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Cyberceutics Deletes Obsessogens with Ping-a-Ding

      education  much  easier  to  apply.  Most,  if  not  all,  of  my  clients  and
      suppliers trust me simply because they confuse my name with a title. I
      do not disabuse them of that error, nor should you.”
         “That  sounds  dishonest  already—as  if  running  a  cult  weren’t
      enough.”
           The  elder  Barfuss  shook  his  head.  “I  hope  you  will  soon  cease
      using that pejorative term, Junior. One man’s cult is another’s salvation,
      hope  and  cure.  I  am  certain  that  I  have  helped  myself—and  you,
      indirectly—by helping others.”
         “That’s hard to swallow, Dad. If I believed my ethics professor, I
      would  have  to  spend  the  rest  of  my  life  working  pro  bono  for  the
      helpless and wretched in order to offset my benefits from your tainted
      remittances.”
         “Oh,  so  you  feel  compromised?”  The  senior  Doctor  permitted
      himself  one  snorting  chuckle.  Drinks  appeared,  and  simultaneously
      each Barfuss reached for one with his left hand. “Ha! A chip off the old
      block. If I hadn’t had you vetted—everything short of a DNA test—
      that would prove you’re my son.” They drank in silence, letting cool
      liquid  lower  the  overheated  atmosphere.  Despite  the  ocean  breeze,
      daytime  temperatures  and  humidity  in  Costa  Vendido  could  raise  a
      sweat on the calmest brow.
         “All  right.”  The  young  man  put  down  his  glass  with  exaggerated
      force. “You’d better give me a quick version of what you’re up to. The
      next plane out of here leaves in four hours.”
         Barfuss, Sr. sighed. “And I wouldn’t interfere if you wanted to go—
      which is not to say a phone call to the right people wouldn’t make it
      difficult for you to get past the door of the airport.”
         His son looked pained. “Thanks for the mere suggestion of a threat,
      Dad. Although I was born here I am no longer a citizen  of this tax
      haven: I’m an American, my flight is booked and the embassy knows
      where I am.”
         “Once again your intelligence has impressed me, Junior. I like you
      more and more. Now to answer your request. Although the easiest way
      to a fortune is to start a religion—or its equivalent—what it takes to do
      that  varies  by  time  and  place.  Throughout  most  of  history  one  man
      could gather followers and convince them of the supernatural source of
      his revelations purely on the strength of his charisma. How large and
      influential  that  group  became  was  largely  the  result  of  evolutionary

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