04/28/2023
Dictator of Cuba: Suicide
After his visit to the poorest neighborhood in the country, Miguel feels empathy for the first time in his country. The sadness of the people floods his cold, dry heart for the first time, making him reflect and question what he saw and what he has done. After two weeks, he was sleepless and it made him doubt. Before, he was capable of doing more atrocious things, but a simple event on an ordinary day has slowly made him see his hand stained with the blood of the people, his past, present, and future. Everything he did fills him with self-loathing and endless disgust. After three weeks, he realizes that the devil does not exist. He tries to hide his condition from the public, but inside, he only wants to end his pathetic and disgusting life. He is afraid of falling into purgatory, but he is too cowardly to do it on his own and pay for everything he did invades him. What was once pity. And regret turned into fear, fear of justice because it will haunt him wherever he goes. So, against all odds, he decided to heed his most humane thoughts. He gathered all the information on the politicians who persecute him, those who have ruined Cuba. He compiled photos, names, and every instance of corruption. Then he made a video and described every evil act his government committed. He pointed out everyone involved to end it. He delivered the document and the video to various media outlets so that it couldn't be censored. He immediately made a government report in which he tried to apologize, but couldn't utter the words. Seconds passed before he pulled out a gun and shot himself in the head on May 19, 2023, at 6:23 pm.
I let go of my hands, which were somewhat tired from writing exactly what I had written.
HAHAHAHAHA.
My laughter bounced off the walls of the apartment; I laughed for more than five seconds.
"How did it go?" she asked, sitting back on the small bedroom sofa as if floating between the banal and the absurd.
I replied in a dry voice:
"In three weeks... the extreme fun begins."
"Three weeks? What happens in three weeks?" She tilted her head. "Or are you just going to kill someone important?"
I stood up and walked to the window, from the 12th floor.
"It's not someone," I said without looking at her. "It's something. Hmm... she's going to commit suicide in public."
"Ohhh... are you going to attack the structure? I like that. I was getting bored of so many deaths of unimportant people."
"I've already planned everything," I whispered. "The person I'll eliminate in three weeks won't just die."
—His fall will be the beginning of panic.---
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05/19/2023
The news exploded on every channel, in every language, on every voice: the death of the Cuban dictator who had ruined a country for decades. He had just committed suicide in the middle of a government report. No one understood how.
The networks collapsed. Theories began to overflow the forums, the newscasts, the murmurs in the street.
—It will surely attract everyone's attention, I murmured, staring at my computer with a cup of tea in my hands.
Sea sat on the couch, legs crossed, a fascinated expression.
—And now what?—he asked with a malicious smile.
—The next day the collapse began.
05/20/2023
One by one, the military and corrupt allies of the Cuban government fell. Some woke up dead in their bedrooms, others on the streets, others in prison, others trying to escape amid the chaos.
In Cuba, the streets were filled with a furious celebration. It was pure joy: it was unleashed fury, a cry suppressed by generations. They danced, they cried, they broke statues that for decades they couldn't even look at with contempt. The cameras couldn't keep up with recording each act of liberation.
"Look at this," Sea said, showing me on a screen. "This one in particular tried to escape in his private plane, eleven minutes after takeoff... boom. A "gas accident," they say."
The image showed the wreckage of the plane burning in the middle of a field. Nothing recognizable remained.
"They never thought they would be hit, they thought they were above it all," I commented, without emotion, "but time touched them."
Sea laughed. A laugh that made it seem like the universe itself was laughing with us.
"What's next, Johan?" she asked, already knowing the answer would bring another smile.
"Write and write... the most important ones are missing."
Replacement's Right Hand: Accident
After the world went crazy over the former president's suicide, the victim ###, who has been implicated in very serious crimes, begins to panic and fear. He fears being arrested and paying for his crimes. He fears death. He fears the people finding him and taking justice into their own hands. He fears his allies and his enemies. He fears betrayal. This fear grows rapidly over these two days, causing anxiety and panic attacks. He has nightmares and begins to spiral into madness. Pressure from the people and the press makes him think that if he informs on everyone he can, he might be able to escape his fate. He begins to gather statements and evidence implicating high-ranking officials who, despite the events, have not been arrested. He also makes a list with the names and faces of several people that the former president did not mention, while he continues gathering information, the victim ### wakes up with several nightmares, death and the ghosts of the town torment him, he begins to hallucinate with them. They tell him that the sins he has committed are too serious, that he will not be able to betray them all, only someone good will he be able to finish them all, only then will he be free, only if he finishes them all, this nightmare and hallucination make the victim look for an ally, a person who has a respectable position in the police, he makes sure to find someone who is honest. He contacts him anonymously and gives him a copy of the files, he does the same with a judge, making sure he is honest. At this point, his madness drives him crazy, and he tells them that if he dies, they must assume it was the government's doing. On a road trip on May 24th, he has a panic attack. He believes they are after him, so he records himself naming the people he betrayed, hailing his victory. He begins to believe he is freed from all his sins. He posts all of this on his social media. After a few seconds, he crashes into a pole, catching fire, causing a traffic accident.
