Lincoln lounged across from me in my private office, patiently flipping through classified reports while sipping a cup of bitter Site‑999 coffee. In the outside world he was Mr. William Fell, a respected high‑ranking U.S. government official with decades of spotless service. In reality? He was O5‑5 – Lincoln, one of the reincarnated original Overseers and one of the key architects behind what America would one day become.
I leaned back in my chair, the nanotech pen‑disguised O5 suit resting lightly in my coat pocket, the Reality Stone amulet pulsing faintly against my skin. The office holograms dimmed as I pulled up the latest intel.
"Alright, Lincoln," I sighed. "Let's go over this again. America is the priority. Mars is progressing. Thrawn's fleet is stable. Our Space Marine division is coming together. But America…" I tapped the dossier on my desk. "America is the beast we need to tame."
Lincoln nodded, lacing his fingers together.
"You know it as well as I do," he said quietly. "What the United States becomes in the next century shapes the world. Military, industry, superhuman law, public policy, global alliances… everything. If we secure its political structure, the Foundation controls the future."
He wasn't wrong.
America was a nexus point.A global pivot.An empire wearing democracy as a mask.
But a beast that large required subtle chains.
Only three of us had public identities:
O5‑4 – Sun Tzu, the modern emperor of Japan, whose 'natural' lifespan would be… problematic in 60–80 years.O5‑6 – Victor von Doom, legitimate monarch of Latveria and one of the easiest assets to maintain control of, since Doom liked order.And Lincoln himself.
Their visibility was useful but dangerous. My job was staying invisible. Only a handful of people in the world knew my real identity; most believed I was simply the eccentric genius directing Site 999 for the true O5‑1.
Good. Let them think that.
Lincoln slid a stack of papers across the table. "We've gained control of twenty‑six Senators, fifteen Governors, and about one hundred Congressional representatives. Direct control, influence, or bribery. But to fully secure the country, we need key cabinet positions."
"Secretary of Defense," I muttered.
"And Homeland Security," Lincoln added. "Plus certain judges on the Supreme Court. Fortunately, the psychic paper will help with high‑level infiltration."
I smirked. "That's why I bought the tech. We'll rewrite multiple realities long before the public even suspects."
"Good," he said. "Because the political landscape is shifting too quickly. With superhumans rising, with mutants becoming more prominent, the U.S. government is terrified. They're trying to secure power before they lose control."
I leaned forward. "Which plays into our hands."
Lincoln smiled faintly.
"You always were the strategist among us."
"And you were always the politician," I countered.
The hologram flickered, shifting to new intel: President‑level conversations, secret meetings, black ops budgets, attempts to emulate super-soldier programs.
"America wants its own Avengers," I said.
"And they'll get them," Lincoln replied. "Except most will be ours. Or dependent on our tech."
I drummed my fingers on the desk, thinking.
"Sun Tzu controls Japan. Doom controls Latveria. We have easy influence over multiple European networks. Shangri‑La is neutral but cooperative. Mars will be ours within a decade."
Lincoln nodded.
"But America is the crown jewel. And the hardest to seize."
I tapped the hologram, zooming in on the Capitol. "We control enough senators to steer policy, but not enough to rewrite it. Not yet."
Lincoln sighed. "We'll need more leverage. Leverage that makes them obedient."
I knew exactly what kind of leverage he meant:Anomalies.Technologies.SCP assets.Political puppets with SCP‑induced addictions to obedience.
But we both understood the risk.
"No mass influence," I said carefully. "We do subtle guidance or we risk creating a political anomaly outbreak."
He nodded. "Of course. That's your specialty."
We sat in silence for a moment as the hologram cycled through upcoming elections.
"…How's Luna?" Lincoln asked suddenly.
I softened instantly. "She's perfect. She's… everything I wanted. And more powerful than I ever imagined."
He smirked. "Your daughter might be the most dangerous being on the planet."
"Not 'dangerous,'" I corrected. "Powerful. There's a difference."
He chuckled. "If you say so."
I cleared my throat. "Let's focus. So our long‑term plan: embed our agents deeper into America's political system. Slowly replace compromised officials. Use psychic paper for infiltration. And secure military funding pipelines to the Foundation."
Lincoln's eyes gleamed."America won't realize what's happening until it's already under our control."
"Exactly," I said. "And when the world changes—mutants rising, alien threats, superhuman evolution—we'll be the ones steering the ship."
Lincoln rose from his chair, gathering his documents. "Then let's get to work."
"Always."
He paused at the door.
"And when America finally belongs to us?" he asked.
I smirked.
"Then we fix the world."
He nodded once, then stepped into the elevator, disappearing behind reinforced doors.
I leaned back, letting out a breath.
America.The most important nation in the world.And soon enough…another piece on the board.