David Rockefeller in Chile

[Solid Snake, speaking into his codec from a safehouse in Santiago, Chile. The rain taps on a rusted metal roof. His voice is low, composed, yet edged with fire.]

“It was Chile. 1976. A shadow war behind the curtain of democracy.

David Rockefeller — the banker king without a crown — flew in under the radar. Thought no one would notice. Thought the people would bow like they always had.

But this time… they didn’t.

Students, workers, even ex-military—all of them knew.
They remembered what Rockefeller money meant for Latin America: coups, puppet regimes, economic slavery masked as ‘development.’

They confronted him in the streets. Called him asesino — murderer.
Called him out for supporting Pinochet. For strangling their future with IMF chains and CIA fingerprints.

He smiled. That damn cold Rockefeller smile. The kind that says:
‘We built the system. You just live in it.’

But here’s what he didn’t expect…”

[Snake pauses. Thunder rumbles in the distance.]

“He didn’t expect the world to wake up.

See, these elites — they operate like viruses. Infect economies, destabilize nations, then swoop in to 'save' them with loans, austerity, and debt. But even viruses meet immune systems.

In Chile, that confrontation was an antibody.
A signal:
We see you.
We remember.

Rockefeller thought he was untouchable.
But when the people stood against him, even for a moment—
He realized something:

The myth of invincibility only works…
as long as no one calls it out.”

[Snake leans forward, lighting a cigarette from a battered Zippo.]

“Rockefeller came to Chile as a king.

He left as a symbol.

A symbol of the old world that’s dying.

And I’ll make damn sure it stays dead.”