Here is how it is going to go down.
The year is 2095, the last few living survivors from the meme war meet at a pepe memorial in Washington D.C. and greet both shill, anon, and operator alike. Nobody gives their names but instead wear a T-shirt of their favorite meme. Some anon is told by an ageing NSA analyst that the last member of Q died in 2076 and that their names would all be automatically declassified in 2124. Some old guy wearing a toots little fighter meme on his shirt cries a little bit over this and buys a cone from an ice cream stand run by airforce intelligence as a cover for watching the anons at the meet up. A creepy old man from Mossad shakes some anon's hands and goes on to explain which of the shill psyops were originally from Israel and which weren't and why. Most of the anons aren't at all surprised. Everybody knows who the FBI shill is because they still adhere the FBI dress code.