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     "They kill them like cattle for that’s what they are now. Nothing more than packaged meat on grocery store shelves,” Frank Nalls frantically spoke. His forehead glistened with beads of sweat, and his brown eyes were wide and constantly shifting around the room. It didn’t take a genius to know that this man was shit-scared for some reason. Damned by his need to tell something of importance while knowing in his gut he shouldn’t sit in one place for too long. His eyes continued that wild dance in their sockets as he spoke again.

     “Let me ask you, how's that burger you're eating, sir?  How was the steak your wife made for dinner the other night?  How you, her and your children all delighted in it's taste as you spoke of your days over the meal,” Finally his pupils came to rest in a forward looking stare.

     "Mr. Nalls I’m not quite following you, and I’m really not seeing a point behind your questioning," Time journalist Richard Pierce replied with agitation ringing in his tone. Pierce shook his head thinking here was just another nut job wasting his time. He took his frustrations out on the cheeseburger he’d brought along to the interview. The lettuce was crisp and fresh, and a perfect match for the juice that oozed from the patties of hamburger.

     "They're but simple questions from a simple man, Sir.  So how is it?" Nalls was intent on getting answers to the questions he'd asked.

     Though becoming more annoyed by the second, Pierce reasoned it best to humor the weird bastard sitting across from his. But he wouldn’t for long. If this didn’t start getting good, or just start going towards something he was out the door. On his way down to the burger joint for some more heaven between buns. And with a little luck, Sarah, the babysitter would still be sitting for Nikki when he got home.

     Pierce’s mouth began to water at the thought of that sixteen year old piece of meat he’d bent over on his bed many a night. His wife Susan worked long hours at her firm, leaving Pierce to relive days of teenage fuckdom. God, the feel, the smells, the sounds, all were spectacular, especially the sound of Sarah calling him daddy. The thoughts were getting dangerous, his cock becoming taught in his jeans as he thought of sending Sarah home with a newly developed walking problem. Pierce straightened himself up and cleared his thought. He sat the burger down and smiled. Hopefully not too long before he could get home and put an approval stamp right between two round, juicy, American teenager buns.

     His mind was still a little ways in Sarah’s panties as he finally answered Nall’s question.

     "The burger is good as it always is every time I order it. My wife didn't cook a steak the other day, and it is none of your concern whether I have children,” Pierce replied sharply, cutting back to the chase; the fluid racing in his testicles speeding him along. “Now if there are no further questions could we get down to the reason why we are here?  You told me you had important information to share.  Information that would be the news of the century."

     "Not of the century, of the millennium!" Nalls corrected. "What I am about to tell you is monumental Mr. Pierce! Something that could appall the Devil himself.  Before I do however, you might want to put that burger down.”

     Pierce rolled his eyes as he picked up the burger, taking a bite that was half fueled by defiance and half by hunger.

     "I am hungry Mr. Nalls, and now if you don’t mind can we please begin?"  Once again Pierce placed the burger on the table, and snatched up a ball point pen.

     From the leather carrying bag at his side he grabbed his legal pad. When he was all set he glanced towards Mr. Nalls and nodded his head. Pierce put the pen to the paper; anxiously awaiting what he hoped would be his big ticket in journalism hall of fame, and not just the deranged fiction of some animal activist vegetarian guru.

     "Well Mr. Pierce I only hope your stomach can handle the thought that you are what you eat," Nalls replied and then began his story.

     "Not long ago the cattle across the globe started contracting mad cow disease at a rate that couldn't be controlled.  Then, to make matters worse disaster struck with chickens in the form of bird flu.  The oceans weren't without their share of problems either.  Global warming was melting the polar ice caps and the balance of fresh water and salt disrupted the eco system of the oceans."

     Pierce wrote this out on the notepad.  Only when his pen stopped scratching across the paper did Nalls continue.

     "Governments across the globe were worried that news of these catastrophes would leak to the public, something it deemed would be disastrous if ever was found out.  What could they do though?  Soon cattle would have to be considered a biological hazard and chicken the same.  So to keep it all under wraps they had to find an alternative.  If not to fish and chicken then at least to beef.”

     “Wait, what do you mean alternative?” Pierce said, feeling the baffled look he was displaying.

     “Please, let me get through this Mr. Pierce, “Nalls begged, his eyes dancing madly again and the sweat running ever quicker now. He knew he was saying something that was life threatening, and he knew it was his life he was threatening.

     “All eyes turned towards science for an answer, and low and behold they had one too. Stem cell research was introduced to the fold.  It would keep their asses out of the sling and an unknowing world would never know the difference.  In the mean time beef had to be supplied."

     “Let me ask Mr. Pierce; are you familiar with “A Modest Proposal” by Jonathan Swift?” Pierce asked.

     “Indeed I am,” Pierce replied. “He reasoned to help Ireland’s economy and problem with peasants it should sell and eat infants. I find it a very appalling read much like many others over time."

