Chapter Sixty: President Archimedes Algebra

All the present constitutions have been analyzed based on Mathematical models that continuously evolve, and has been preserved in the tall order of the Society. It is the perfect model, the mother of all laws that allow nature to crawl inside into what is known as perfection, and it is believed to be the product of the heritage that is now held in deep respect.

Ever since the term of President Archimedes Algebra, most of these prohibitions towards perfecting the system have been kept in faith, and more has been codified to improve the order in existence. But since the death of the coroner, a certain disease creeping inside the dome has been confirmed, and it threatens political stability. The government cannot afford to admit that something, whatever it is, a bacteria or virus, is not curable.

Today, he is sitting behind his desk, and he is meeting with the Chairman of the Medical Commission on what to do next.

"All of these started in a graffiti?" he asked calmly, although there is irritation in his voice. "You know this is unacceptable."

"It is, it is, Mr. President," the Chairman said in reply, he was feeling remorseful, "there is nothing much we can do. This is something new."

"Something new? There is a new disease that entered the dome without us noticing?"

"It is something novel for us, Mr. President. We can link it to the animal attacks happening at the borders. The animals transmit it. We must do something about it."

The President shook his head. "Do you want to affect the diversity of our fauna just to kill a disease? This is absolutely insane. The Taxonomists should be able to contain them. We cannot lose our animals. They are part of the New Society."

The Chairman of the Medical Commission cleared his throat, and struggled to respond. "Some of our members traced some substances from the Renaissance Society. I think there is credible evidence to believe..."

"To believe what?" President Algebra said. "That what was banned long ago has returned? To confront the perfect order? For what? To challenge my leadership?"

The Chairman was alarmed with this response and tried to retrieve his composure. "Of course not, Mr. President. But we cannot just disregard clear evidence that points to this!"

The President rose from his seat, walked towards him, and then looked through the only window in his office. "I will tell you how we can solve this predicament, if only you will listen."

"I am listening, Mr. President."

"Have you identified those people who have possibly contracted this disease?"

The Chairman nodded.

"You have to kill them with the Quantum Rifle."

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