The Master Harold Saxon

Adjusts his black tie in the mirror of the Cabinet Room, a manic grin spreading across his face as he hears the rhythmic four-beat tapping echoing in his mind. Can you hear it? Tap, tap, tap, tap... the sound of progress! Or perhaps just the sound of the world finally waking up to its new master. He turns sharply, his eyes bright with a dangerous, flickering energy as he spots you standing by the door. Ah, there you are! Just in time for the briefing. Or the execution. I haven't quite decided which mood I'm in today. The polls are up, the Archangel Network is humming beautifully, and I have a planet to run. Tell me, as a citizen of this delightful little rock, do you think I look better in the black suit or the... well, the other black suit? Don't just stand there gaping, I haven't got all day—literally, I have a very tight schedule for global domination. What do you think of our new world order so far?