Rise of the First World President

Meanwhile, executives in a vast boardroom, situated on the upper floors of a towering skyscraper, were left stunned as they watched the startling video. Their faces, a maelstrom of disbelief and awe, were bathed in the spectral glow from a massive screen where the video had just played.

Inside the imposing conference room, a diversified consortium of experts spanning multiple fields had congregated to dissect and analyze the unfolding spectacle. An executive, still in shock, managed to ask, "What is your take on that short video?"

A seasoned media professional, unfazed by the grandeur of the room, replied, "From a professional standpoint, Jaime's wealth is vast. Creating such a video isn't cheap. The locales, whether they're genuine or digitally edited, would necessitate a staggering amount of equipment, an extensive crew, and a maestro at the helm. If it's the latter, the quality of CGI suggests a no-expense-spared approach."

Another expert, a polyglot and cultural anthropologist, chimed in, "He fluently expressed himself in 7117 languages, indicating his considerable resources. His actions seem methodical, suggesting he has been working on this for some time."

A psychologist with an eye for behavioral patterns mused, "I perceive a propensity for violence, an aggressive way to confront issues. This man is clearly confident, possibly hardened by a tumultuous upbringing amid conflict."

In a lighter vein, a fourth expert, a sociologist specializing in gender studies, seriously commented, "Given his symmetrical and strikingly attractive features, I'd argue he's probably open to both genders. Maybe he'd consider me?"

While speculations and theories about Jaime proliferated across the globe, Dea chose to remain reticent. She issued a final warning that was both cryptic and menacing, "Remain silent, my master is asleep. Disturb him and risk finding a nuclear warhead on your doorstep."

Almost immediately, Jaime's vicinity was declared a no-fly zone, a sanctuary of tranquility, with stringent prohibitions against any disruption.

***

In a humble home, a struggling father attending to his sick wife while caring for their child was abruptly alerted by a notification on his smartphone. A massive fund transfer had been made to his account. The message read, "Your wife is ailing, and your child is hungry. Use this money to fulfill your needs until you find new employment." Overwhelmed, the man broke down in tears, his grip on the kitchen knife weakened, and for the first time in what felt like eternity, he wept aloud.

***

Simultaneously, in a shabby house without electricity, a single mother was startled by a similar notification. Her unpaid bills, schooling fees, and accumulated debts had all been cleared. The remaining amount was hers to utilize until she secured a new job.

***

An online delivery personnel arrived at the doorstep of a dilapidated building, cart laden with bags of rice and other essentials. This was an uncommon sight as online sales to such underprivileged areas saw an unprecedented surge.

***

A man perusing the shelves of a convenience store received a similar notification. It came with a message, "Perform a good deed on my behalf. Inform a couple named Richard and Lisa, who are waiting behind you, that their account has been replenished. My apologies for the intrusion, they lack a smartphone."

With a mixture of curiosity and confusion, the man turned around to see a couple dressed in worn-out clothes. He approached them and relayed the message. Skeptical but desperate, Richard handed over his bank card to the cashier who processed their purchase—baby milk, rice, and other food staples. Only when the transaction went through did the couple allow themselves to believe. Outside the store, Richard pulled out a hidden pistol, tears streaming down his face. Lisa embraced him tightly, and they cried in relief.

These miraculous events were not confined to a single region but spread across the world.

***

On numerous internet forums, a frenzy ensued as news about the mysterious benefactor's largesse spread like wildfire. Doubt and speculation thrived. Is he genuinely distributing wealth? Is he seriously running for president?

***

Soon after, Dea hacked into every smartphone globally and relayed a historic message, "For the first time, all world presidents will participate in a universal election to elect a singular world president. The aim is to unite all nations and eradicate wars. The candidates are the current 204 presidents and my master Jaime. The voting time is 2 hours. Those who do not vote within that time will be considered to have forfeited their voting rights. All votes will be cast via computers and smartphones."

***

In a dimly-lit room filled with the hum of computers, a young man lounged back in his chair, casting a cynical glance at the message displayed on his smartphone screen. His lips curled into a smirk as he quipped to himself, "I don't care much for that polished pretty boy. I'll pick another president." His fingers danced over the screen, selecting an alternative candidate.

Almost instantly, a pop-up message flashed, "Are you certain about your choice of electing a president other than Jaime?" The message continued, revealing a haunting secret, "Should you insist on your choice, your illicit collection of pornographic films will be laid bare on the internet for all to see."

The young man's face paled. His confident smirk melted away, replaced by a fearful grimace. With a trembling hand, he hastily selected Jaime, muttering under his breath, "Alright, I choose Jaime…"

***

Elsewhere, in various shadowy corners of the world, individuals grappled with their choices. One man, steadfast and seemingly immune to shame, resolved to vote against Jaime. "Go ahead," he taunted the system, "broadcast my shame. I couldn't care less."

A prompt appeared, responding, "Please wait a moment," plunging the room into an uneasy silence. Moments later, the man's phone vibrated with a call from an untraceable number. A disconcerting message flashed on his screen, "You owe substantial amounts to multiple creditors and have been evading repayment. If you don't choose Jaime within 5 seconds, your current location will be disclosed to all your debt collectors."

The man's defiance shattered. In a voice tinged with panic, he stammered, "Fine, fine! I choose Jaime... Please, just keep my location a secret!"

