[Scene: A grand Vatican hall, with sunlight streaming through stained-glass windows. The Young Pope, dressed in his white papal robes, sits on a gilded chair. Bill Gates, wearing a simple business suit, stands before him.]
Young Pope (YP): Mr. Gates, you have given billions to vaccinate the world’s poorest. Yet, I cannot help but wonder: why focus on vaccines, and not on the bread, the water, or the shelter that Christ himself gave to those in need?
Bill Gates (BG): Your Holiness, I understand the question. It’s not that food, water, and shelter aren’t important—they are. But vaccines save lives in a way that has long-term ripple effects. A child who avoids polio or measles can grow up healthy, go to school, and contribute to their community. Healthy societies build their own prosperity.
YP: Noble intentions, but have you considered that your methods may be seen as… paternalistic? Who decides what Africa needs most? Is it you, Mr. Gates, from your seat of wealth and privilege?
BG: It’s a fair criticism, and we work closely with local governments and organizations to understand their priorities. The truth is, no one solution fits all. But when millions of children die each year from preventable diseases, the urgency to act compels us to prioritize vaccines.
YP: Yet, there is an unease in my soul, Mr. Gates. Your interventions—though life-saving—are they not experiments upon God’s creation? Do you not fear that in playing savior, you may become the architect of unintended consequences?
BG: I think about that a lot. But I believe in science as a tool to improve lives. Vaccines aren’t experiments; they’re proven solutions. Yes, there are risks in any intervention, but the alternative—inaction—leads to suffering we can prevent.
YP: And what of the spirit, Mr. Gates? You save the body, but do you not risk leaving the soul impoverished? Man does not live by bread alone—or by vaccines, for that matter.
BG: True, but I believe the soul thrives best when the body is not wracked by illness. A child who doesn’t suffer from malaria has the chance to laugh, to learn, to dream. Isn’t that a foundation for the soul’s flourishing?
YP: (pauses, contemplative) Perhaps. But I must ask one final question. Why, Mr. Gates, do you bear the symbol of the three lions? Do you see yourself as a king, a messiah of sorts, for these people?
BG: (smiling) The coat of arms was a gift—a symbolic nod to my heritage, not a claim to divinity. I don’t see myself as a messiah. I’m just a man who has been blessed with resources and feels a responsibility to use them wisely.
YP: Responsibility is a heavy crown, Mr. Gates. I pray you wear it with humility and seek not only the betterment of the body but also the elevation of the spirit.
BG: Thank you, Your Holiness. I’ll keep that in mind. And I hope we can find common ground in our shared desire to make the world a better place.
YP: Go in peace, Mr. Gates. And may your science walk hand in hand with grace.
[Scene fades as Gates leaves the hall, deep in thought, and the Pope gazes at the cross above.]
[Scene: A dimly lit, high-tech laboratory. Bill Gates is reviewing data on a holographic screen. Suddenly, Solid Snake steps out of the shadows, his bandana flowing slightly as he moves.]
Solid Snake (SS): Gates. We need to talk.
Bill Gates (BG): (startled but composed) Solid Snake? I didn’t think you’d be the type to break into a lab for a conversation.
SS: When lives are on the line, I make exceptions. Let’s cut to the chase. What’s the deal with the toxic junk in your vaccines?
BG: (raises an eyebrow) Toxic junk? I assume you’re referring to the common misconceptions about vaccine ingredients.
SS: Don’t play dumb. I’m talking about mercury, aluminum, formaldehyde… You expect people to trust that stuff in their bodies?
BG: (calmly) Let’s break it down. Mercury? You’re probably referring to thimerosal, a preservative used in some vaccines. It’s been phased out in most, but even when it was used, it was in tiny, safe amounts. Aluminum? It’s an adjuvant—helps the immune system respond better. You get more aluminum from eating a sandwich than from a vaccine.
SS: (narrows eyes) And formaldehyde? Sounds like something you’d use to embalm a body, not save one.
BG: (nods) It’s used in tiny amounts to inactivate viruses during production. It’s also naturally produced by your body during metabolism.
