[ WP ] a social enginer is pitching an idea to the higher ups to reduce the number of societies , how would that conversation go

The Joint Chiefs sat around the table, each representing their own branch of the military. The president sat at the end of the polished cherry piece surrounded by his own Chief of Staff and the chief of every intelligence agency in the country. For years the United States had made itself the “ world police, ” the country that stepped into everyone ’ s problems whether they were invited or not. Today, they planned to “ fix it ” once and for all. To say that there was power at this table was an understatement; the world sat at this table, death sat in this table. Death came in the form of a dozen crusty old men and women whose consciences had been reduced to mud over the years of service. Death came in the form of their fancy suits and presidential pins. These men declared wars, sanction, and military strikes. These men were true power. 
 
 The social engineer looked up at them, somehow unabashed by their presence. Instead of squeamish he was confident. His shoulders squared his eyes straight and yearning for contact with each and every pair of eyes in the room. His voice carried confidence few could muster, and with a plan like his, it was necessary. 
 
 “ To recap, my plan would solve poverty, world hunger, many disease outbreaks and infesttations; it would improve the quality of life in the world by nearly 20 % in all countries and nearly 40 % in third world countries. “ The engineer paused, looking around the room. 
 
 The president sat back in his chair, folded his hands atop one another and looked the man in the eyes. Everyone waited for his word with baited breath. “ Explain to me again… how exactly we do this? ” 
 
 “ Of course, sir. ” The man replied, “ We send population relief teams into Africa, the middle east, North Korea, rural china, central America, south America, and east Europe. We estimate that if we relieve the population in these places by about ~50 % we ’ d reach the desired effects. ” 
 
 Silence took the room, the president considered the man ’ s words. “ Population relief teams? ” He asked. 
 
 “ That ’ s the term we prefer, sir. ” The engineer responded. 
 
 “ Alright, lets get on with it, and for gods sake people, fluff this up on the news. We ’ re ending world hunger, not committing genocide! ” 

