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SNAKE OIL
By Doctor What
Chapter Five
If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to. – Dorothy Parker
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February 7, 2017
Travis O'Rear walked into his apartment and, with a loud sigh, threw off his backpack. It fell to the floor with an immense thump, spilling forth a few philosophy and political science textbooks from its open flap.
Kicking off his sneakers, he walked over to the mini-fridge and opened it up, grabbing his last beer.
As he cracked open the beer, he suddenly noticed that there was a foul and mysterious odor permeating the apartment.
What the HELL is that smell?
Could it be the dirty laundry?
Travis checked it. While it was certainly…ripe…it wasn’t that.
Sneakers?
Travis –very carefully—took a whiff of the sneakers.
Ok, Travis—you definitely need new sneakers for sure—but that wasn’t it.
Fridge? Maybe some food I left in there went bad?
Travis checked the fridge—then realized what an idiot he was.
In order for food to go bad in the fridge, there had to BE food in the fridge! All that was in there was a bottle of ketchup.
It seems to be coming from the…back of the sofa?
Hey—what the hell? So THAT’S where the last slice of pizza went!
Mmmm…..pizza….could really go for one right about now…
Ok—I’ll buy one soon—but first I gotta check out the board!
Travis walked down the corridor into his bedroom.
He hadn’t cleaned the bedroom since moving in last September and starting his first year at Baylor University. Not for the first time, Travis was annoyed at how quickly he had become a typical slobish student. I used to be a clean person. I used to make hospital corners. Now I don't even change the sheets anymore. The living room was actually considered ‘clean’ compared to what awaited any guest who walked into his bedroom.
Not that there’s any danger of that happening any time soon thought Travis, his face reddening a bit at the thought.
Shaking the thought away and sipping his beer, Travis sat down in front of his computer and logged onto his favorite – well – only forum he hanged out on.
It took only a few seconds for him to type in his password and log in as his username - TrustNo1.
In a matter of seconds, the page loaded up and he quickly scanned through the main page.
Conspiracy Forums
Current Events Warning: The End is Here by BillJustBill today 7:11 AM
Social Engineering Is VISA the 666 Mark? by IamNomad today 11:15 AM
NWO Operatives Oprah’s child sex-slave cult by Nite-Sister today 5:12 AM
9/11, 7/7 & “War on Terror” Cheney’s Secret Diary by truther today 12:01 PM
Area 51 & Secret Bases Pine Gap Underground Entry? by MistressDraka today 1:14 PM
Lost Civilizations Humans & Dinosaurs together? by Doctor What today 11:45 AM
Paranormal & Unexplained I think my friend works for Satan by BubbuClinton today 3:22 AM
Aliens & UFOs Are the Visitors lying???? by LoneGunman today 2:59 PM
Science & Environment HAARP, Chemtrails and Water Pri... by GirlsGoFishing today 11:59 AM
Historical Conspiracies The truth about Lincoln Assassin... by deepthought today 12:07 PM
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Chat Who’s hotter—Wilma or Betty? by Barbara99 today 5:52 AM
Introductions Hi! I’m Ian! by aliengirl today 6:45 PM
Conspiracy Singles -- Find love! Looking for a lesbian with big... by Doctor What today 2:17 AM
Currently Active Users aliengirl, Anonymous Coward, Anti-Skeptic, Aradia, ArtBellFan, Baba Yaga, Barbara99, BillJustBill, blackhelicopter, Boris III, BubbuClinton, CigaretteSmokingMan, Communist Gangster, Cypher, DarkMan, deepthought, Doctor What, EatsCrayons, Evolved Reptoid, Hagbard Celine, IamNomad, Ice-9, IwasProbed, Jack D. Ripper, JennaJamesonLives, Killuminati, LibertyLobbyist, LoneGunman, LooseYourMind, MajorUrsa, Megatron, Minka, MistressDraka, Nite-Sister, Number 6, OtterBoy, Robert Anton Wilson, soylent blue, Sovereign Citizen, SpankDMonkey, TemplarKnight, Terence McKenna, Tiffany Susan Pompoms, truebeliever, TrustNo1, UbberGeek, Ulick Varange, Warehouse23
Travis raised an eyebrow quizzically as he read the title of the latest thread in the UFO section.
Shrugging his shoulders, he clicked on the Are the Visitors lying???? thread.
Looking back years later, Travis would always wonder how a simple act like clicking a mouse would alter his entire life forever.
