When they finish eating, the young-looking man makes a gesture, and one of the other men stands up. He presses a small electronic remote by her side and a holographic projection with bullet points and figures opens up. After all, having powerful holographic technology doesn't stop you from using Powerpoint.
He begins his presentation. "Stage four in project C-19 is close to completion. As we've discussed previously, the next stage requires multiple public celebrity deaths to convince the holdouts to take our injection. Our next intended target is Meatloaf."
The woman raises her hand. The speaker and the woman both looks over at the young man, who nods to let her ask a question.
"Sorry, maybe this is just because I'm new here and have only been the Rosicrucian representative for a few days. But wouldn't it make more sense to target a celebrity that's younger? An unvaccinated individual in the prime of his life would be far more shocking."
The speaker shakes his head. "No, we will do this the way we always do it. We'll make the event just barely indistinguishable from random happenstance."
The woman looks perplexed but doesn't say anything.
The speaker continues. "As per our major policies, we will fake his death and..." he trails off as the woman's hand goes up again.
"Yes?"
"Sorry, fake his death? Why bother faking his death. Is there a moral compunction here? We've released a virus which has killed over five million people worldwide. We went back in time and wiped Atlantis from our timeline, making it so that a hundred million people never even existed. We activated the Anti-Genesis Device, turning Mars from a fertile planet into a barren wasteland. Why don't we just kill him?"
"I'm not sure you understand. We're the Secret Masters of the world. This is how we do things. Now, as I was saying. We'll fake his death. And then when people try to figure out if he's vaccinated or not, we'll have his representatives refuse to confirm or deny it, so it leaks out slowly, rather than in any clear fashion. And we're going to try and put in some numerical symbolism too. So we're going to have his death faked 116 days after his birthday. After all, 116 flipped over is 911 and we all know we were responsible for that. "
This time, the woman does not even wait to put her hand up.
"While we're at it, we can retroactively declare that we're doing this when he's 74 years old, and born in 1947. After all, 47 is 74 backwards, and 47 is also the number of the famous Agent 47, which got made into a movie twice despite all odds, and 47 doubled is 94, which backwards is a perfect square, and 94 is the year we arranged for that whole Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding thing."
"Oh that's very good. That sounds like a really good one. We'll definitely use that. It is good to see you are already seeing how to think like a member of the upper echelons of this conspiracy. Now, our next item of business— we need to discuss which young celebrities are going to have drug overdoses next year which look exactly like what one would expect given people with their history of drug abuse. And of course, we'll kill them off at age 27... "