The Mars Experience

"And, well, it is murder. But what else can we do?" the strange voice asks rhetorically, and asserts their dominance by taking yet another long, uninterrupted pause. "Besides, what Mrs. Dimitri is saying is all true. It would take us a lot of money, money we do not have, to get everyone back to their original health. Also, by the time people would believe us and not think it is yet another rumor spread by the media, it would be too late for most of them anyway. And, finally, everyone did sign a contract and it did state, in the last page, section 75.9 'We at TTSICA and The Mars Experience Headquarters ask that you please insure that the succeeding chemicals will not impair your health.' Then, after that, the chemicals. All of the chemicals we put in, Mrs. Wright and Dr. Caleb. I see no logical reason why we shouldn't continue this procedure." Silence floods through the room, the air thickening. My lips quake, for it's clearly settled. Heavy-accented, croaky voice-d person made a completely sound argument. There really is no reason why they shouldn't continue that procedure. In some weird way, the rebels turned out smarter than the higher-class. I'm so ashamed.