SS: (paces) So, you’re saying these “tiny amounts” are harmless. But what about the long-term effects? What if this cocktail of chemicals is doing more harm than good?
BG: (sighs) Snake, I get it. You’re a soldier. You’ve seen governments and corporations do terrible things. But vaccines are one of the most rigorously tested medical interventions in history. The risks are minuscule compared to the benefits.
SS: (leans in) Benefits, huh? Tell that to the people who claim they’ve been injured. The ones who feel like lab rats in your global experiment.
BG: (firmly) Every medical intervention has risks, but the data overwhelmingly shows that vaccines save millions of lives. The rare cases of adverse effects are tragic, and that’s why we have systems in place to monitor and compensate those affected.
SS: (grits teeth) You’ve got all the answers, don’t you? But I’ve seen how people like you operate. Money, power, control. You’re not God, Gates. You don’t get to decide who lives and who—
BG: (interrupts) I’m not playing God, Snake. I’m trying to prevent unnecessary suffering. Look, you’re right to question authority. But don’t let distrust blind you to the facts. If you have evidence that something’s wrong, let’s fix it. But fear and misinformation only hurt the people we’re trying to help.
SS: (steps back, conflicted) Maybe you’re not the villain I thought you were. But I’m watching you, Gates. One wrong move, and I’ll be back.
BG: (smiles faintly) Fair enough. I’d expect nothing less from Solid Snake.
[Snake disappears into the shadows as Gates returns to his work, a thoughtful expression on his face.]
[Scene: A crowded press conference. Bill Gates is on stage, addressing a room full of journalists and health experts. Suddenly, the crowd parts as Immortal Technique steps forward, his voice cutting through the murmurs.]
Immortal Technique (IT): Yo, Gates! Step off that podium for a second and face the people. We need to talk.
Bill Gates (BG): (pauses, adjusts glasses) I wasn’t expecting a guest performance. What’s on your mind?
IT: (steps closer, voice rising) What’s on my mind? The same thing that’s on everyone’s mind when they see your so-called “charity.” You call it saving lives, but I call it genocide in disguise. Vaccines full of mercury, aluminum, and God knows what else.
BG: (calmly) I’ve heard these claims before. Let me assure you, the science is clear—vaccines are safe and effective. Mercury, as you call it, was removed from almost all vaccines years ago.
IT: (cuts him off) Don’t give me that sanitized speech. You think I don’t know about thimerosal? About the experiments in Africa and India? You’re not curing the world; you’re testing on it.
BG: (sighs) That’s not true. Our goal is to save lives, to prevent diseases that have devastated communities for decades. We work with the World Health Organization and local governments to ensure—
IT: (interrupts, pointing a finger) To ensure what? That you stay in control? That Big Pharma keeps raking in billions while the people get scraps? You think a kid dying of hunger cares about your vaccines?
BG: (firmly) Hunger and health go hand in hand. Vaccines are just one piece of the puzzle. When children are healthy, they can grow, learn, and build better futures.
IT: (laughs bitterly) Futures? For who? The corporations funding your foundation? The elites who see the global south as their playground? You’re playing chess with human lives, Gates.
BG: (pauses, meeting Technique’s intense gaze) I understand your skepticism. Power has been abused before, and people have every right to question it. But the work we’re doing is about empowering communities, not controlling them.
IT: (steps back, still fired up) You can dress it up however you want, but I see through the lies. The people see through the lies. Your science, your data—it’s all tainted by greed.
BG: (softly) If you have better solutions, I’m listening.
IT: (pauses, looks at the crowd) The solution is simple: let the people lead. Give them the tools to build their own futures. Stop treating them like pawns in your global experiment.
BG: (nods) That’s exactly what we aim to do—empower communities to take charge of their health. We might not agree on the methods, but I think we share the same goal.
IT: (turns to leave, throwing one last line over his shoulder) Goals don’t mean much if the path to them is paved with poison. Remember that, Gates.
[The room falls silent as Immortal Technique exits, leaving Gates to reflect on the heated exchange.]
