What A Wonderful World

It was a fine Sunday morning. A man in his fifties was lounging on a balcony overlooking a vast savanna. He wore a crisp navy-blue suit with a red tie and fancy black oxfords. He was reading today's newspaper, with Louis Armstrong playing in the background. A cup of steaming hot Guatemala Finca El Injerto coffee was ready on his right hand. 

Ah, what a perfect life, he thought.

He was taking a sip of his coffee when a stylish young woman approached him. "The tubes are all delivered, Sir," she reported with a thick French accent.

"Good," he replied, a satisfied look on his face. "Are our teams ready?"

"Yes. We have placed units in Bangkok, Paris, London, Dubai, Tokyo, and New York. Five units for each city. With the high number of tourists coming in and out, those cities will be perfect targets for our operation."

The man nodded. "How about the vaccine? Is it fully developed yet?"

"Doctor Jennings said the vaccine will be ready very soon. We have arranged an immunization tonight for your family. The immunization for our staff is scheduled for tomorrow."

"Our whole staff? If we do that, will there still be enough vaccine left for my colleagues?"

"The lab made sure to make more than enough, Sir." The woman paused for a while. "If I may be so bold, Sir ... we can actually sell the vaccine for a very high price later and—"

The man waved his hand dismissively. "No. It's not money that I want—I already have more than enough. I want equality and fair distribution of wealth. If we sell the vaccine, the only one getting money is me. And the rest of the world will still suffer in poverty."

He looked at the far horizon and continued, "We can only have fair wealth distribution if the Earth has fewer people ... which means I am doing a good thing for humanity by reducing their growth. I am not killing them, the virus is not lethal .... I just make at least three-quarter of them can't reproduce anymore. That's not evil, right?"

"N-no, Sir."

The man wore a proud smile on his face. "Yes, this is not evil at all. People will thank me instead in the future, when they have enough resources to fully enjoy everything this beautiful planet has to offer."

"Yes, Sir." The woman bowed a little. "They still need me for the final preparations. I will report to you again when the virus is ready to be released." She turned and walked inside.

The man returned his attention to his newspaper. What A Wonderful World was now playing in the background.

I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world ....

He took another sip of his coffee. "It is a wonderful world, indeed."