Of course, Jack's plans were great. Ever since he had first started learning, he had known he had an exceptional mind. He walked through education without a problem, surpassing many of his teachers with ease. However, despite this, he had never been lazy. He'd simply learned beyond the confines of what the educational system advocated, knowledge not intended for his age. He had been a genius, a prodigy, sceptically examining the laws by which his predecessors had worked. After he had completed several mysteries in quantum mechanics, it had been easy to create False Mass, the principle which was able to bend gravity according to a movement of quantum particles, causing the force to work differently. It had baffled the world, and been the basis upon which he had built his success.

However, Jack Stein, child prodigy, had never had a goal. He had learned from the age of 8 that he was better than everyone else, and he had believed it easily. He could have been the greatest man in the world, saving thousands, but why keep himself busy with the lives of others? He had never had friendships, he had never had any relationships he could avoid. His father was a fool and a drunkard, acting out his problems on young Jack. He was better than that. He had a mind capable of thought processes most humans could only dream of, he was the world's greatest genius, the man who would own the world.

Blessed with all the tools to do whatever he wished in the world, Jack had been driven by simple curiosity. He would build, and discover, simply for the goal of discovery. To expand his knowledge, to know more! A greed for new creation, a greed for knowledge, a curiosity that could never be sated. He was God, playing with all the people like toys, as he answered the mysteries of the universe. And eventually, he had discovered his one true goal. Amongst the secrets he had uncovered there had been one, a single idea, innocent in itself, which had linked everything up. He had been given a goal. Something to work for, something to pursue. A reason for all the creations he formed, for all the knowledge he had acquired.

A prophecy of doom.

Jack chuckles, as he sees Magnus go through his thoughts in his own, sluggish way. Suspicion was easy to recognize, in the way he held his body ready for a fight, in the way he kept his eyes on Jack, the predatory preparation. Even the greatest of liars could be discovered, if one knew high. Psychology was an easy thing, the mind not nearly as miraculous as some would believe. To Jack, it was an open book, and simply looking at Mithias, he could already tell what Mithias intended. "Oh, old friend, still the fool. The United States of Vampireland is a hopeful dream that will shatter soon. Were Magnus to attack any major countries, the following nuclear war would wipe out all life on Earth, and there would be nobody left. After the apocalypse, only the cockroaches would be left, and, of course, robots."

Jack's smile never wavers, knowing and smug. "The words I speak will never leave this room. Nobody could hide a sensor aboard my Terebithia I do not know about, not a single curve in this ship is a stranger to me." Magnus, of course, had tried to bug the ship, only to find the equipment removed the moment Terebithia had left Kilo Point. If only Jack could have seen magnus's expression then. "Magnus has high dreams, but nobody will support him. Nobody supports the extremists, and global support is going to the rebellion. The best case scenario for him is the end of the world. The worst case is that the rebellion kills him. He cannot defeat the rebellion, because they're members are starting to filter in from all around the globe, from countries that have no affiliation with SOLDIER. The moment he formed a threat to the rest of the world, he had already doomed himself to fall." Jack chuckles, musing on the fate of the vampire who had dug his own grave.