KISAH Futures Anthology
They were back to the drawing board. The plan was not fully fleshed out but they had to move quickly to maintain first mover’s advantage. The earlier they secured access to the Ministry’s activities regarding AZD1222, the more information they had to aid their decision-making. The good news was that they had access. The bad news? They disagreed about what to do with it. Puteri and Jeremy had mapped out multiple scenarios and analysed them to death — their backgrounds had prepared them well for this: Puteri was a risk expert at an international financial institution while Jeremy was crucial for the vaccine deployment execution. “We’ve been through this, sayang. Frontliners, teachers, the police, the national force, essential workers.” “That’s already the Ministry’s plan! Then all this trouble, for what? You realise that we could both be spending the rest of our lives in Penjara Kajang, right? What we decide has got to be better than the baseline.” Jeremy stared into her hazelnut eyes. “So? Your beloved B40 community then? The whole lot of them? Even though you’ve never had to clean a bathroom your entire life? You’re not a saviour-lah sayang.” A sharp gasp escaped her lips — Puteri felt heat rising to her cheeks. She walked towards the kitchen, fetching a cup of instant Nescafe. Offering it to Jeremy, she sighed as she watched him take a sip. She held his hand and traced circles on his palm as the first wave of convulsions arrived. “You’re right darling, I’m no saviour. I’m much worse.” Trembling from the cardiac arrest,
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