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    Sarah gave him a curious look. “I mostly read about the possessions recorded in the Bible. And no, no glowing eyes. Why do you ask?”
    He laughed again and waved the question away. “Seriously, what else did you find out?”
    “Well, it’s more than just opinion based,” Sarah was quick to continue. “It sounds like it’s backed by scientific evidence. And experiments,” her voice trailed off as she considered some of the horrifying experiments she’d read about.
    “There have always been people who believed stuff about overpopulation and handicapped or disabled people being a burden to society.”
    “That’s true, but most of those people were just talk. They were cold hearted enough to believe what they said but not in a position to do anything about it. If what I’ve read today is true, these people are not only able to do something about it, but already have.” She gave him a worried look.
    “You mean just what you’ve read from that paper?” He shrugged with a frown. “For all we know, that could be the opinion of just one person, and it was thrown away because no one else would have anything to do with it.”
    Billy grabbed the printed paper from the table to read over it again. “It’s wet!” he exclaimed, holding the dripping paper up gingerly by a corner.
    “Oh no! Here!” Sarah snatched one of the folded towels off the couch beside her and swiped the condensation from her glass of tea off the coffee table, then tried to blot the wet paper Billy still held.
    The ink was already bleeding through and starting to smear. “I’m sorry! I didn’t realize the table was wet.” She dabbed frantically at the paper hoping it would still be legible.
    “Wait.” Billy stilled her hand, his expression intense. “Look.” Sarah looked where he pointed. The light from the window caused the wet paper to become transparent, allowing the type from the Scinegue letterhead to show through the back of the sheet clearly.
    Billy squinted at the reversed letters of the company name showing through and something taunted him. “Write this down. E U G E N I C S,” Billy called out the letters and Sarah gasped as she typed them in Notepad on her computer.
    “That’s what it’s called!” Sarah exclaimed, the wet towel clutched forgotten in her hand. “On the websites I looked at after deciphering the code, they call the study of that stuff eugenics!”
    “I’ve heard of that,” he said with awe in his voice. “It is kind of like what Hitler believed, right?” He read over the wet paper again before setting it back on the table.
    “I had never heard it called that but, yeah, and not just Hitler. The idea was active in the United States and other parts of the world long before Hitler became involved in it. I did a search about selective breeding in people and once I found the term eugenics , all I had to do was Google it and I got tons of information. Many people believe it’s a good thing. Actually,” she added, “what I read was laid out so nice and matter-of-fact that it was pretty convincing, I was almost sucked in. I had to take a break and remind myself what this memo says.”
    “What did you read about it?”
    “Well, you probably already know the basics. Some people believe the human race is evolving in a negative direction. They cite studies that show people with lower IQs often have a greater number of children than people with higher IQs, and those children in turn have low IQs.” She tucked one leg under her and turned towards Billy eager to share what she’d learned.
    “They also believe that our ability to sustain life is not necessarily a good thing. They say that many mentally unstable people and people with physical defects are having children and passing those traits on. They back it up with studies that healthy people with higher IQs get better jobs and earn more money, and contribute more to the ‘advancement’ of the human race.”
    Her eyes locked with Billy’s.