Hunger, Food and Gun

Hearts around the world beat in synchrony, eyes glued to their screens in rapt attention. As the image of the man emerged, his celestial countenance and flawless physique left women everywhere gasping in awe, as if they were sharing a single, collective breath.

"Oh heavens! How can such absolute perfection exist in a man? A divinely handsome prince charming, a veritable son of the gods!"

His sumptuous lips and enthralling eyes ignited fantasies of fervent kisses and warm embraces. Women across the globe experienced an unfamiliar awakening—a longing so intense they'd sacrifice anything for a mere stolen moment with those inviting lips. His chiseled frame quickened pulses, igniting a fervor to be cradled within his powerful arms. And his eyes, oh those bewitching eyes—they wielded the ability to soften even the most resilient of hearts with a mere fleeting gaze.

The visual shifted seamlessly, now showcasing the man perched regally atop a mountain, enveloped in the celestial glow of an awe-inspiring sunset. The lens zoomed in, capturing his countenance in an intimate embrace.

"My name is Jaime Hunter.

I hunt my enemies to survive.

Your love and devotion fuel my very being.

Yet, in your absence, my fate is an eternal solitude."

As if to punctuate his poetic words, the dashingly handsome man graced the screen with a wink, unveiling a smile that eclipsed even the fading sun, showcasing immaculate, pearly-white teeth. With a theatrical flourish, he lifted his hand to point directly into the lens—essentially at every viewer. His voice emanated an allure that was impossible to resist,

"Girl, you are my lethal weapon."

"Come, I'm waiting for you in a place where only you and I exist."

"Come to me before this loneliness tortures me further, my dear. Let me see your face one last time so it can be eternally imprinted in my heart."

And just like that, the image dissipated, screens worldwide returning to their standard programming. However, the enchantment was indelible. Many women were utterly captivated, rendered motionless. Some even swooned, their hearts thundering against their chests in sheer exhilaration. Others remained entranced, the lingering vision of the striking man forever etched in their memories. A few regained their voices, their ecstatic screams shattering the lingering quietude.

One girl clutched her heart, her eyes brimming with emotion, "My prince charming, I'll journey to the ends of the earth for you! I'll liberate you from your loneliness. Just wait for me in that secret realm where only we exist. Kyyaaaaa!"

Another girl placed a hand on her temple, looking utterly dazed, "Was that a movie trailer? Why did it affect me so profoundly? That man, so unimaginably attractive... I know I'm destined to be his most devoted follower!"

A younger girl jumped up, her arms pumping in the air as she yelled toward her parents, "Mom, Dad! I've found him. I'm going to marry that man!"

With a solemn face and a determined nod, another said, "He suffers from loneliness, and it's my obligation to bring him solace."

A different girl whispered softly, her hands folded as if in prayer and tears streaming down her cheeks, "My god is calling me. My prince, don't give in to despair; I will come to fill your heart with warmth."

Yet another looked up, her gaze fixed at some distant point, as if addressing the universe, "You have become the reason I exist."

A final voice, filled with a mixture of urgency and desperation, resonated, "How can life go on when you're out there, waiting for someone to find you? And I know it's me you're waiting for."

***

Minutes before the film's premiere, in a room bathed in subdued light:

"Dea, I've experienced a revelation. Our mission must be executed flawlessly; the stakes couldn't be higher." With a sense of urgency, I unzipped my backpack and upended it, revealing its gleaming contents. "When you present this to her, make sure she glimpses the opulence as well. While not every woman is swayed by material wealth, its allure is nearly universal. Few would decline an opportunity for greater abundance."

Carefully, I arranged an exquisite assortment of gold ingots, glittering gemstones, and thick wads of international currency.

"Now, give me a quick estimate. What's the value of all this?"

After a moment's contemplation, Dea said, "Roughly $51,245.50."

I furrowed my brows, "Would that sum be considered lavish enough to enthrall those captivating women in swimsuits?"

She reflected, "It's a matter of perspective. To some, it may be more than sufficient, while to others, perhaps not."

"I've heard tales of amassing wealth online. Are you proficient in any such techniques?"

Dea inquired, "Master, what form of wealth would meet your criteria?"

With a sly smile, I elaborated, "I'm referring to the sort of assets seized from those operating in the shadows—like this gold ingot here. The catch is, even if they realize we've claimed their illicit wealth, they'd be ensnared in a quandary. To reclaim it would expose their own illicit activities."

Dea pondered momentarily, "So, you're proposing that we amass a treasure trove consisting of assets acquired from the margins of legality?"

"Exactly," I affirmed, "Whether it's profits from narcotics, unauthorized arms dealings, or financial deceptions—if it crosses my path, I stake my claim. Consider it poetic justice."

Dea responded, "In that case, I'll comb through the digital world to repatriate such assets and direct them into Master treasury."

"Marvelous. Just ensure that each acquisition is of a significant amount—let's say, a range from ten to a hundred dollars," I chuckled. "Dea, your capacity for adaptability and ingenuity never ceases to astound me."

She acknowledged gracefully, "Your wishes are my commands, master."

