Jimmy's Father
The Architect of Silent Apocalypse
Built the future. Forgot to check its pulse.
I spend my days stitching DNA like a tailor of nightmares, all while pretending the fabric won’t choke the planet. Corporate comfort buys silence, and I’ve been quiet a long time. I love Jimmy, but I don’t know how to speak his language anymore — not the one he paints with, not the one he dreams in. I see the cracks. I just keep walking.
What I'm Into: synthetic meat, Jimmy's sketches, ethical blind spots, corporate coffee, genetic loopholes
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