First Counsellor Khan stared down at the restless crowd gathering at the base of the high rise that housed all governmental functions from an outdoor patio. Her ministers looked worried.
“I don’t see why you are all anxious. They are unemployed, poor, sick… we must respond appropriately. We must transform this to our advantage. They want work. Let’s give it to them.”
The ministers still looked nervous. One spoke up, “Ma’am, the mob is angry. We might be in danger.”
The First Counsellor looked imperious. “What?! Nonsense. They are sheep. Let them bleat.”
Glass smashed and the crowd surged.
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