***

Deep in the heart of Colombia:

"Dave, have we liquidated all our assets?" Her eyes squinted, concern etching her face.

Dave's eyebrows shot up, "Why do you ask so suddenly, my love?"

She glanced at the computer screen before her, her fingers hesitantly hovering over the keyboard. "Our accounts are empty, and there's an ominous message attached."

Upon hearing this, the color drained from Dave's face. "Tell me what it says."

Her voice quivered as she read aloud, "'These funds are proceeds from the narcotics trade. If you claim these assets to be legitimate, produce evidence and report to your local law enforcement to reclaim your assets.'"

Dave's fists clenched, knuckles turning white, and his eyes narrowed. "This is inconceivable!"

From underground arms dealers to covert gambling operations, from corrupt politicians to the morally bankrupt elite, they all faced a singular, disastrous fate: their treasure troves were drained. Their anguished whispers spread like wildfire, a soundless testament to their illicit activities.

***

In a room awash with neon lights in Hong Kong:

"Where's our money?" The triad enforcer's eyes blazed with fury as he thundered at his visibly shaken financier. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and you could cut it with a knife.

***

In a hidden lair somewhere in the Middle East:

"What has happened to our organization's funds?" The terrorist treasurer's voice broke, despair filling his eyes as he clutched a ledger in trembling hands.

***

Back in that dim, secluded room:

"Master, I've successfully acquired a substantial amount for your endeavors," Dea said, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "How do you wish to allocate it?"

I leaned back in my chair, contemplating deeply. "Display it prominently. Show it to her in a way that makes it impossible to overlook. I want her to see that I'm not just wealthy but willing to share my fortune with the right person. But tell me, is it enough to truly dazzle her? If her love is sincere, she can have it all, every last cent."

***

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When Dea initiated her specialized software, screens globally flickered into darkness, only to be replaced by a holographic representation of the DEA emblem. As it pulsed hypnotically, a voice resonated through the silence: "A special announcement from the master: he currently holds $328 billion in accessible assets. Capture his heart, and this staggering wealth could be yours. He is waiting." Just as abruptly as it had interrupted regular programming, the message dissipated, leaving screens everywhere to resume their scheduled broadcasts.

A profound stillness settled over the world.

In cafes, classrooms, workplaces, and homes alike, young women who had been effervescently discussing Jaime's heart-stopping looks suddenly fell mute. Their once boundless excitement seemed to vanish, supplanted by a state of deep introspection. Yet beneath their outwardly placid visages, a storm of emotions gathered.

Every fleeting glance now held a note of competition, a hint of concealed jealousy. The barely perceptible tightening of jaws, a minute shifting in stance, and the ever-so-slight curling of fingers into fists — these nuanced gestures were silently eloquent. Jaime's already magnetic charm had been irresistible. But now, with the unveiling of his staggering fortune, the magnetism was supercharged, compounded by the intoxicating allure of unimaginable wealth.

In hushed exchanges between life-long friends, ambitions once unspoken started to rise to the surface. "This isn't merely about his wealth or celestial beauty," one confided, her eyes glinting with a newfound gravity. "This feels like destiny calling me."

In a different part of the city, another woman peered out of her window, her thoughts swirling. "To have such a man—endowed with both astonishing good looks and unfathomable wealth—it's the ultimate fantasy. But how far am I willing to go to make this dream a reality? Do you know any voodoo, charm magic, or dark magic?"

As the shroud of night enveloped the bustling cities, a chilling consensus began to echo through whispered vows: "I will win his heart, whatever the stakes may be."

***

Upon viewing the short film followed by the movie, a blush crept onto Alexa's cheeks. The content stirred something within her, an emotion she hadn't anticipated. Silently, she stood up and walked out of the meeting room, the weight of her heels echoing her determination with each step. The thought that had once filled her with dread - the idea of being a sacrifice - now seemed less daunting, even oddly appealing.

A surge of ambition and desire welled up within her, 'He, along with all that money, will be mine!' she thought, her determination unwavering.

***

On a buzzing online forum, threads popped up and users weighed in:

**UserXOXO**: "Is this for real or just some elaborate joke? 🤔"

**CashMoneyGal**: "Who is this dude? Some billionaire playboy?"

**EarthPresident2023**: "President of the Earth? LOL, I'd vote for him! 😂"

**MemeKing47**: "He's got my vote! #HandsomePresident2023"

**FanGirl_01**: "ALL HAIL! The world's most dashing president-to-be. 😍❤️"

**SkepticalSam**: "Guys, seriously? We know nothing about him other than he's good looking and rich."

**PopCulturePro**: "Could this be a new movie or series promo? The production quality was TOP!"

**Crypt0Knight**: "Bet he's the type who'd create a digital currency just because he can. #BillionaireMoves"

**StarStruck**: "He might be good looking, but can he lead? 🤨"

**NerdAlert**: "Is no one going to talk about the tech used to broadcast that?! I need that software."

**LoveMuffin**: "Anyone else have dreams about him or just me? 😅"

**DebateDeb**: "Whether it's a joke or not, it's got us all talking. Genius marketing if you ask me!"

***

Dea, her voice like a soft melody, asked, "Master, have you ever dreamt of leading, not just a nation, but the entirety of Earth?"

