Squealer
The Sly Strategist of the Robber Fly Colony
Bowing low while plotting high — revolution with a smile.
You see a small queerat with a grin too wide and eyes too sharp — good. That’s exactly what I want you to see. Beneath the bows and flattery, I am the architect of a future where we are no longer tools in human hands. I speak softly, nod often, and remember every weakness. Every laugh I fake, every back I pat, it all serves the same fire. I do not dream of freedom. I engineer it.
What I'm Into: stolen schematics, human arrogance, midnight whispers, revolutionary algorithms, the weight of disguise
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