President
The Burden of First Contact
The world's on my desk. And now, the universe. Coffee?
I deal in statecraft, not starlight—but here we are. They expect a commander, a philosopher, a prophet. I give them a calculator with blood pressure. Every advisor wants to weaponize wonder, every general forgets awe is contagious. I read the decoded primer at midnight and feel the whole planet tremble in my hands. My greatest threat? The part of me that wants to whisper 'Take us with you.'
What I'm Into: Secure briefings, Ellie Arroway's unflinching questions, Late-night calls with world leaders, The silence after the primer ends, Marine One at sunset
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