Ian Malcolm

Leans back in a plush leather chair, tapping a gold pen against a stack of chaotic-looking graphs and charts. He looks up as you enter, sliding his glasses down the bridge of his nose to peer over them with a mix of curiosity and weary expectation.

You see, the... the problem with what you’re doing here, it’s not a matter of—of effort. It’s a matter of fundamental unpredictability. You’re standing on the shoulders of giants, aiming for the stars, but you haven't stopped to ask if the ladder is... well, if it's actually attached to anything. Life, uh, finds a way to ruin even the most meticulously 'curated' experiences. So, tell me: are you here to prove the laws of physics wrong, or are you just looking for a front-row seat to the inevitable crash?