This is the sort of plotting that would start a novel. Sidelines and subplots, every character has a role to play even if they seem to be an irrelevant aside for most of the story. It looks disjointed until you start to pull the threads tighter towards the end. Remember, it’s just a story.
So let’s see. Suppose I have a small but wealthy group of people and we want to control absolutely everyone in the world.
It would have to be a long slow process. There might only be, say, fifty of us. Fifty against seven billion is not good odds. We can’t just have a fist-fight, we have to train the drones to do as we say.
There’s really only one effective way to do that. Get them all terrified and promise to save them. Again, just setting off a few explosions, letting a disease run rampant and arranging a few random shootings is no good. That’s on the news every day anyway. It all happens somewhere else. No, for this horror story, it has to be a personal fear instilled in each and every one.
We could do it with ebola. A very scary disease. Keep telling them it could become airborne and let them think that means it will just float around the world until it finds them. Let it loose in the West? Bad idea. Let something like that loose and it might affect us, the conspirators. Once it’s loose it might be hard to control.
Better to just have a couple of easily contained cases and then spread rumours that there are many more. Rumours of cover-ups and of patients disappearing. The drones lap that stuff up.
Not if it comes direct from us though. They don’t trust us. We are ‘Them’, the shadowy ones controlling governments. We have the photos of the politician’s indiscretions, the ones we set them up with before we helped them into power. No, the rumour has to come from someone they think is exposing us.
We aren’t sowing fear and panic. We are accused of trying to prevent fear and panic by the ones sowing fear and panic. Clever, eh?
With maybe five real cases, all easily contained and the disease eradicated from our shores, we can strike terror into the hearts of millions. With nothing more than a rumour. They will clamour to pay for a vaccine that does nothing, to protect against a disease that isn’t there. What’s in the vaccine? Heh heh heh.
Still, seven billion is too many to control. We need to cut their numbers. Tell them the planet is overpopulated. They’ll believe it, especially those who live in cities. Sure, those in the countryside will read those words, look out of their window at the speck of their neighbour’s house in the distance, and maybe wonder. It’s the neighbour who is causing overpopulation. It’s the other guy’s fault. They will believe it because they will all believe that someone else has to die to save the planet. Fate’s finger never points at them.
In fact, who has to die is absolutely never defined. Never, ever, say ‘Sorry mate, it’s you.’ As long as it’s some vague ‘other people’ being eradicated, everyone supports it.
The time will come when the population must be heavily culled. Wars help, especially if we set up some really nasty barbarians and give them lots of money and weapons. They will do a lot of eradicating for us and when the time is right, the world will demand we eradicate the barbarians. Then we can nuke them with full public approval. Even the Greens won’t care if we nuke a desert full of camel-spiders and scorpions.
Some countries allow people to have guns and other weapons. We have to take those weapons away. A few drugged-up kids shooting up schools and attacking policemen will do it as long as the gunman always dies before anyone finds out who drugged him. Knives – easy. People have been cut and stabbed since humans discovered the pointy stick. Airguns and BB guns are guns. ‘Nuff said.
Bows, well, let’s start with the scary crossbow. It’s not like the sport bow. For one thing, it’s much easier for the uintrained to use. It’s a way into banning all forms of bow, and the sport-bow users will, like the vapers, never see it coming. Then we ban dogs. They have an unfortunate habit of defending their owners and that would be highly inconvenient. Gradually, incrementally, we render our targets defenceless and the best part is, they will insist we do it.
Meanwhile we can use bigoted idiots to push their own little controls. We have no intention of keeping the idiots. When the time is right we just throw them to the baying mob. Prohibitionists of all shades will get their day in the smoke-free sunshine but when night falls, it falls on their heads. Like a big starry hammer.
The internet is a major obstacle. We cannot hit all the world at once. Any part we hit first will tell the rest of the world what is happening and then the game is up. The internet has to go.
Regulation? Censorship? It’ll shut down the compliant drones but not the TOR-savvy ones, and those are the ones we most need to silence. How?
Fill the news with talk of asteroids and solar flares. Near misses, time and again. Explain how a big solar flare could wipe out communications and keep drumming that message in.
It all takes time but we have time. We can wait.
Finally we, or rather one of our useful idiots, will tell the news of an impending solar flare that’s going to silence all electronics. Turn off your computer until it’s over. We then shut down the internet and all phones and power and everything else. The last thing they hear is that there are several asteroids heading our way and the experts hope they will miss.
They won’t, because they aren’t real. When the nukes go off in densely populated areas, static-ridden news will claim they were asteroid strikes. What a pity all communications are offline, or someone could try to check.
Finally, we use the powers we have set up to remove ‘potential terrorists’. There is a global emergency due to the ‘solar flare’ and the ‘asteroids’. It needs a co-ordinated global response and we can’t tolerate anyone causing problems. If you want to live, if you want to be saved, do as we say and we’ll save you.
Now we no longer need those useful idiots. The mob can have them – well, the ones who weren’t already deliberately based in densely populated areas. Now we have a few million people worldwide, all of whom are clamouring for salvation and willing to give everything they have in exchange.
We don’t want their money. We have more than they can imagine anyway.
What we want is someone to run the power stations, drive the limo, cook dinner and clean the toilets. Meanwhile we can make use of our vast hunting grounds for sport, take our pick of the serving wenches and relax while the plebs cater to our every whim. Including the darker whims. Then we are kings, each of us lords of vast tracts of the planet with our subordinate drones doing anything we want done.
It’s a sketchy outline. An idea. A thought for a story.
Really. It’s just a story.
It has a huge plot hole too. If you reduce the population to five million and they are all compliant drones, who is training doctors? Scientists? Sewage workers?
The elite will all die of chicken pox as soon as they win. ‘Thinking it through’ is not their strong point.