By Mike Johnson
Yesterday, Noah Sage had no idea there was a chip in his head.
A middle-aged investigative reporter, Noah had connected enough dots, to reveal enough inconvenient facts, to expose enough of the cabal, who really run things in this world.
His readership had grown just large enough to attract the attention of very bad people, in the very evil cabal.
Noah’s die was cast as a ten-year-old after making some troubling observations of his next-door buddy Billy.
Billy was home-schooled, while Noah went to public school.
Why was it that Billy completed his daily schooling in just 90 minutes while Noah’s public-school day lasted 8 hours?
How were Billy’s parents free to teach Billy at home, while Noah’s parents were gone all day to work at the plant and the dress shop?
Noah’s shallow life experience couldn’t yet answer these questions, but they simmered.
Two years later, Noah was at the dentist. Laying on the table next to the Highlights magazine was a small booklet with a curious title.
“50 Ways to See Through People,” by Vernon Howard. The author’s name meant nothing to Noah, but the title really grabbed him.
He’d read to number 17 when the dentist stepped into the waiting room.
Impressed that a 12-year-old was interested in human nature, he told Noah to keep the booklet.
Later that night, as Noah finished the last page, the lesson was clear.
People are slippery. They say one thing but do another.
They give one reason for doing things while hiding the real reason.
Especially people with power and authority.
This meant things are rarely as they’re publicly presented.
Suddenly, an answer to Noah’s two old questions exploded in his mind.
Of course the public-school schedule lasted 8 hours a day!
It was designed to groom children to accept the same 8-hour schedule at an employer when they were adults!
The system filled kids’ brains with a false reality that kept them serving the system for the rest of their lives!
Captive people never have the time, energy or resources to revolt against the captors.
Billy’s parents had obviously escaped from the devious system, and home-schooled Billy so he’d stay free from their trap too!
From then on, Noah looked at life through a different lens.
He questioned everything.
He’d study the prevailing narrative, then reverse it, to find the hidden reality underneath.
Over the next three decades, Noah became obsessed with five years in the 1960’s.
He discovered three outrageous realities that most people never recognized, and even fewer would ever believe.
President Kennedy wasn’t shot by some patsy 150 feet away, from behind, he was shot by the driver of his limousine just 6 feet away, in front.
Kennedy’s brother Robert wasn’t shot by some patsy 8 feet in front, he was killed by a security guard, just inches behind.
Martin Luther King wasn’t shot by some petty crook who escaped continents away, he was killed by an FBI sniper a few parking spots away.
Noah had learned the ugly truths, but the false narratives of these murders still prevailed.
They were written in history books and broadcast on TV.
This meant the same cabal that got away with murdering these inspiring leaders was still running the world today.
This terrified him. And infuriated him.
So he courageously published all of his evidence anyway.
And that’s how Noah ended up unconscious, in a CIA safe house, surrounded by four strangers, one of them snaking a surgical tool through his ear canal.
Noah’s existing brain chip was smaller than the finger nail on his pinky.
On its trillion bits, it held everything Noah knew, everything Noah remembered, and everything Noah believed he was.
With practiced efficiency, the cold steel plucked the chip from its port and dropped it into the stainless bowl.
A man in a white lab coat, reached into a pocket, and removed a small box disguised as a package of Wrigley’s Spearmint gum.
He opened the box, admired the 30 chips, each in their own velvet slot, as if they were strippers performing just for him.
A suspenseful pause, a creepy smirk, a selection with tweezers, and the reset was complete.
Yesterday, Noah Sage had no idea there was a chip in his head.
Today, Frederick Carmichael, had no idea he’d ever been Noah Sage.
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