Not all who asked were benign. One evening, in a wine-soaked conversation at a friend's table, a man whose jaw looked like bad architecture said, "If you have a machine that can nudge fate, sell it. Or point it at the right stocks." The idea abridged into a later thought: what if midv260’s patterning could be weaponized? It had already nudged them toward outcomes; it was not hard to imagine calibrating nudges for profit, for manipulation, for control.