age of 12 to 15 or 16.  He MIGHT find a
way to reach out to find you.  Perhaps he might try to procure you as a sex
slave, but that's too unpredictable, it might never happen; it's too hard
to know.  Even if we offered you for sale, or auctioned you off, he may not
be in the mood to buy.  Besides it's more risky for you, as he might try to
abduct you, which is dangerous for you and for our agents.  Instead we will
let it be known, that after the american no longer wanted you, because you
were going through puberty, that he sold you to another american to be
trained and used in the world of underground high stakes fighting" the Doc
finished.  So I wont be going back to Scotland to meet my supposed parents
or friends at all?"  I asked.  The Doc laughed a little and said "No his
relations will not know about the backstory, only the people in the network
will be able to find any of that out" You will become the Irish boy in
looks, but you will be assuming the Scottish boy's identity, does that make
sense?  No one from the normal world will ever know what happened to you"
the Doc went on.  "All they will know is that you were sold and trained to
fight for him in these international high stakes bouts.  His friends and
mother will never know that...  or even that he had actually died" the Doc
went on. I asked "how old was the Scottish boy? The Doc responded "you mean
when he died? ummm..., 8 or 9 I think".  I said "isn't that heartless? His
mother and father aren't they devastated that they dont know what happened
to their son?  How could you guys do that?  How did he die? I asked.  The
Doc looked at me bewildered and said "You know, I dont know, I was never
told, just that he was playing...  I was just told he died playing, but it
doesn't matter now does it?  Anyway the three years you are here being
trained will be when this supposedly kidnapped boy will supposedly be a sex
slave." the Doc went on.  "Fuck you guys are heartless fuckers", I said, in
a disgusted tone of complete disbelief.

"You know maybe its time for a reality check my friend.  Everyday people
die and everyday people disappear.  All sorts of people are sad and
distraught.  Every time a bomb is dropped women, and yes children, and
other innocent people are at risk.  They are often killed.  Some children
get their arm or leg blown off.  Or they see their mom or dad die right in
front of them.  Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Desden, war is a horrible thing, and
there are consequences; including innocents who suffer or die. There are a
lot fewer innocents that die now that we can surgically take out threats.
That's what you are, a scalpel, which we will use to prevent the mass
suffering.  But you will have to cut though healthy tissue to get to the
cancer.  But if you dont want to cut because you dont want to hurt the
harmless, then we can't get to the cancer to remove it, and many many more
people will suffer.  Imagine the suffering if Kim Jong-Un launches a
nuclear weapon and it lands on Seattle or Portland. A whole lot more
innocent men, women and children will suffer.  In fact they will suffer far
more on that day that anyone that you will harm in the process of
preventing him from being able to carry out that launch." The Doc finished
his rant, or so I thought.

But the Doc went on; as if to make the point even more ugly.  "If someone
asked you to torture and beat a group of 20 children.  And if you do that
sufficiently harshly that act will buy you the right to kill 10 other
children; and one of those other children will be Hitler.  Would you do it?
To stop Hitler, would you sacrifice 30 kids?" The Doc asked which was
followed by a lot of silence as he stared through my eyes into my
skull. "You're not so self-righteous all of the sudden eh? So... would you
would save 7 million people at the cost of 30 children" the Doc pressed his
advantage "Thats a horrible choice" I shot back to him in an angry tone
showing my anger that he would express such an option and put me at the
center of it in such brutal terms.  "NO if not a horrible choice at all!
Its a FUCKING jackpot!  Its a deal of deals!  The seven million Jews that
died in concentration camps, they died horrible deaths... some by torture
much worse than what you would have done, to just those 30.  Tell me, would
you do it without hesitation? the Doc kept drilling in for unconditional
surrender from me, and his arguments seemed sick, but sound, so for lack of
an argument back I surrendered!  "Yea... probably" I responded a bit
dejectedly.  Would you find a man who could get next to Hitler, because you
can make him exactly what Hitler wanted including doing horrible sadistic
acts, just to get him next to Hitler so he could kill Hitler?  The Doc
asked again driving home his point.  "Yea I get it, I get it, that someone
is me. I am expendable and so are other innocent people, I really do get
it" I just couldn't argue the point it was clear to quote a philosopher
"the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few".  "I get it" I said,
"I get it - I may not survive, I will have to do some bad shit, people are
going to get hurt.  But I get it, it's to save a lot of other people - I
get it - it doesn't make me happy but I FUCKING I get it - just lay off
OK?" I bit back.

I thought to myself I should change the subject.  The only thing I could
think of to change it to was - if I was so fucking god damned important why
do I keep being treated so badly.  So I decided to pour my indignation into
an indefensible line of questions.  "So if I am so fucking valuable why did
you let those fuckers on the plane almost let me freeze to death.  Why did
you let that one fucker pick my frozen ass up off of my seat and then drop
me drop me on my head with my hands cuffed behind me?  Can you explain
that?  I insisted on an answer.  "ah that" the Doc said softly, clearly
much more comfortable with this line of questions.  You are classified at a
level so so much more classified that they have a clearance for.  And they
dont they have a need to know so we let them believe you were and american
that had helped Al Qaeda.  Sorry but it was a necessity that they have some
sort of background story about you that they would believe and not be
curious about.  Besides the bump on your head is almost gone.  the Doc
finished.  I started adding up all of the components of what he had just
told me and asked loudly "Am I in Guantanamo?"  the Doc shook his head
softly as if to say he had revealed too much and said "I am afraid I cant
comment on where you are.  Sorry its on a need-to-know basis."  the Doc
retreated to his favorite pat answer.