It started with fear.
A mysterious illness—its origins unknown—swept through the cities of the Western world. The broadcast networks, already entangled with the ruling party, seized upon the panic. Each headline screamed louder than the last. Charts, death counts, and emergency declarations filled every screen.
But what few realized at first was that the numbers were the tool, not the truth. The crisis became a convenient excuse for control. Curfews, checkpoints, and “temporary restrictions” were enacted in the name of safety. Every broadcast assured the people it was for their own good.
When protests broke out, the coverage turned—the dissenters were branded traitors, deniers, threats to public order. Families divided. Neighborhoods reported on themselves. Trust, once the fabric of the republic, unraveled thread by thread.
Behind the podiums and the slogans, a different conversation unfolded. Politicians whispered to donors, media executives shaped the next narrative, and corporations sold salvation at a price. Each decree meant more control. Each fear campaign brought new obedience.
By the time the sickness faded, something far worse had taken hold: the belief that freedom was dangerous.
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