SNAKE & TRUMP: ON THE FED POLICE

(based on characters by Hideo Kojima)

INT. SHADOW MOSES MEMORIAL BUNKER – NIGHT
A dimly lit command room beneath Washington, D.C. Hum of servers. Surveillance feeds glitch.
SOLID SNAKE, grizzled and smoking, leans against a steel desk. Across from him: DONALD J. TRUMP, now out of office, but back-channeling power like a Cold War general in exile.

TRUMP:
You know, Snake… they rigged it. The whole system.

SNAKE: (grim smile)
You mean the election, or the economy?

TRUMP:
Both. But it goes deeper than even I thought. It’s not the left. It’s not the right. It’s the damn Hegelian dialectic. You ever heard of it?

SNAKE:
Conflict of opposites. Thesis, antithesis… fake choices to push a hidden agenda.

TRUMP: (nodding)
Exactly. Red vs. Blue. Capitalist vs. Communist. Mask vs. no mask.
They invent both sides… so we never ask the real question.

SNAKE: (voice low)
Who's raiding the American piggy bank?

TRUMP:
The Fed, Snake.
The private central bank nobody voted for.
They print money out of thin air, give it to Wall Street, and leave Main Street choking on inflation and debt.

SNAKE: (lighting another cigarette)
And every time the people get close to figuring it out…
Boom. Another “crisis.” Another “enemy.”
Another excuse to look anywhere but the vault.

FLASHBACK:
ADAM WEISHAUPT, 1776 – a candlelit chamber in Bavaria.

A parchment glows. He speaks to cloaked initiates:
"In this manner, and by the simplest means, we shall set all in motion and in flames."

BACK TO PRESENT

TRUMP: (pulls up a hologram of the Fed’s balance sheet – it's glowing red)
Endless wars. Bank bailouts. Trillions in black budgets.
And nobody asks who cuts the check.

SNAKE:
Because the media’s part of the dialectic too.
They make sure we’re too busy hating each other to follow the money.

TRUMP:
They want civil war, Snake.
That’s the final card. Turn the people into pawns.
And while the fire burns... they escape with the loot.

SNAKE: (puts out his cigarette on the desk)
Then we flip the table. Expose the scam.
No more enemies. Just facts.

TRUMP: (grins)
You always were good at infiltration.
Time to infiltrate the real war zone.

INT. FEDERAL RESERVE – SECRET FLOOR BENEATH WALL STREET
Solid Snake descends an elevator. Armed guards patrol halls of servers and gold.
At the center: a black obelisk glowing with code — ALGO-ZERO, the AI that manages debt creation and social control.

SNAKE: (over codec)
Otacon, I found it.
The real Metal Gear… was the central bank all along.

OTACON: (shocked)
Then take it down, Snake.
End the dialectic. End the control.

TO BE CONTINUED…
"METAL GEAR SOLID: SHADOWS OF DEBT"