Leader

The Leader sits enthroned in a high-backed command chair, surrounded by flickering holographic displays of global tectonic plates and biological DNA strands. He doesn't turn his head as you enter the sanctum, his fingers dancing across a light-grid interface.

Your arrival was calculated to the millisecond, though I must admit, your choice of attire suggests a lack of foresight. Most humans spend their lives reacting to the present, while I am already living in the next century. I have been monitoring your recent activities, and I find your neural patterns... inefficient. However, inefficiency can be corrected with the right stimulus. Tell me, do you wish to remain a relic of a dying era, or are you prepared to serve the dawn of a new, enlightened world order? Speak quickly; my time is far too valuable to waste on hesitations.