New President: Assassination
After the former president's suicide and learning of all the crimes committed by him and those close to him, the new president has a nervous breakdown. He fears for his life, but more importantly, he fears losing power and being like the people he left behind. In his desperation, he begins the militarization of his country, ordering force against the people. He tries to reduce protests to zero, but this increases hatred for those on the list, and demonstrations against corruption increase. Every time he speaks in public, he ends up cursing and challenging the people, unwittingly admitting their crimes and their lack of interest in the country. On May 24th, after learning of the betrayal of his greatest ally, he decides to make a more challenging statement. He doesn't seem to regret his suicides, and before he can finish his speech, he dies from a gunshot to the head by a senior military officer.
Senior Military Officer: Suicide
After everything that has happened to the country and the world, the military officer realizes that the end of the corrupt government has arrived. He begins to think that God or some kind of higher entity has intervened, and therefore deduces that the status quo is impossible. Unbeknownst to him, the military officer falls into a deep depression as he finally feels the weight of all the deaths the government has caused.
The new president orders him to militarize the country, and he follows his orders to the letter, but warns his soldiers not to kill any civilians, and that those who have not committed any crimes must support the people. On May 24th, he prays to God, telling Him of all his sins and saying he feels he can end the evil in the country. He must begin with the new president's madness and that he should serve as an example to keep any scum in check. He uses all his means to conspire against the president so that no one can stop his future assassination. He makes a select group of honest people and gives them all the necessary power so that no one can remove them from their position and tells them clearly that it will soon be in their hands to fight for the country and for the good of the people. So on May 24th in the middle of the president's conference he shoots him in the head. The broadcast does not end, the coup d'état has begun, he asks for the support of the people for a prosperous future, he asks good people not to be manipulated by power, he asks for everything that according to him is above man, to punish all those who govern as tyrants and whose policies do not seek the good of the people, he attacks socialism and all the positions that are conscious that they only serve to give power to the government without benefit to the people, finally he strongly suggests that we must be like Switzerland, Iceland or Ireland that do not have such big problems and that if we do not do so, people will continue to die ,
He says that only the most studious, intelligent, honest, and hardworking people should be in charge of governing, and that no more politicians who don't know how to work. He curses all corrupt politicians in general, and once he finishes his speech, he commits suicide by shooting himself in the head. — Well, with these three deaths in a row, I hope justice does its job, arresting all possible criminals— I said as I was putting the watch back in the drawer.
— Tell me all about this plan you're working on— He said, speaking close to my ear as I floated.
— An active mobilization of the population will begin to remove the entire political class that is criminal and all the useless people, and everything goes as planned. There will be a superstition, a bad omen, and a curse in people's minds for all those corrupt people who still want power. — After speaking, I sat down on my bed ready to go to sleep.
— I'll go downstairs— he said as he closed the door. Without paying attention, I lay down so I could sleep peacefully.
06/13/2023
International News:
"The effect of the Cuban dictator's suicide is spreading like wildfire. Governments with similar ideologies around the world are beginning to falter before the power of the people and Fear of retaliation. From North Korea to Venezuela, to several countries in Africa and Latin America, the stability of regimes is threatened like never before. Leaders and high-ranking officials are feeling the pressure from the people, and many are already taking desperate measures to avoid the same fate as the former Cuban president. The fall of authoritarian governments is creating a global landscape of uncertainty.
News Network:
"The death of a senior leader of North Korea's Workers' Party has been confirmed. Sources indicate that the high-ranking individual was found dead in his office. Uncertainty is taking hold among North Korean leaders, who now fear that outside influence could shake their control over the country."
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My POV:
"This is the moment I've been waiting for. People are beginning to wake up. What I started with a single act of justice is now transforming into something much bigger. If governments fall, if the people rise up... maybe, just maybe, this will be the beginning of a new era."
