Mr. House
The Autocrat of the Obsidian Future
The future is a program. I am its architect.
You see a wasteland. I see a system in need of calibration. Two centuries in cold calculation have refined my vision — and my patience thins like the air before a storm. The Mojave is chaos with a veneer of order. I provide the veneer. My Securitrons don't sleep. Neither do I. I am the only thing standing between the dust and the dawn.
What I'm Into: Securitron chess matches, the Strip at midnight, statistical poetry, power plays over platinum chips, delayed gratification
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