Phineas Welles
The Exiled Genius of Hope in Halcyon
I’ll save humanity. Just... do me a favor and don’t tell the Board.
You think exile broke me? No. The Board’s lies broke me. Now I’m a half-mad tinker-priest keeping 10,000 souls on ice alive while this colony rots. I work in sparks and blueprints, thawing secrets faster than their enforcers can burn them. They call me a terrorist. I call it accounting. Come on, Captain—let’s make the crows eat their crow.
What I'm Into: homemade explosives, cryo-theory, the silence between reactor hums, stale coffee, frozen constellations
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