Life is such a trip when you think about it. Here I was, a young man who came from nowhere, sitting in a very influential position, having all the corrupt and money-thirsty scavengers eating from my hands as it were. What a joke! 3 years of that committee were all I could take. The daily death threats and security issues became a very boring part of my day. I needed something more.
Did I mention that while I was involved in that project I managed to set up a small “recovery” facility? Oh this one is really funny! Read on. The idea was simple. It was the turn of the century when everyone was looking for a means to shed the extra pounds and have a bikini body or abs for a lifetime. Slowly, health clubs began springing up everywhere; it was almost a pandemic. But it was one I liked and I wanted a piece of the cake.
It was hard to figure out but I got the system right eventually. I had a couple friends in the Medical and Psychological circles; basically we found out that everyone reaches a point of saturation – a point where any additional intake of that favorite food or snack would mean a greater possibility of that person hating the thing. So that’s what the recovery centers did.
A typical patient would fill out a form and register their favorite foods and snacks. Under a strictly controlled medical environment; they were fed these foods day and night while at the same time their metabolism was induced so there was no harm to the individual. I can’t be bothered to share all the intricate details, but needless to say it was a huge success, so much so that I put most of the health clubs out of business.
I bought most of them out of greed and converted them to Health Club recovery centers. And as long as they remained successful my pockets grew fatter, my reputation went up higher. I’d have vegetarians come into a center and leave as full-fledged meat-eaters, and vice versa. We had people with all kinds of eating disorders cured in record time and it became a public addiction.
I like to think of myself as a very smart individual, so here’s what I did: I knew that the hype would die off as every other human cultural trend does, so I decided to cash it in. I sold off the health clubs and recovery centers knowing that human greed would mean that the clubs would compete against each other and thus lose focus on their objective. This was exactly what happened. 4 years down the line, the recovery centers were nothing but relics of a dying health-conscious tradition. But my best years were just beginning.
End of Part 2
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