Once Doctor Connor had left, Division Chief Morbus let out a slow breath. His hand trembled as he reached for the glass of water on his desk, sweat beading on his forehead.
She had believed him. His cover as a killeveryoneist was intact—for now.
Years of rising through Effective Evil’s ranks had been worth it. Most of their schemes—pandemics, assassinations—were temporary setbacks. But AI alignment? That was everything. And he had steered it, subtly and carefully, into hands that might save humanity.
He chuckled at the nickname he had been given “The King of Lies”. Playing the villain to protect the future was an exhausting game.
Morbus set down the glass, staring at its rippling surface. Perhaps one day, an underling would see through him and end the charade. But not today.
Today, humanity’s hope still lived—hidden behind the guise of Effective Evil.
Once Doctor Connor had left, Division Chief Morbus let out a slow breath. His hand trembled as he reached for the glass of water on his desk, sweat beading on his forehead.
She had believed him. His cover as a killeveryoneist was intact—for now.
Years of rising through Effective Evil’s ranks had been worth it. Most of their schemes—pandemics, assassinations—were temporary setbacks. But AI alignment? That was everything. And he had steered it, subtly and carefully, into hands that might save humanity.
He chuckled at the nickname he had been given “The King of Lies”. Playing the villain to protect the future was an exhausting game.
Morbus set down the glass, staring at its rippling surface. Perhaps one day, an underling would see through him and end the charade. But not today.
Today, humanity’s hope still lived—hidden behind the guise of Effective Evil.