"Remember the plight of the dentists, after that new mouth-wash came in? The one that replaced plaque bacteria with friendly ones that filled the same ecological niche, namely your mouth? No one ever needed a filling again, and a lot of dentists went bust."
"So?"
"So, you'd need more sick people. Or else - and it might be the same thing - more diseases. New and different
ones. Right?"
"Stands to reason," said Jimmy after a moment. It did, too. "But don't they keep discovering new diseases?"
"Not discovering," said Crake. "They're creating them."
"Who is?" said Jimmy. Saboteurs, terrorists, is that what Crake meant? It was well known they went in for that kind of thing, or tried to. So far they hadn't had a lot of successes: their puny little diseases had been simple-minded, in Compound terms, and fairly easy to contain.
"HelthWyzer," said Crake. "They've been doing it for years. There's a whole secret unit working on nothing else. Then there's the distribution end. Listen, this is brilliant. They put the hostile bioforms into their vitamin pills - their HelthWyzer over-the-counter premium brand, you know? They have a really elegant delivery system - they embed a virus inside a carrier bacterium, E. coli splice, doesn't get digested, bursts in the pylorus, and bingo! Random insertion, of course, and they don't have to keep on doing it - if they did they'd get caught, because even in the pleeblands they've got guys who could figure it out. But once you've got a hostile bioform started in the pleeb population, the way people slosh around out there it more or less runs itself. Naturally they develop the antidotes at the same time as they're customizing the bugs, but they hold those in reserve, they practise the economics of scarcity, so they're guaranteed high profits."
"Are you making this up?" said Jimmy.
"The best diseases, from a business point of view," said Crake, "would be those that cause lingering illnesses. Ideally - that is, for maximum profit - the patient should either get well or die just before all of his or her money runs out. It's a fine calculation."
"This would be really evil," said Jimmy.
"That's what my father thought," said Crake.
"He knew?" Jimmy really was paying attention now.
"He found out. That's how come they pushed him off a bridge."
"Who did?" said Jimmy.
"Into oncoming traffic."
"Are you going paranoid, or what?"
"Not in the least," said Crake. "This is the bare-naked truth. I hacked into my dad's e-mails before they deep-cleansed his computer. The evidence he'd been collecting was all there. The tests he'd been running on the vitamin pills. Everything."
Jimmy felt a chill up his spine. "Who knows that you know?"
"Guess who else he told?" said Crake. "My mother and Uncle Pete. He was going to do some whistle-blowing through a rogue Web site - those things have a wide viewership, it would have wrecked the pleebland sales of every single HelthWyzer vitamin supplement, plus it would have torched the entire scheme. It would have caused financial havoc. Think of the job losses. He wanted to warn them first." Crake paused. "He thought Uncle Pete didn't know."
"Wow," said Jimmy. "So one or the other of them ..."
"Could have been both," said Crake. "Uncle Pete wouldn't have wanted the bottom line threatened. My mother may just have been scared, felt that if my dad went down, she could go too. Or it could have been the CorpSeCorps. Maybe he'd been acting funny at work. Maybe they were checking up. He encrypted everything, but if I could hack in, so could they."
"That is so weird," said Jimmy. "So they murdered your father?"
"Executed," said Crake. "That's what they'd have called it. They'd have said he was about to destroy an elegant concept. They'd have said they were acting for the general good."
The two of them sat there. Crake was looking up at the ceiling, almost as if he admired it. Jimmy didn't know what else to say. Words of comfort would be superfluous.
Finally Crake said, "How come your mother took off the way she did?"
"I don't know," said Jimmy. "A lot of reasons. I don't want to talk about it."
"I bet your dad was in on something like that. Some scam like the HelthWyzer one. I bet she found out."
"Oh, I don't think so," said Jimmy. "I think she got involved with some God's Gardeners--type outfit. Some bunch of wackos. Anyway, my dad wouldn't have ..."
"I bet she knew they were starting to know she knew."