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“Our findings are accurate and undeniable. The people in the program remember who they are. They’re having memories of this world, while they’re living in that one. It’s having a real psychological impact on them. Most are coming out with split personalities; some have to be sent straight to the psych ward as soon as they wake up. About eighty-five percent of the people in there are showing adverse effects in one way or another. I suggest we shut it down until it’s been fixed.” The young man hands the file over to his superior, taking a minute to see if what he said had any impact.
“The program works, Mitch. Your one study doesn’t change that fact. Besides, what would you have us do? Open the jails back up, instill the death penalty again? Those people deserve a second chance at life and the program affords them that opportunity.” The older gentleman hands the file back to Mitch and turns to walk away. Mitch grabs his arm to halt his exit.
“There are volunteers in there, Sir that chose the no out option. They thought it was just gonna be a few hours, but some of them have been in there for years. Shouldn’t they be pulled out at least? They paid with their own money for Christ’s sake.” Mitch looks up at his superior, hoping that at least this suggestion would be taken to heart.
“I see no reason to pull them out. They did pay extra for that option, Mitch. How do you think they’d feel if we pulled them out before they got what they paid for? No, I think the program is going to stay exactly as it is.” The older gentleman looks pointedly at Mitch before he turns and walks away.
He was never gonna listen anyway. Mitch puts the folder under his arm and walks back to his work station. He pulls out the business card that he’d been handed awhile ago and looks at the name on the front: Sara G. Josem, Ph.D. I should have listened to you in the first place, Sara. He pulls out his phone and dials her cell. No response. Looking at the card, he sees a second number and dials that.
“Hello? Can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m trying to get a hold of Sara, is she available?”
“Sara is out of the office currently; can I take a message for you?”
“I am one of the programmers here at the Bauyer institute. She recently gave me her card and said to call her if I needed anything.”
“Sara’s not here, but her husband is. Unfortunately he doesn’t like to do things over the phone, but he would be happy to speak with you this afternoon, if you could stop by around… four?”
“Would Sara be back at that time? I really need to speak with her.”
“Um, I’m not sure, she could be. But if you’re calling about their current research, her husband’s been working very closely on the same project and would be more then capable of answering any questions you may have.”
Mitch pauses a moment to weigh his options. If Sara’s husband is working on the same project, then he must know why Mitch is trying to contact her. Right now, Mitch just needs someone to confirm his findings, and maybe help him get the word out. He knows Sara is willing, but, would her husband be? He decides that the information is too important not to take a chance. “I can make it by four. What is Mr. Josem’s first name if you would be so kind?”
“Michael, Michael Josem.”
Sara and Michael. Why did he feel these names were so important?