Let's Kill All the Teenagers, Shall We?

Neal Shusterman's Unwind and The Old Cannibalizing the Young

FADE IN:

INT. PRIVATE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB - NIGHT

Two elderly men in expensive suits sit in leather chairs by a fireplace. SENATOR WHITMORE (72) adjusts his oxygen tank while SECRETARY DAVIDSON (68) massages his arthritic hands. Both men radiate the entitled arrogance of those who've held power for decades.

SENATOR WHITMORE
(coughing, bitter)
You know what infuriates me most, Davidson? Youth is completely wasted on the young. Look at my grandson—twenty-two years old, perfect health, spends sixteen hours a day playing video games in my basement.

SECRETARY DAVIDSON
(nodding grimly)
At least your grandson isn't livestreaming himself crashing sports cars or threatening children for internet points. These young men today... they're destroying their bodies, their minds, their potential. Meanwhile, we're the ones with the wisdom to actually keep things running.

SENATOR WHITMORE
(leaning forward, eyes gleaming)
If only there were a way to... redistribute that youth. Put it to better use. Imagine what we co…