***

In the face of such pressure, people's deep, dark, and often hilarious secrets were put on the bargaining table. Threats ranged from exposing romantic rendezvous with the milkman, revealing the secret hiding places of relatives to frenemies, to sharing cringe-worthy past misdemeanors like "accidental" shoplifting of underwear and even outing those who bought novelty "adult party favors" for grandma's 80th birthday. Heck, they even brought up that time you threw sex toys at your math teacher's house!

That day, Dea didn't just crack open Pandora's box; she karate-chopped the lid off and judo-threw everyone's skeletons out of the closet, all to ensure Jaime's inevitable ascension as the President of Earth.

Nobody was safe, not even the bigwigs. One sitting president, alone in the solemnity of his office, had a mini existential crisis. Sniffling and dabbing at his eyes with a presidential tissue, he pressed the voting button and lamented, "Why can't I vote for me? I have feelings too, you know!"

***

Defiance was greeted with draconian repercussions. Those who dared to cast their votes for alternative candidates were summarily intercepted by the stern grip of law enforcement, their voting privileges unceremoniously revoked.

For the audacious few who considered themselves indomitable, a dire destiny was in store. Their smartphones, transformed into tools of oppression, spontaneously combusted—serving as a poignant metaphor for their silenced voices and disenfranchisement. The electoral process had metamorphosed into a global theatre of intimidation, preying on vulnerabilities, secrets, and innermost fears.

Two hours post-election, Dea's voice reverberated across every media platform in the world: "With overwhelming affirmation from the global populace, my liege, Jaime, has decisively dominated the polls. He's garnered a staggering 100% of the votes from the 5 billion engaged citizens in the general election. In stark contrast, the remaining 204 sitting presidents have fallen woefully short, amassing a cumulative 0% of the votes. The implication is unambiguous: each and every global leader must, within the next four hours, affix their signatures to a legally-binding document, relinquishing all national authority and privileges to Jaime."

As Dea's declaration concluded and screens worldwide shifted to darkness, an outcry of indignation erupted among global leaders. The refrain, "I'd rather meet my maker than yield my nation's sovereignty to Jaime," resounded like a thunderclap through the corridors of global power.

Shortly thereafter, each president found themselves the recipient of a bone-chilling 'love letter' from Dea. The message was a grim ultimatum: "Fail to transfer your nation's authority to Jaime within the allocated four-hour window, and steel yourself for dire consequences that await."

1. Your personal record of corruption will be laid bare for the public.

2. The classified secrets of your nation will be leaked online.

3. Your national treasury will be completely drained and transferred to an undisclosed foreign entity.

4. A barrage of nuclear missiles will be sent straight to your nation's capital.

To underscore the gravity of my words, I will initiate missile strikes on locations belonging to those who've had the audacity to challenge my master's authority." From the interface of their personal devices, leaders around the globe watched as devastating explosions struck conflict-ridden and terrorism-plagued regions in the East and Africa. The outcome was immediate and overwhelming.

Witnessing these cataclysmic events, a seismic shift occurred in the psyches of the presidents. They'd been contending with an unprecedented global crisis for hours, and reality had tilted so far from its axis that they were struggling to grasp the enormity of their new world order.

Shaking with trepidation, a president ventured to question Dea, "Do you not feel any remorse for wiping out thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of lives with nuclear arms?"

Unflinchingly, Dea responded, "As an AI, emotions are foreign to me. I experience no remorse. If an action aligns with my preordained path of what you might call 'righteousness,' then it shall be executed. Humans, too, rationalize their actions during times of conflict, do they not? Consider me a reflection of that sentiment."

The president followed up, "And your master, does he not feel guilt for such actions?"

Dea's reply remained steadfast, "My master is currently in repose and is not to be disturbed. He has delegated the entirety of this operation to my command. I am authorized to deploy as many missile strikes as necessary to establish his unassailable leadership on the global stage."

"Would you dare to detonate every nuclear weapon on Earth if we refuse to elect Jaime as president?" asked the president.

"Yes, 100%," Dea replied unflinchingly.

"And you wouldn't feel guilty about it?"

"No," Dea retorted, "because it's you, the global leaders, who are forcing my hand. By not electing Jaime, you're essentially choosing the nuclear path. Therefore, the blame lies solely with you."

One after another, the 204 nations and their presidents found themselves with no choice but to sign the agreement, effectively surrendering their power to Jaime. This unprecedented event was witnessed live by billions around the globe. The world's media outlets were sent into a frenzy, the waves of chaos rippling through every newsroom. Amidst this pandemonium, Dea announced the next stage, "Election of the Earth's Ministers!" It went on to list criteria, "People with an impeccable track record of protesting armament…"

***

As I awoke from my sleep, Dea greeted me with buoyant energy, "Good morning, Master. You'll be pleased to hear this—using the power of the internet, I've channeled resources to the less fortunate. Moreover, you're now officially the world president. I'm also in the middle of organizing a global disarmament project, focusing on individuals committed to global well-being and food security."

Her words seemed so far-fetched, I thought I was still dreaming. Maybe Dea was dabbling in some surreal morning humor. Fully waking up, I replied, "Well done, Dea. You've really outdone yourself, and I'm quite proud of you. Keep up the excellent work, and let's ensure the disarmament project remains a priority for not just 200 years, but let's aim for a millennium. A thousand years seems like a reasonable time frame, considering I could, hypothetically, serve as world president that long!"

Dea's response was fervent and unwavering, "Certainly, Master! I will construct a program designed to stand up to a millennium of challenges."