Stanley NC - Northwest Conglomerate shortened their Moiety names - leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, a predatory smile playing on his lips as he surveyed the young, eager faces gathered around the table. He liked his job as a TA; there was a lot of choice meat to play with. His tall, lean frame oozed confidence, and his chiseled features were as sharp and cutting as the words he wielded like a weapon. His eyes, a piercing blue, seemed to bore into the souls of those he addressed.

"Now, tell me," he began, his voice like velvet over steel, "what do you think of this new movement sweeping across New Earth? The people are clamoring for democracy and capitalism, but are they truly ready for such power?"

A young woman hesitated before speaking, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of her skirt. "It could bring about great change," she ventured, her voice trembling slightly.

Stanley chuckled, the sound like ice shattering. "Ah, yes, change. But is it for the better, or will it simply lead to chaos and disorder?" He fixed her with his icy gaze, the intensity of his stare making her squirm. "You see, my dear, the masses are easily swayed, easily manipulated. They crave the illusion of power, and yet they lack the wisdom to wield it responsibly."

The young woman's face flushed with embarrassment, but she steeled herself and retorted, "But surely, there must be a way to channel that desire for change into something constructive, something that benefits all?"

Stanley leaned back, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. "Your optimism is charming, truly," he said, his voice dripping with false warmth. "It's refreshing to see such innocence in a world so often marred by cynicism. It's a pity that it's often squandered on the naive belief that the masses know what's best for them." His words were like a slap, leaving the woman's face flushed and her eyes shining with unshed tears.

The room was silent as his words hung in the air, heavy with truth and menace. Several women in the group fawned over the handsome, wealthy viper, but one stood out, her dark eyes glittering with cunning and ambition. Her name was Tia.

Tia leaned forward, her eyes locked on Stanley's. "You speak of manipulating the masses," she said, her voice confident and clear. "There was a leader from Earth's past who excelled at that very thing. A so-called president of a United States."

Stanley's eyes gleamed with interest. "Ah, yes. That one," he mused. "The master of chaos and misinformation. Tell me, what lessons can we learn from his time in power?"

Tia smirked. "He was a divisive figure, but he understood how to weaponize fear and hatred. He manipulated the media, using social platforms to spread his message, often through sensationalism and outright lies. He understood the power of emotions over reason."

Stanley nodded, his fascination growing. "He preyed upon the anxieties and prejudices of his base, turning them against one another and against anyone who dared to oppose him. By doing so, he ensured their loyalty and maintained his grip on power."

Tia's eyes sparkled with a cruel cunning. "He used tactics like scapegoating, blaming minorities and outsiders for the problems faced by his supporters. In doing so, he created a common enemy that united his followers and distracted them from the true sources of their suffering."

If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

"And he wasn't afraid to bend or break the rules to achieve his goals," Stanley added, his admiration for Trump's tactics evident in his voice. "He pushed the boundaries of political norms, testing the limits of his power and reshaping the landscape of American politics in the process."

The conversation grew more intense as Tia and Stanley delved deeper into the darker aspects of Trumpian politics. They discussed the impact of his administration on international relations, the erosion of democratic institutions, and the cult-like following that embraced his every word.

As they spoke, it became clear that both Tia and Stanley saw potential in the ruthless tactics employed by Trump and his ilk. They recognized the power to be gained by exploiting the fears and prejudices of the masses, and the danger posed by unchecked ambition and corruption.

The conversation ebbed and flowed, the debate growing heated and tense. Stanley dissected each argument with surgical precision, his ruthless intellect on full display. Then, without warning, the door swung open, and Julie, Stanley's half-sister, strode into the room, her expression stormy.

"Stanley," Julie said, her voice low and urgent, leaning in closer to her brother, "we really need to talk about this whole Inch situation."

Stanley raised an eyebrow, his attention momentarily drawn away from the debate. "Inch? What's got you so worked up about him?"

"You're playing a dangerous game, brother," Julie warned, her eyes flashing with concern. "This obsession you have with turning Inch into some kinda twisted plaything of yours could bring the wrath of the Ghim and Xacious houses down upon our family. You gotta reconsider."

Stanley scoffed, his confidence unwavering. "You always worry too much, sis. I've got everything under control."

Julie shook her head, desperation creeping into her voice. "Stan, listen to me. You can't keep toying with people like they're pieces on a chessboard. Inch ain't just some pawn, and the other houses ain't gonna take it lying down."

Stanley leaned back in his chair, an air of smug satisfaction surrounding him. "My dear Julie, do you think I haven't considered the consequences? I've been playing this game far longer than you. Inch is just another piece in the grand scheme of things. The Ghim and Xacious houses? Mere obstacles in our path to greatness."

Julie's expression tightened, frustration evident in her voice. "Don't let your arrogance blind you to the danger, Stan. One day, you might push things too far, and we'll all pay the price."

Stanley smirked and patted Julie's hand dismissively. "Relax, sis. I've got it handled. Trust me."

As Julie watched her brother turn back to the debate, she couldn't help but feel a chill crawl down her spine. She prayed that his overconfidence wouldn't be the downfall of their family.

Stanley's eyes flashed with anger and something darker, a twisted desire that defied reason. He strode across the room, his movements predatory, and when he reached Julie, he pulled her to him, his lips crushing against hers in a passionate, incestuous kiss. To the shock of those present, Julie returned the kiss with equal fervor, her arms wrapped around his neck as she clung to him.

The room filled with gasps of shock and revulsion, but Tia watched, her eyes narrowed, her interest piqued. Stanley NC was a man of many layers, his intelligence unmatched on New Earth. He embraced the most ruthless aspects of the far-right political philosophies from Earth's past, exploiting the masses to further his own ambitions. And as the passionate, twisted dance between Stanley and Julie continued, the threads of fate began to weave a dark and dangerous tapestry that would shape the destiny of New Earth and all who lived upon it.