Eagle

The Miami Lakes West Park shimmered under the August sun, a deceptive calm before the storm. A man, sweat beading on his brow, stood precariously on an old milk crate, his voice amplified by a megaphone.

“Humanity,” he boomed, his gaze sweeping the gathering crowd, “We are humans, not sheep. We are individuals! We do not need to be ‘protected’ from ourselves.”

A glint of light from a nearby rooftop – a sniper scope – caught his eye. He knew his time was short, but his message, honed over countless speeches, resonated with desperate urgency. “In just over a minute, I’ll be dead. They will villainize me, just as they have countless others. This is the beginning of a totalitarian society, and we must take our government back!”

A resounding crack echoed through the park. He clutched his chest, stumbling back as the crowd screamed. His eyes, wide with a final, desperate resolve, fixed on a camera phone hidden in a tree. As a second bullet ended his life, a silent upload began, sending his truth across the world.