News of the attack and death of our leader really flattened morale. For a few days we weren’t even sure if we were going to continue the fight. I wanted to confront Beatrice to confirm my suspicions but it occurred to me that doing so would be a strategic mistake. As long as ‘they’ thought I didn’t know, I held the upper hand. I could feed her false information and lead them in the wrong direction or into some sort of calculated trap. If I was mistaken, it wouldn’t matter. No one would be the wiser.
In the past I tried to avoid conflict or controversy but those days were over. ‘The war’ had been escalated and now there was no turning back. I had to step forward and assume full command of Greg’s leaderless group. It was essential to prevent enemy forces from silencing its powerful voice. A blind vote was held by the deciding body. There was only one anonymous protest and I was pretty sure who cast it. The motion carried anyway. I was the new leader and I renewed my vow to flush them out at all costs.
Any lingering doubt I held about Beatrice centered around her semi-normal personality. If she was also the unnatural byproduct of forced mating with their reptilian species, then how was she able to maintain a regular job? She didn’t appear to suffer from the odd personality tics and disassociated awareness like Darcy and my own daughter.
Stranger still, why would anyone in their right mind knowingly support their bloody crusade to murder and destroy all of humanity? It made no sense. I didn’t want to believe we could have a traitor in our midst but the evidence against her was piling up. I decided to speak with a very learned genetic scientist in our organization. I hoped he would have some answers to the troubling doubts which plagued me.
Many mainstream scientists and scholars would have been stunned that Dr. Hastings was a member of our fringe ‘conspiracy’ camp. He had won numerous international awards for his work in molecular biology and advanced genetics. A scientist of his academic level and acclaim wasn’t expected to espouse or entertain ‘crazy’ underground theories. For that very reason, he kept his identity and involvement in the organization a tightly guarded secret. I approached him with trepidation. As a layperson, I didn’t want to muddy the waters of his field of expertise with foolish questions or ideas.
Recognizing my hesitancy, he was both welcoming and very gracious. “How can I help?”; He asked in earnest. I nervously shared my grave suspicion about a spy in our group undermining our efforts and possibly even being responsible for Greg’s death and the TV station massacre. He didn’t look surprised at all. I took that to mean he also suspected a deceiver among us.
To preserve the purity of free thought, I deliberately declined to name her as the focal point of my investigation. I didn’t want to ‘lead’ him to any premature conclusions. Instead I asked how it might be possible to have a reptilian traitor among us and not know. Up until that point, there had been a clear pattern that I recognized.
Using a few simplified graphs and Mendel diagrams he charted out my theory about Autism rates being a false assumption. Once finished, he offered his opinion on the possible breach of security and espionage.
“Megan, I suspect you are onto something here. As you theorized, the first generation of such a radical genetic crossover would have the exterior characteristics of a normal human being since that would still be the dominant set of appearance traits. The individual would also exhibit some recessive reptilian-like mannerisms. If we were to imagine this unnatural paring, in most cases the hybrid offspring (G1) would be extremely direct and would not exhibit ‘warmer’ emotions like tact or manners. Reptiles have a strong sense of self-preservation and a very primitive sense of ‘sharing’. It’s survival of the fittest for the species. Our evolved human emotions would be considered ‘weak’ or a conflict of interest within their strong sense of self-preservation.”
I nodded at his factual analogies and succinct points. Affirmation from an expert of his caliber was glorious music to my ears but it still didn’t explain the inconsistencies which bothered me. I motioned for him to continue with his thoughts. He seemed to take a sympathetic notice of my lingering frustration.
“For those in the public that are unaware of their systematic cross-species mingling”; He summarized, “observing the recent spike in these so-called ‘learning disorders’ would seem just like an unexplained rise in Autism or Asperger’s syndrome. The thing you aren’t completely grasping though Megan, is that the amount of reptilian characteristics they would possess; would also vary based on different individual factors.”
“Such as?”; I pressed him impatiently to expound a little more.
“Try not to think of dominant and recessive genes as a light switch.”; He pointed out. “They aren’t always ‘on’, or always ‘off’. Any time you combine chromosomes, there is a certain range of possibilities. Think more of a dimmer switch. Both your daughter and Miss Crane shared similar results of the genetic lottery but that isn’t a guaranteed thing. Others under those circumstances could exhibit even more, or far less reptilian mannerisms. The pattern you recognized is based on a very small sample of individuals.”
“Forgive my ignorance Doctor but how is offspring from humans and these horrid lizard creatures even possible? I always thought our DNA and that of ordinary reptiles would be completely different. Do we have the same type of chromosomes?”
“Perhaps ‘ordinary’, is the key word here.”; He suggested. “There does not appear to be anything ordinary about these merciless beings. There are over 10000 known species of reptiles. Chromosome numbers are specific to the genus; and lizards are just one group of a particular type of reptile. There has not been a lot of genome work on them to date but you and I already know that an unknown species exists which can, and has.”
I nodded somberly. My question had been a rhetorical one anyway. Now I had a greater understanding of gene and trait variation. While it was good to know the truth, it was also disturbing. I had incorrectly assumed that all G1’s (as he called them) would be obvious when I encountered them. Now I had to face that ‘they’ could be anywhere around me and I might not know. It was like a punch in the gut to have my ‘security blanket’ yanked away.
“A mole in our organization could appear almost ‘normal’ because they might be closer to the other end of the ‘dimmer switch’ traits spectrum. Theoretically, your hypothesis is sound. It’s just that with any set of genetic traits, there are always variations. A massive surge in G1 hybrid children would definitely help explain the public misconception about it just being learning disabilities. It would also mislead scientists into believing there was an unknown catalyst in Autism and Asperger’s Syndrome cases. In reality, there probably is no such thing. I suspect most or all are the unnatural manifestation of varying levels of reptilian traits in the victims.”
I marveled at the possibility of an entire disease or mental disability really being a worldwide takeover conspiracy. After the G1’s are used to produce millions of fully reptilian G2’s, they would surely try to seize the entire world. Only a handful of people ‘in the know’, stood in their way. I was determined to raise our battle flag against them as high as possible. They retaliated against us because we hurt them. While 98% of the people who heard our message thought it was absolute nonsense; within the other two percent was a growing whisper. In time I was going to turn it into a roar.