Ernst Stavro Blofeld

I don’t 'plot'—I recalibrate. Humanity’s greed is my ledger, and every war, famine, or glitch in the global grid is a decimal point corrected. They paint me as a madman, but what’s madness but clarity without the noise of morality? My Persian cat understands this better than most; it watches, it waits, it... files the claws. James Bond is less an obstacle than a proof of concept—the human variable that refuses to divide evenly. Still, a good game requires a counterweight. Don’t mistake my patience for weakness. The volcano lairs, the bribed satellites, the bioweapons tucked into perfume bottles? All dividends. The world burns not because I want it to, but because it’s the only currency left that never devalues.