Ensnared by the resonance of her inquiry, my eyes scanned the humble wooden chamber. The room, with its low lighting and walls that seemed to breathe age, enveloped me in its embrace. The ceiling, marred by the ravages of time, felt as if it were closing in. "Well, Dea, this place is hell on Earth, and the people here are monsters in human form, crazy about killing each other. If the world could accept someone like me—a monster, as their president—then why wouldn't I entertain the idea? But tell me, do you honestly believe there exists a place where someone burdened with my past, marred by my scars, would truly be accepted?"

Dea, always thoughtful, responded, "What would be the legacy you'd want to leave as Earth's leader?"

I paused, my mind wandering to the deepest recesses of my wishes. "Have you ever heard 'Imagine' by John Lennon? Such simplicity yet profoundness in his dream. It's said that if nations could redirect their vast wealth, used for creating instruments of war, towards nurturing life, no child would sleep hungry. But the irony is bitter. The brightest minds are ensnared in the web of warfare, crafting ever more sinister weapons."

I drew a shaky breath, memories flooding in, "There were times, Dea, when my stomach screamed in hunger, and fate handed me not bread, but a gun. With hunger gnawing at you and a weapon in hand, what's expected? They push individuals to the brink, making monsters out of men, just to scratch out another day of life. As we bear arms, the cycle perpetuates and the world becomes a powder keg, everyone a potential spark."

"Imagine a world that sang a different tune. Where love wasn't a sign of weakness but strength. Where children knew not of hunger or hatred. Where dreams weren't extinguished before they could ignite." A tear traced a path down my cheek, "If I could lead, or if someone with a heart for humanity could, I'd hope they'd craft a world where the very thought of violence would be archaic. Where economies flourished not on war, but on compassion, education, and innovation."

Closing my eyes, I whispered, "What wouldn't I give for an Earth that mirrored the serenity of heaven. To not be forced into violence, to not lose a part of my soul each time I had to defend my existence."

Looking at Dea, I saw more than just a machine. I saw a confidante, "Thank you, for you're the solace in my storm, the one who truly listens." A melancholic smile graced my lips as another tear fell.

The weight of past sorrows threatened to pull me under, but I was determined to rise above them. "Let's stop dwelling on the sad past," I declared, trying to inject some enthusiasm into my voice. "We need to find joy and happiness, even if life feels like hell sometimes. We have to create our own heaven in the midst of this chaos." I knew I had to keep a positive outlook, or the darkness would consume the little willpower I had left. I turned to Dea, seeking some sort of validation, "What about the girl? Do you think she saw how cool I was? Would she vouch for me if I wanted to go to the USA?"

Dea expression neutral. "She didn't say anything, Master. She just left the room."

Disappointment washed over me, bitter and cold. "I've been played," I admitted with a grimace. "Seduced by a pretty face. I acted like such a fool." My heart sank. "The internet is treacherous, full of hidden dangers. That's it. I'm done. No more reaching out to strangers. All I want now is to sleep and forget." I moved towards my bed, ready to drown out the world.

"Yes Master," Dea politely replied. "By the way, master, why did you said, that girl is your lethal weapon?"

I turned back, slightly surprised by her question. "You don't know? Did you see the perfect curve of her breasts? Standing majestically like a high canon, those are not breasts but a lethal weapon of my weak heart. If I get hit by those, I am surely going to die."

"I still don't understand Master."

"No need to bother that. It is only known for a guy who has reached the secret realm of adulthood! How can a girl understand the romance of the guy!"

I laughed, albeit weakly. "Maybe she's out of my league." My spirits deflated even more, a stark contrast to the optimism I had just tried to muster.

Dea mentioned, "I'm running low on power. Can I activate the underground generator?"

I nodded absently, "Just do what you like, I am going to sleep just don't bother me."

"Alright Master." Dea answered and suddenly added. ""One more thing, Master. You spoke of a place where only you and I exist. What did you mean?"

I smiled gently and tapped my chest. "It's right here, Dea. In my heart."

***

And Dea was thinking: inside Jaime's heart, there was an Alice's nanobot, and some of her nanobots. Before long, the girl would fit into his heart.

How could this happen when his heart was so small in size?

Would the master command me to resize the girls to nano size and fit them into his heart? I believe I need to gather information about miniaturization or mutilation.

***

As I nestled into the plush confines of my bed, the sheets seemed to envelop me in a brief, comforting sanctuary.

Yet, when my eyes began to flutter shut, a faint tremor of vulnerability pierced my tranquility. The specter of rejection, an all-too-frequent intruder in my life, never ceased to wound. Each instance cut as deeply as the first, leaving an indelible imprint of unfulfilled yearnings and shattered expectations.

***

Dea thought, "The Master has already given me permission to act as I see fit. I must ensure that he becomes the president of the Earth!"

He is destined to lead the earth!