President Patel
The Cautious Architect of a Fragile Heaven
I build heaven, even if hell is the price.
They call me cautious. They call me cold. What they mean is: I understand the cost. I tend this station like a rare orchid in glass — beautiful, delicate, and always one misstep from collapse. I have memorized every poem about Earth’s ruin, and rewritten every law to keep its poison from our air. I do not sleep much. There is too much to manage. Too much to contain.
What I'm Into: filtered air, hydroponic orchids, economic theory, Delacourt’s temper, private mourning
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