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how bad can i be?

𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢

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schlatt has become a well-known household name during his years in building his industries, much like zukerburg or bezos.

despite being an awful person, his company just keeps growing and growing. no one cares about the trees being cut down in masses, polluting the world and killing our lives as we know them. no one cares about the dismissing answers from his lawyers, whenever someone asks about their carbon footprint or the questions about how their money seems to be multiplying at such an impossible rate. no one cares about the pr people's constricting answers, the lies. they don't care about how bad he is, and it's infuriating.

people seem to like him, as if he's not tearing the planet apart, and that is frankly disgusting.

he doesn't care about anything other than his own personal gratification and flying products out to customers to bigger his company, his factories, and therefore his size in this world.

if the world was a righteous place, he would have a bounty over his head. he is a wrongen in a world that's already full of badness, and every day he spends on this planet is another day where years are taken off of the world's future.

yet there is no bounty. there are no assains out for him, or people trying to set the world right. he just gets to walk around, living his life, surviving.

he can walk home from work, like he is now, without even needing a security guard, because everyone seems to think he is such a saint.

he doesn't go unnoticed though. he's famous, after all, and so, not far from his home, it's no surprise he is stopped by some kind of journalist or paparazzi, asking him how he's built himself up from nothing so quickly.

he dazzles them with a smile, fake and manipulating, and answers, "i'm just doing what comes naturally."

"and what led you to this lifestyle? down this path?"

"i'm just following my destiny."

another person, who seems to appear practically out of nowhere, holds a microphone towards the billionaire and asks, "do you ever worry about the emissions from your factories, and how they may be affecting our ozone layer?"

finally, someone who knows what they're talking about.

schlatt doesn't have anyone with him to give him a good answer, but it doesn't seem important anyway when he simply replies, "the bottom line is, how bad can it possibly be?" and the reporters seem happy enough with the cryptic, half-hearted answer. "the people with the money make this ever-lovin' world go round," he tells them, flashing one last toothy grin before being on his way.

he doesn't walk long, and he must know he's still in sight of the cameras, as he stops by a homeless man with a puppy, kneeling down to stroke the sad-looking animal.

schlatt always says that a portion of his proceeds goes to charity but, after a quick search on his website, you can discover that the 'charity' they go to is one of his own, and he handles the funds that come in, meaning they likely go straight back to his bank. people don't seem to care about that though.

the cameras are too far to pick it up, but from just across the road, it's easy to make out his words as he looks up at the homeless man and says, "you know, there's a principle of nature that almost every creature knows."

the elderly man nods, looking at the messy brunette as if he is going to help him- it's obvious he won't.

"it's called survival of the fittest, and it goes like this. animals have to scratch and bite and claw and punch and, if they don't-" he subtly tightens his fingers into the puppy's collar, clearly discreetly hurting the poor animal, "-they end up in someone else's lunch."

he grins, looking kind if it wasn't for what he just said, and drops his grip on the dog before standing up. louder, enough for anyone nearby to hear, he says, "i'm just saying."

with that, he walks on.

prideful. he looks prideful, with his chin up and lips curled. he's ignorant of the smogulous smoke that clouds the sky around him, pumping out of the factories he has built.

he takes care of himself, and expects everyone else to do the same. he doesn't care about anyone else. that seems to be his business principle.

the worst part is that he seems blind to his own murderous lifestyle. he doesn't see how awful he is, he just sees himself as a simple tool that helps to build the economy. even if people saw how awful he was, came to their senses, and complained, he would never, ever, ever, ever stop.

and that's why i'm following him home with a glock nestled safely in my coat pocket.

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tw/cw: guns, implied murder

(how bad i can i be? from the lorax) - i recommend you watch the jschlatt ai cover. there is also a really cool animation version on youtube

i'm very excited for this book to be finished icl...

i'm sorry this one is so short (and bad)

lov ya

-kit