[ WP ] It 's discovered that only 10 % of the population have free will , everyone else in the world only follows very specific programming .

'Dr. Krunger, are you sure?' 
 
'Yes, I am completely sure!' 
 
 The room was abuzz with the murmers of scientists and reporters. The heat rose to an almost unbearable haze, and several fans were erected around the room by assistants. TVs blared out the news, as the scientists held back the heaving throng. 
 
 Dr. Krunger's reporter was one of them. He was inquisitive, almost kind, but his constant knattering was starting to grate his nerves. 
 
'But what's the actual programming? What's the thing everyone follows?' 
 
 Dr. Krunger took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts from the ravages of rage.'If I say this. One last time. Will you leave me alone?' 
 
'Naturally. I promise.' 
 
 The doctor straightened himself, crached his knuckles, and leant on the table. He streached a fake smile - for the cameras, at least. 
 
'They have all been programmed for one thing, and one thing only. To breed.' 
 
'Yes, I know. But you need to elaborate. The audience needs something neat and tidy to say, you know. Thats why I keep asking.' 
 
'I know. But I ca n't do that because there is no explaination. They are all rampant breeders. All they want to do is fuck and fuck and fuck some more. Thats all they want, that's all they will seek, thats all they will want to do.' 
 
'Why?' 
 
'I do n't know!' The doctor was exasperated, and threw his hands in the air.'I do n't know! How many times? Ten thousand thundering typhoons, will you listen?' 
 
 The reporter sighed, and scribbled soemthing new on the notebook. Dr. Krunger did n't care what anymore. He lost his temper in front of the camera, and he can not be bothered to continue with the facade. It was hot, it was noisy, and he had a headache. It was time to go home. 
 
'One last question, doctor.' 
 
 The doctor closed his eyes, and spoke very slowly in an attempt to calm himself.'What is your final question?' 
 
'Should we sterilise them all?' 
 
 The doctor opened his eyes, his eyes widened, his pupils shrank.'What?' 
 
'I know, it sounded a little odd. But we had all these reports of how overpopulation is going to be one of the major dangers of the future. If we sterilise the 10 %, would we be providing a long term solution' 
 
 The doctor rattled with his new thoughts. *This man is insane. Is he trying to make a fool of me? *'No, I can not comment. It is not my place. I am a man of science, not politics. I discover empirical problems, but not provide any sociological solutions. That is for others to decide.' 
 
 The reporter scrobbed down the thoughts. He seemed satisfied.'Thank you, sir. You'll find the report on our website. Goodbye!' And he disappeared into the crowd. 
 
 Dr. Krunger pondered on his thoughts, tapping his fingers on the table. *Was that the right thing to say? * For now, it was the only solution he can give. He shrugged, took a glass of water, and watched the crowds walk by. 
 

