The Controller lifted the embossed leather bound copy of Sun Tzu “Art of War” from the book shelf and idly flicked the pages. His eye was caught by the section on types of spy and the phrase expendable spies leapt out at him. He smiled. Espionage had moved on since Sun’s day. At some stage a military mind had noted that it was not necessary to recruit a spy to become an expendable spy. After all, no one with a grain of intelligence would consent to be recruited if they knew how they were to be used. But expendable spies were needed. As bait. To draw out the opposition. The solution was to use any handy low status member of the public who just happened to be in the right position. Perfect bait. Criminal minds soon develop a sixth sense for secret police penetration but an ordinary mug Joe or Jill Public raises no suspicions. What’s more if the target takes the bait then becomes suspicious and attacks the bait to find out what’s going on, they would know absolutely nothing.
Of course, being expendable and being totally ignorant, the person so used could end up dead or worse, but then there isn’t a people shortage, so the numbers of people who can be thrown out as bait is virtually limitless – lower class women, blacks, Jews, homos – anyone different. Anyone not subservient. Any stupid Untermenschen with hopes of raising themselves.
The Controller smiled and carefully replaced “Art of War” back on the shelf. Infinite ignorant cannon fodder. What joy!