02/07/2017 The Visitors are
NOT doing this for altruistic reasons. They have an agenda. Our elected
officials have SOLD out our countries to get all the goodies from them. The
butcher’s bill will come soon and there will be a reckoning. Pffft! Paranoia.netters are like Conspiracy.net4Kidz At 14:58:41,
OtterBoy wrote: Travis stared at the messages for a moment, pondering whether or not he should join into the thread. Shrugging his shoulders, he started typing.
At 15:03:12,
TrustNo1 wrote: Tried taking to the media! They said that the tape was too ‘poor quality’ for use! ::mad:: At 15:07:35,
OtterBoy wrote: Can’t clean it up? At 15:08:33,
Cypher wrote: Cause my friend wasn’t suppose to have that phone with him! He smuggled it in and then he illegally recorded a conversation between some bigwigs! You have ANY idea how much his ass can be fried if he comes forward? Shit—even if nobody believes him just the fact that he comes forward with this story means that he’s fucked beyond all comprehension. Goodbye cushy job—goodbye pension—hello being charged with breaking about a zillion govt regs! That’s of course he doesn’t have an unfortunate ‘accident’ beforehand. The only reason I even have this tape is because he changed his mind and now wants nothing to do with it and I paid him 500 bucks for it on the condition that it never gets traced back to him.
Don’t believe me? Fine! But look around you sheeple! You can see all kinds of bits and pieces of the TRUTH out there! It’s a big puzzle but if you’re smart enough you can put it all together! At 15:13:35,
OtterBoy wrote: What pieces? What else is there? At 15:14:09, The
Big Bad Admin wrote:
Tor is a network
of proxy servers, with the enhancement that it's even harder to track where a
message came from. Whenever I notice someone signing on through an obvious
proxying service I summarily ban them, since it's 90% likely they're a troll and
there is no legitimate need to post to this site through a proxy.
At 15:14:29,
TrustNo1 wrote: At 15:15:29,
aliengirl wrote:
Travis leaned back in his chair, a mixture of emotions filling his head.
Ok—Cypher was clearly a bit weird. Still—he seemed to be so sure. Maybe…
A pop-up appeared on Travis’ screen.
You have received a Personal Message from Cypher
What?
Travis clicked on the link. Seconds later a message popped up.
Only have a few minutes before that idiot Admin’s banning messes up the PM system for me.
You are the only person I’ve met who even semi-believes me.
Here’s the audio file—plus a few other odds and ends I’ve scraped together –scanned documents, newspaper clippings, e-mails, etc – that show that there’s more than meets the eye with these ‘alien benefactors’.
And that our illustrious ‘leaders’ KNOW them to be the scum that they are.
It’s not much—but it’s a start.
As for me—going to try a few more boards—but I don’t think I’ll get much more luck. Everyone seems to have fallen for the whole ‘Visitors are Our Friends’ BS.
Probably leaving a trail like crazy. Tried my best to hide it but you and I both know that you can’t hide from the government forever, eh?
Guess it’s time for me to find a nice quiet spot somewhere and hope that they don’t find me.
Good luck kid—keep the faith.
Keep digging.
The TRUTH is out there!
Believe.
- Cypher
Travis raised an eyebrow in confusion.
His story couldn’t be true…could it? I mean—the Visitors have been giving us all kinds of stuff.
Still—what was it he said about the Visitors being like Walmart?
Would you like to download the file? Yes or No?
Travis hesitated.
Cypher HAD to be nuts. Right? RIGHT? This was probably a virus or something…
Unless he spoke the truth…
For one long moment, Travis continued to hesitate.
Then he clicked ‘Yes’.
File downloading.
Download complete.
Travis clicked on the link—and listened to the tape –and read the documents.
Two hours later, Travis listened to the audio file for the thirty-seventh time and examined every square inch of the documents he printed out. He cross-referenced the newspaper clipping with stuff he found on the web and cross-referenced the documents –mostly pertaining to shipping and manufacturing orders of a wide assortment of materials and raw materials – and cross-referenced the names he read on the e-mails.
It was pretty thin.
The audio was crap—but there was quite a bit of discussion on it—and some of the voices were vaguely familiar.
The shipping and manufacturing orders checked out –but so what?
The e-mail names matched with various companies.
It was thin.
Very thin.
But still…
There was…something…there.
It wasn’t much – but some of the pieces came together in a way that made you go hmmmmm….
For the very first time in a very long time, Travis felt…alive.
He believed.
He believed….
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