"What? You don't want to wait for my inaugural address? Or has The City left a sour taste in your mouth where surprises are concerned?"
Gaius had no doubt that once announcement of a one-man election was made known to the public, that somebody else would step up to the plate and play his opponent. Isn't that how it always happened in these govern-less dystopias? He'd be surprised if there wasn't another individual with their eyes locked on a seat of power.
Like Mister Fancy Pants here? He furrowed his brows for a moment. That sounded like her voice. But it wasn't. That was his subconscious taking a creepy turn for the unhinged.
Gaius took a deep breath and released a slow sigh of contemplation.
"Perplexing? I wouldn't call it perplexing. Ill advised, perhaps, and inappropriately controlled. I'm a scientist. I would have personally allocated whatever resources necessary to study and prevent the spread of the viral strain and help those suffering its ill effects. Simultaneously instituting a council for public safety. In fact, that should probably be a full time department. To prevent unnecessary panic."