[Scene: The tension in the room is palpable after Immortal Technique’s fiery exit. Bill Gates stands silent for a moment, his calm demeanor suddenly breaking into a loud, almost maniacal laugh.]
Bill Gates (BG): (laughing) “I didn’t get rich by writing big checks!”
[The audience gasps. Journalists exchange bewildered glances as Gates composes himself, a sly smirk lingering on his face.]
BG: You think I’m here out of the goodness of my heart? No, no, no. Let me clear this up for everyone. This isn’t charity—it’s strategy. You don’t build an empire by handing out free lunches. You invest. You calculate. You win.
[The room falls into an uneasy silence. A lone journalist raises their hand, voice trembling.]
Journalist: Mr. Gates, are you suggesting your philanthropy is… self-serving?
BG: (leans forward, grinning) Self-serving? Of course, it is! Let’s not pretend otherwise. You think I’d pour billions into global health without expecting a return? The return isn’t just money—it’s influence, power, and control over the future.
[Murmurs ripple through the crowd. A health expert stands up, visibly shaken.]
Health Expert: But… the lives saved? The diseases eradicated?
BG: (shrugs) Collateral benefits. Sure, millions of lives are saved, and diseases are eradicated. That’s the icing on the cake. But let’s not kid ourselves—this is about shaping the world in a way that benefits people like me.
[The audience erupts into chaos. Some shout in outrage, others scramble to leave. Gates remains unfazed, his laughter echoing in the hall.]
BG: (mockingly) Oh, come on! Don’t act so surprised. The game has always been rigged. I just play it better than most.
[From the back of the room, a voice cuts through the noise. It’s Solid Snake, stepping out of the shadows once again.]
Solid Snake (SS): (gruffly) You’ve said enough, Gates. Time to shut this operation down.
BG: (turns to Snake, amused) Ah, the hero returns. What are you going to do, Snake? Expose me? Good luck. I own the narrative.
SS: (clenches fists) Maybe. But the truth has a way of slipping through the cracks. And when it does, no amount of money or power will save you.
[Snake steps forward, locking eyes with Gates as the screen fades to black, leaving the audience to wonder what happens next.]
Title: “The Shared Plate Initiative”
Scene: A cozy, modern café in Seattle. Barack Obama and Bill Gates sit across from each other, a half-eaten plate of fries between them.
Obama: (picking up a fry) You know, Bill, this reminds me of something from the Hippocratic Oath.
Gates: (raising an eyebrow) Really? The oath doctors take? What’s that got to do with fries?
Obama: (grinning) Well, there’s a line—loosely interpreted—that suggests a doctor should share their food.
Gates: (chuckling) I don’t recall that part. Sounds more like the “Host-ocratic Oath.”
Obama: (leaning back, mock serious) Think about it. Medicine isn’t just about curing people; it’s about nurturing them. And what better way to nurture than sharing a meal?
Gates: (smirking) So, you’re saying I should write a check to solve world hunger and pass the fries?
Obama: (pointing a fry at him) Exactly. Sharing resources, whether it’s food or vaccines, is the cornerstone of progress.
Gates: (nodding) Fair point. But, you know, I’ve been sharing quite a bit—philanthropy, technology, global health initiatives.
Obama: (grinning) True, Bill. But let’s not forget the little things. Big ideas start small. Like sharing fries.
Gates: (picking up a fry) Alright, Mr. President. Consider this fry a symbol of our shared commitment to a better world.
Obama: (raising his glass) To shared fries and shared futures.
Gates: (clinking glasses) And maybe a shared dessert, too.
Obama: (laughing) Now you’re talking.
Narrator: And so, two great minds united over fries, proving that sometimes, progress begins with a small act of sharing.
Once the herd accepts mandatory forcible vaccination, it’s game over! They will accept anything — forcible blood or organ donation — for the “greater good.” We can genetically modify children and sterilize them — for the “greater good.” Control sheep minds and you control the herd. Vaccine makers stand to make billions, and many of you in this room today are investors. It’s a big win-win! We thin out the herd and the herd pays us for providing extermination services. Now, what’s for lunch, huh?
Shalom!
— Dr. Henry Kissinger