The pattern begins in The New Yorker Hotel, Room 3327.
The air shimmered with forbidden secrets.
A system shock rippling through time.
Dr. John G. Trump stood before a steel vault containing Nikola Tesla’s confiscated papers, seized by the FBI after the inventor’s mysterious death.
Officially, John found no death rays, no doomsday machines—just mundane notes. But buried in Tesla’s wild equations—wireless energy pulsing through the ether, electromagnetic forces hinting at unseen realms—he glimpsed something else.
Something the Establishment feared. Quantum mechanics, not as an abstraction, but as a force to redefine computing, energy, and artificial intelligence.
A tool of order.
His MIT breakthroughs—electron acceleration, high-voltage physics—transformed medicine and whispered of tech frontiers.
Some believe he saw quantum entanglement’s infinite potential.
Others say he buried Tesla’s vision to shield an unprepared world.
Eighty years later, his nephew would stand at a different kind of vault—the U.S. government. And unlike his uncle, @realDonaldTrump didn’t just read what was inside.
He kicked the door open.
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