     “Yes, at first glance it is terrible. Yet, Swift was using cannibalism as a veil for clever satire towards the rich class of Ireland and their indifference to the poor peoples.” Nalls spoke matter-of-factly. “Swift didn’t mean and never would’ve condoned such an act, it was all meant to be irony. Perhaps though, the true irony of this literature didn’t appear until just recently, centuries after being conceived.”

     “Okay, you’re losing me Mr. Nalls. What’s the irony here?”

     “The irony Pierce is that Swift’s proposal was not meant to be taken seriously, but we have recently taken him up on the offer.”

     Pierce's pen came to a halt and a nervous laugh escaped his throat. "If you’re saying what I think you’re saying. No. There’s no way. You’ve gotta be joking.”

     "I wish I were joking but I am being deadly honest with you Mr. Pierce.  In recent years children between five and eight years old were shipped in large quantities across the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans.  Either their parents had not the money to provide for them or the government had decreed a limit of children per household and these poor tots were guilty of being born too late.  Whatever the reason, they were kept and raised to curb this growing problem."

     "My God you mean these children were being butchered to keep beef on shelves?" Pierce asked wide eyed.  He found he couldn't even write anymore he was so wrapped up in this apocalyptic unveiling of global conspiracy.

     "Oh it gets worse.  Much, much worse," Nalls assured him and continued onward. At this Pierce swallowed hard.

     "There arose another problem in the form of too high of a demand and too little of a supply of these children.  Science was having no luck with cattle in the department of stem cells.  In the US it came to a point when illegal immigrants were deported to meat factories rather than back across the border.  There came a breakthrough.  Stem cell research was able to produce a human life, a child.  Like wildfire this success spread across the world.  Now we could grow, like crops, human meat.  Oh, but to keep a civilized side to the equation the cells for brain growth were made retarded so the child would never know of its real purpose in life. To satisfy the stomachs of ours."

     Pierce sat horrified unable to find his voice.  His stomach churned violently and a cold sweat was rolling down his face. This was horrific, this was sadistic, and in his favor this was huge!

     Nalls continued with his account of human savagery. "The children were cared for and raised until the age of five and then they were shipped off to top secret slaughterhouses and packaging plants.  It was the first wave of having to wait five years that was the hardest part, but thanks to science this brutal harvest now happens at a steady rate everyday.  Human crops are actually a big seller now in today’s economy. Having their hand in the government pocket more so than the big oil tycoons."

     There came an unsettling silence in the small room in which the two men sat.  Pierce, trying to get his mind to wrap around what he’d just heard.

     "I must now tell you the truth of who I really am Mr. Pierce," the sudden return of noise making Richard jump a little.

     "I'm not a factory worker at a meat plant.  I happen to be one of the scientists that were responsible for finding a solution to the plight of a carnivorous world.  I didn't want to, I'm not a monster but I was already in way over my head. I break my silence now to you because these ungodly acts must be punished.  The public must know of this, it's the only way.  It rests on you and me to see that that happens.

     "Suspicion might be raised if I remain out of contact much longer.  Thank you Sir and good luck. May God be with you."

     At that Nalls hurriedly left the room leaving Richard Pierce alone.  He sat his pen down onto the notepad and brought the cigarette pack that'd been calling him from his pocket.  The sound of his cell phone ringing not jarring him one bit for he knew it was coming.

     He flipped the device open and brought it to his ear.  A voice spoke from the other end, "we've spotted him leaving the building. Our men are on their way to retrieve him at his house.  So how was it?"

     "Oh you know, the usual shit. Only seeing how he's one of the minds behind it all he had a few juicier details to add to it. I should've been an actor the way I have these sorry fucks believing I'm a real journalist. So about my money?"  Pierce spoke into the cell phone.

     "Seeing his role in it all you'll get a little more than your standard fee.  You'll find it's already been wired into your account.  Also, we've sent a few more names your way of guys who might be of danger to the secrecy of our operation.  As usual, get in touch with them and see if they're loyal or cattle that needs to be put out to the pasture."

     "Since when does the government have a sense of humor?" replied Pierce.

     "We don’t."  At this phone clicked on the other end.

     “If that isn’t the damned truth,” Pierce smirked as he pushed in his home phone number, crossing his fingers to hear the voice he hoped for. From the other end came the voice of a young girl and immediately his excitement along with other things gave a little jump.

     Sarah told him that Susan had phoned and said it would be a few more hours before she would be home. Pierce told her he was on his way home, with just one stop to make along the way. When he told her to put Nikki to bed gave an ecstatic reply that she would. Even further, when he told her to be waiting naked in his bed she gave am erotic giggle and hung up the phone.

     Pierce shoved the notepad and pens into his bag. His face was burning with lust, already visions of Sarah’s energetic and rejuvenating sex played before his eyes. He licked his lips; god knew he was hungry to bury his face between those silky, smooth legs of hers. Wait, god knew he was just plain hungry as well.

     There it was, right where he had left it, a double stacked cheeseburger with lettuce and mayo, half eaten. He lifted the now cold cheeseburger to his anxiously waiting mouth and took an enormous bite from it.