I thought I would draw a little attention to an innocent article from the USA Today. I think the article, and some additional information, and a brief excerpt from Fishing for Light are a perfect opportunity to focus on the satires themes. I know some of the reviewers have found the satire a bit ‘wacky’ for their tastes, which I think is fair enough. But if you take a journey with me down this blog post, I think you’ll find the information useful for your everyday life, and I think you’ll begin to notice how our governments continue to creep into our every nook and cranny.
‘Pentagon, scientists closing in on rapid DNA technology’
I provided a brief excerpt from Fishing for Light, the beginning of Chapter 3. The IRS agents are bit, cliché, on purpose, but I did create on point names for the agents, as in, Machiavelli and Prince. If you have not read the work, The Prince, by Niccolo di Bernardo dei Machiavelli, you might not get the satirical undercurrent for these characters. I like the reference so much, here is a link from Biography.com: http://www.biography.com/people/niccol%C3%B2-machiavelli-9392446
And just so you realize people really do buy and sell human DNA over the internet, I think the below link might surprise you.
I hate to make the story elements obvious, which I think they are, but for my purposes to draw attention to an issue, I want to ‘tell’ and not ‘show’ the serious themes that swim beneath the story undercurrent. I’ll pose a question, and I wonder what responses I’ll get, if any, but here goes.
If you gave a nice policeman at a DUI roadblock a swab from inside your mouth, you had not been drinking, you were being a good, law abiding citizen, what would, and could they do with your DNA?
Down the interstate highway system, as Eddie sipped bland coffee, inside an innocuous steel building within Nashville’s light industrial warehouse district, a secret IRS unit toiled. Reflected hellish lamp light splashed across Agent Prince’s freckled face. He swiftly picked up his office phone.
“Prince?” Agent Machiavelli asked.
“I think I’ve got the type perp you’ve been looking for,” Agent Prince said as he steamrolled his pudgy fingers through his buzz cut red hair.
“Why? Hold that thought,” Agent Machiavelli said. Agent Prince watched him strut from his supervisor’s desk from the center of the open floor planned cube world, acknowledging a few subordinate agents. He shifted in behind Agent Prince. “What’s up?”
“I noticed him, name is, ah, Calhoun, first name, Jim Bob.”
“Fake name, who names their kid Jim Bob?” Agent Machiavelli said. He snorted. “That’s just cruel.”
Agent Prince peeked up at his devilishly calculating boss.
“The guy’s been selling autographed items, and believe it or not, athletic supporters on WePay,” Agent Prince said.
“Now that’s bizarre,” Agent Machiavelli said. He grinned. “I guess it would make sense, organic material.”
“I cross-referenced him and investigated. He has used his credit card, just last week, he purchased a home theater system, and had a lot of on-line, ah, activity.”
“So?” Agent Machiavelli said. He chuckled. “You’re such a rookie, calm down, I’ve been at this for a longtime, don’t get your emotions involved, clouds your judgment.”
“It’s true, that’s what got my attention,” Agent Prince said. He shrugged. “But he’s not unique, Scarletto Johnsonvillia, that Italian beauty queen. She blew her nose on the Jay Leonardo TV show. They auctioned the tissue on WePay, I think they got several grand for it.”
“Yeah, we checked that out, before your time,” Agent Machiavelli said. “It’s creepy, it’s not illegal, yet. Higher ups are lobbying to control buying and selling of all human organic material, but nobody messes with the IRS, we’ll keep these or this bumpkin under control.”