AREA 452 –"THE DEN" LOCATION CLASSIFIED – APRIL 10, 2141AD - 9:17am

President Benjamin "Big Ben" Muhammad sat at the large octagonal table with his fingers steepled as his most trusted adviser tried to change his mind yet again. Conducting the meeting in the furthest depths of the fallout bunker known as The Den was obviously meant to illustrate the danger so apparent to his staffers. He wondered if it might be working.

"Ben.... You can't just hand him the keys to the kingdom..."

"We're talking about world peace Tom... I won't turn my back on that."

"He's destroying the economy! Did you know NeoWorlds' automotive division has started giving away cars? Just walk in and take whatever you want! The same way they did at their grocery stores and rumor has it that all those homes he built in Indiana last year... he's going to start giving them away as well! Soon no one will need money Ben! No one will need a job! Business's are closing left right and center and the only thing left will be Neo-fucking-World Tech!"

The President gave him a sharp look and Thomas Buffet raised his hands, palms up in apology. Ben Mohammad didn't take kindly to foul language. The tall powerfully built Muslim stood up from the table and re-buttoned his dark blue double breasted Brooks Brothers suit jacket across his barrel chest. He paced slowly around behind his four advisers running his stubby, well manicured, fingers through his thick black hair. His military style haircut sprang back to its natural flat-topped shape immediately. For a moment it felt as if the two miles of rock above his head was resting directly on his shoulders.

"The economy..." he said, pausing for effect, his voice deep and sure, "is going to have to change, Tom. We've known that for a long time."

"Not necessarily, we still make the rules! We can take NeoWorld down, and Crane along with it!" Buffet cried red in the face.

"With or without NeoWorld and Richard Crane the change is going to happen. The people have seen that it is possible. The cat's out of the bag, Tom..."

"Well let's stuff it back in, Ben! For God's sake we can't just roll over and hand him the military!"

Ben Muhammad took a deep breath, and everyone at the table knew the decision had been made.

"The whole world is agreed for the first time in human history, Tom. Every Country is on board... China, Russia, Europe, the Middle East... even North Korea. I don't know how he's done it but we can't be the ones to stand in the way. I won't be remembered as the President who denied World Peace, Tom. How could I live with myself?

He motioned to the Secret Service Agent guarding the door to the conference room, who immediately stepped forward and handed him a flat panel computer. The DNA coded device lit up the moment his fingers came into contact with it and the familiar female face lit up the screen.

{Beep-beep-beep - Hello Ben.}

"Cindi, get me a secure line..."