Bob Page and Walton Simons were standing in a hallway, walls colored deep red, a granite hand over a large globe in the background.
"Your appointment to FEMA should be finalized within the week. We have discussed this matter with the Senator." said Bob Page.
"He was agreeable, right?" Walton asked.
"The choice did not belong to him." Page said with a quirk.
"Has he been infected?"
"Why, yes, most certainly. As soon as I had mentioned we could put him on the priority list for Ambrosia, he was so willing, it was pathetic." Page told Walton.
"This plague – the rioting is intensifying. We may not be able to control it at this point." Walton explained.
"So why control it? We should allow it to spread around. To the schools, the churches; let the casualties rise in the mere streets. At the end, they'll be begging us to save them." Page evilly grinned.
"There are reports coming to me about armed attacks on our shipments. There's not nearly enough vaccine to go around, and the lower classes are starting to become desperate." Simons noted.
"Of course they are desperate! They smell death. The sound they make rattling their cages will be a warning call to the rest." Page said.
"I see. I hope you aren't giving this too little thought. Others may not submit as quietly as you think. These reports also indicate the lower classes are causing problems in Paris." Walton was being cautious.
"Those are just a lot of pretentious old men playing at running our world." Page began, "But the world left them back a long time ago. We are the future."
"What about our other problems?" Simons asked.
"What, UNATCO?" Page asked in return.
"UNATCO was formed by executive order after the assault on the Statue. There is someone in place though. I'm concerned about Savage though. He moved to Vandenberg." Walton explained.
"Our biochemical corpus is much more advanced than theirs, as is our sentience in electronics. Plus, their… ethical inflexibility has allowed us to make progress where they turn against."
"The augmentation project?" Walton asked.
"As well as other items, but I admit I'm slightly disappointed with the primary unit." Page sadly said.
"The second unit will be operational shortly, currently under preparations. Operational time: six weeks or so. We will continually report on the progress, and if at all necessary, we will kill the primary unit." Walton debriefed.
"We've endured much, you and I. Soon, there will be a new order again. Soon, a new age. Aquinas spoke of the mythical City on the Hill. Soon, this city will be a reality, be ours. We will be crowned its kings."
"Or better yet; gods!" Page shouted.