“Do you have any idea what you’re implying?”

“Look. I know how it sounds and I don’t know how else to say it but I’m right!” Coffee dribbled slightly from the corner of his mouth as he gesticulated vigorously emphasizing his point. “I’m telling you-something has to give! It’s not just that some people need to be done away with but services also need to be streamlined.”

“So you don’t think everyone is worthy?”

“This isn’t Hollywood! Everyone is not equal! The sooner you realize that the better off you’ll be. You’re really going to tell me that a doctor’s life is worth the same as a godforsaken street urchin?”

“I didn’t me-“

“Whatever. Just get it through your head. The time is coming. It’s coming. If Hollywood films can start throwing out hints about finite resources…just think. I’m working on it though. I’ve almost finished.”

“So your machine is ready?”

“Just about…just about.”

They had finally gathered together. The machine and it’s inventor. The investors. The officials.

The contraption was not infallible but it was close-and close was enough.

The inventor tapped the mouse and initiated the algorithm.

The first name selected…his.