I’m going to die in a world worse than the one I was born into, but goddammit I’m throwing a poncho over some billionaire’s HVAC intake before I go.
Apropos *gestures at the world* I am constantly reminded that the burning question on billionaires’ brains is “after the world is reduced to a smoking husk by our own actions, how do we keep our security team loyal to us once money no longer has meaning?”
Tech billionaires are buying up luxurious bunkers to survive a societal collapse they helped create, but like everything they do, it has unintended consequences
*stops dumping packing peanuts into a 55gal drum of diesel* is that all we needed to do?
Worst Bond villains ever. Wouldn’t even last five minutes in a Roger Moore installment.
Box full of fly pupae.