A Not So Modest Proposal - An excercise in creative writing...

Balphus was pleased, things were going well. 

No operation ever goes off without a hitch, there are almost always surprises that weren't anticipated, but so far there hadn't been any unexpected or insurmountable incidents.  The agent was working as designed, the collateral damage minimal at best.  In another twenty four months, give or take, the world's human population was going to be both younger and healthier. 

Balphus couldn't remember the last time he'd heard his first name, he and the three others in his position were on a strict last name basis.  One step from the top, or from what they perceived as the top.   Just one removed from the one they all called The Baron, oldest of the old, the ancient one.  At times Balphus wondered to whom The Baron answered, but he always dismissed those concerns quickly, he knew he was near the apex of an immense pyramid, and if The Baron wasn't the pinnacle, he was close.

Nubahe, an underling, was worried about Sweden, but Balphus was able to allay his concerns.

"They'll blow the whole thing, when people start seeing that the young and healthy aren't affected others will copy their response".  "Anticipated" was Balphus' quick reply.  "I and the others actually thought there would be more, we figured three and maybe four advanced westernized countries wouldn't play along with what we advised, no matter how dire things were made to appear". 

Nubahe looked puzzled, so Balphus explained. 

"You're forgetting the second wave.  Mitigation efforts ensure an abundant supply of unaffected and vulnerable hosts for the inevitable easing of restrictions.  The resulting case loads and deaths will play right into our hands". 

The messaging had already been planned.  For mitigation efforts to be truly effective there had to be damn near one hundred percent compliance among nations, and most certainly among developed nations.  What with interconnecting supply chains, there was never a complete closing of borders.  Any outlying nation or nations that hadn't followed the advice of operatives withjn global, national and regional agencies could be made scape goats for the inevitable and anticpated second wave.  The ensuing global outcry and pressure would ensure that the next lock down would be optimal. 

Yes things were going well, too well, and that caused Balphus to worry.  Expect the unexpected was a mantra for him, but how do you prepare for the unknown.  "The Guidestones" he remembered again, probably for the hundredth or so time over the past four weeks.  That's why the Guidestones were there, he hoped he'd prepared well enough that they would never be needed. 


THANKS FOR READING

This of course is fictional, and simply reflects the meaderings of my imagination.