The arguing is over, and the council has new leadership.
My name is Rod, and my people are the bradicor. You can call me 'Your Honor.'
Your honor, are you immortal?
No, but my people are immune to any further effects of aging.
But... By our current laws, that means one of you will always be the senior councilor.
Eh, you'll get tired of me and pass new laws, or have us all assassinated. Toppling a gerontocracy is always good, clean fun.
Cynicism in the ruling class? What a concept.