- AP -

Abraham knocked at Randall’s office door.

“Enter.”

Stepping into the bright room and joining the old man by the windows, Abraham found himself appreciating the view of the city.

“Impressive, isn’t?” Randall asked proudly.

“Once set back into the right path, yes,” Abraham replied.

“Did you find a solution?” Randall asked without preambles.

“I did. I examined several possibilities, including assassination, but borderline, the people itself must dethrone President Bohm and Vice-President Carrie. It’s the only way they will accept and trust what comes next.”

“But that means leaking something grave enough about Bohm and Carrie to ignite the population. Is that possible?”

“Luckily, the people are irreversibly conformist to the mob mentality. Tell them what to do and what to think, and they have no choice but to go with it so not to be left out.

» So I will leak that during his Senator years, Bohm was secretly approached and then became a member of the Klaverns.”

“The suprematist hate group? Isn’t it a bit far-fetched?”

“Not at all. Since four years, suprematist feelings have risen again in the Suthern delegations; it’s an issue I had to deal with even as far as my psychology internship. Fear, terrorism, it all comes to play in the mind of the citizens. One of the biggest worries are talented workers being replaced by inadequate ones for the purpose of diversity. Suprematist thoughts are bound to resurface. But luckily, the general population abide by the mob mentality, and especially the progressive modernist one. So suprematist hate groups are without a doubt the single most evil threat that can affect the Americani; and the number one thing they will not want for a President that promised equality. People are sick and tired of lies.”

“I supposed it could work,” Randall mused. “Is it true, though?”

“Anything can become true,” Abraham replied enigmatically.

“You’d have to make it very convincing, though.”

“It’s my job. But the Americani don’t need hardcore proof; they only need sensationalism.”

“We don't really have a choice; Bohm's looking into my activities. I suspect he'll try to evict me at the next meeting. What about John Carrie?”

Abraham sighed.

“That one is the problem. He’s clean; he couldn’t be cleaner. The only reason he didn’t run for Presidency is because he knows the system is easily corrupted. As a Vice-President, he thinks that he can set things right from the inside.”

Randall walked away from the windows, thinking deeply.

“I keep thinking that our only option is assa...” Abraham began

“No!” Randall spoke suddenly. “No, we can actually use him. Not only he doesn’t want to become the President, I also know of his belief regarding governments and politics. If you can convince him that a new way of thinking is required, he’ll join us. At least long enough for the population to gain their trust into you.”

“How can you be sure?” Abraham wondered.

“An environmentalist named Sen Ephriam, with similar beliefs to Carrie, was married with my great-grand-aunt Jenny; his involvement with the Redspear family led to the creation of the Gaea Theorem… the basis for this new era that we put forth.”

“The Redspear are behind the Gaea Theorem?!” Abraham said, shocked.

“Of course. Since at least two centuries. Some other families related to us were involved in some fashion or other; but we are the frontrunners. The Larochelluer families were the founders of Galtonism; the Ustorea families recently pioneered offworld survival strategical measures.”

“Incredible...” Abraham said; Randall smiled at his reaction.

“Never believe that women had no powers upon a man’s life, Abraham. Some of this world’s most important turning points came from women and their families. I hope to live long enough to witness the same from my own daughter...”

“So what do you want me to do with Carrie?” Abraham returned to the subject.

“Tell him just enough about our plans. He already shares our beliefs that the citizens are the real power behind a country; he is a fervent environmentalist, so he will abide to the Gaea Theorem. Give him enough to push alongside you for Bohm’s eviction; and give him good reasons to appoint you as President. He alone has this power; I could force it, but if possible, I would like my presence to remain as discrete as possible.”

“I understand,” Abraham replied. He paused, hesitant, then resumed: "Depending on how it unfolds, I might be forced to temporarily follow up on your 'exposure'. I'd rather not, but we never know, and I want you to be aware of that beforehand."

"Thank you, Abraham. I understand, and you know I give you free reins to plan the necessary actions as you see fit." Randall considered him before speaking again: "I hope that you understand extremely well the consequences if the plan fails. All the blame will fall to you.”

“I already accepted, Randall,” Abraham replied annoyingly. “It’s the only logically course of action. I’d be more at ease if I know that my role protect yours; knowing you, you must have even backups of backups plans if this one fails.”

Randall smiled; but turning away from Abraham, his smile faltered.

“Of course,” he lied. Only one backup left, he thought bitterly, barely hearing Abraham taking his leave.

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