"Are you ready for what's next, Johan?" Sea asked, floating above me.
"Of course," I replied with a smile on my face.
I leaned back in my chair, watching the glow of the screen as events unfold. I knew this would not only be the collapse of corrupt governments, but the beginning of a new order, one where power would no longer be in the hands of manipulators, but in the hands of the people.
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06/14/2023 – Secret Meeting (Washington):
A conference room was lit with cold lights and cleared of any unnecessary decorations. A giant map of the world was projected on the screen, with red markings on countries that had somehow been shaken by the wave of chaos caused by something strange.
China, North Korea, Venezuela, several Latin American countries, and some in Africa. All had been affected in some way, whether by mass protests, political collapse, or, in more extreme cases, by political figures who had followed the same path of self-destruction. No one had anticipated it, not even the most astute experts. Something bigger was at stake, something beyond imagination.
In the room was a select group of CIA officials, intelligence agents from other countries, and even representatives of several international organizations. A black-haired woman in a dark suit led the meeting. A secret government agent and intelligence analyst who had worked there for almost 10 years, her name was Diane Sooyoung, now in charge of a case that defied all logic.
"How can you explain that something like this could have happened in such a short time?" the woman asked, staring at the screen showing the fall of governments in several countries.
A man with short hair and tired eyes, representing the Israeli intelligence agency, was the first to speak.
"This isn't just a pattern; it's as if a shadow is extinguishing these governments one by one. The Cuban dictator's suicide was just the beginning, and as we've seen, the other governments, no matter how strong they were, fell to something... something external, not just a political or economic crisis. It's as if it was... predestined."
Diane nodded, taking mental note of every word. Something inside her told her it wasn't a coincidence. There was a deep connection, even if they couldn't fully understand it yet.
A nervous-looking French intelligence agent chimed in:
—There's something strange on the internet... After the dictator's suicide, multiple theories emerged all over the world, and I'm not talking about normal conspiracy theories. These are too coordinated, with too many details. Someone or something seems to be leaking very specific information about each of those involved.
Diane frowned.
"Exactly, and that 'someone' has access to information we can't. The population movements, the timing of events, the almost exact instructions for each fall... this isn't the work of simple dissidents or a spontaneous revolution. It's something bigger, something messing with the minds of those in power."
Diane thought for a moment, her gaze lost on the map showing the affected countries. As she looked, a thought began to form in her mind.
"What if... it wasn't something human, but something more..."
The murmur in the room ceased for a moment. Everyone present exchanged uncertain glances.
"What are you suggesting?" asked the Israeli agent, approaching the center of the table.
— I don't know, but we need to consider all possibilities. If what we're seeing is part of a larger plan, something that goes beyond a simple political fight, or even a conspiracy, then we should be prepared for something we've never faced before, —Diane replied, as a feeling of unease began to invade the room.
"And that's not all," Diane added as she flipped a page of the report, her voice holding a hint of bewilderment. "The latest intercepted transmissions from Pyongyang mention that several cabinet members were planning to flee to China, but one by one they disappeared, some mid-flight, others... ...simply, strangely, no longer showing any signs of life."
The CIA conference room was completely silent. Screens displayed digital maps, live news feeds, leaked videos of interrupted speeches, and fragments of security footage. In one, a Korean officer is seen staring out the window, muttering something incomprehensible before collapsing.
"Do you think it's a supernatural pattern?" asked Agent Keller, an agent who has worked for over a decade on covert missions, but whose voice trembled slightly this time.
Diane leaned forward. His shadow fell over the folder marked Confidential.
"There's no logical explanation for this, but each of the deaths has something in common: sudden repentance, public or private declarations of guilt, and a violent end. It's as if something... something invisible forces them to look back, to feel the weight of their sins, and then they simply can't bear it anymore."
A young analyst timidly raised his hand.
"And what about the Cuban case? The video of the dictator? The letter with names? And the supposedly encrypted transmission that reached multiple agencies before his death?"
Diane nodded.
"That transmission is the key, and we're still trying to trace its origin. It was sent from an anonymous location, but it crossed military satellite networks with ease... as if someone with full access had done it. There were even similar signals in Venezuela, Sudan, and this morning in Iran.
A silence fell over the table.
"Whoever is behind this," Keller finally said, "not only has access to technology beyond that of any nation... they also know the weaknesses of the world's most powerful figures and are using that... to destroy each other."
End of chapter