The Return of the Creature at Jekyll Island (The Sequel)
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November 2019
Jekyll Island, Georgia
A long Mahogany conference desk was centered in the middle of a secured executive board room in an undisclosed, secret location on Jekyll Island, Georgia. Seated around the desk in brown leatherback chairs were the world’s most prominent and important CEOs from healthcare and pharmaceutical corporations.
Much like a powerful group of men had forever changed the US financial system in November 1910 at the same location, the men in attendance on this late fall evening were about to forever change the way the world embraced infectious diseases.
The chairman of the secret council, an older man with striking white hair and a strong jaw, held a stack of papers in his hands and faced the others who were all immaculately dressed in expensive Italian suits.
The chairman dropped the paperwork he’d been holding on the desktop and cleared his throat. “Gentleman, we have the blueprint for operation ‘ACHOO,’ and we are ready to proceed with our plan in December of this year.”
There were a few rumbles of muffled conversation briefly heard across the room before the chairman continued. “We’re going with a novel coronavirus. It will debut in Wuhan, China.”
“Why China and why a coronavirus?” a voice called out.
The chairman smiled and said, “Because America thinks everything is made there.
“Based on the lab samples we have collected worldwide, a coronavirus will test positive in about 30 percent of the population. It will allow us the false-positive results needed to support a world pandemic.”
“Do you think that we can sustain this thing with such a weak virus?” asked one of the CEOs of a major drug manufacturer.
The chairman smiled before offering his reply. “The sheeple will believe anything we broadcast on television. After they have been sitting at home for months without watching sports or other forms of entertainment, they’re going to be begging for a cure.”
“How long do we need to disrupt everything to achieve our goals?” asked another CEO.
The chairman straightened in his chair and said, “For as long as it takes. We are about to change an entire paradigm. We are about to create a ‘new normal,’ one where we will decide who gets what pharmaceutical products, and how often.”
The CEOs in attendance were all smiling and feeling confident at this point.
One attendee seated at the opposite end of the desk from the chairman asked a question. “Don’t you think a few people will figure out our plan and alert the rest of the public?”
The chairman of the group reached in his suit pocket and pulled out a face mask. He strapped it over his face and stared at the others, looking back at him. “They won’t be able to speak out about anything because the entire world will be wearing these face diapers.”
The council members were all laughing heartily.
The chairman stopped laughing and sported a more serious look on his face. He held the face mask in one hand and a syringe in another. He said, “If they are stupid enough to wear the masks, they’re going to be just as stupid and accept the vaccines.” The chairman was grinning widely.
A short time later, the room erupted in loud laughter.
