I'm a simple man

Jacob left his room with a strange sensation in his body, walking firmly towards the train's cafeteria. He knew that this day would mark a turning point in his plan, a crucial moment when everything would begin to unfold. As he approached the counter, his gaze met that of the worker, conveying a mix of seriousness and authority.

"I want a good red wine." Jacob ordered firmly, making it clear that he wouldn't settle for anything less than the best. The worker nodded and hurried to fulfill his request. Moments later, the service assistant appeared with a bottle of red wine and a glass in hand, ready to serve.

Jacob attentively observed the deep color of the wine in the glass as the assistant prepared to pour it. For a moment, his gaze seemed lost in that crimson liquid, as if he were contemplating the symbolism of what was to come. In a low voice, barely audible to himself, he murmured, "Today, everything begins, for better or for worse..."

With those words echoing in his mind, Jacob took the glass and brought the wine to his lips, savoring the intense and complex flavor that flooded his palate. He knew that from that moment on, every step he took would be crucial in his fight for freedom and justice. He was ready to face the challenges ahead and willing to accept the consequences, no matter what they may be.

With various thoughts in his eyes, Jacob left the train's cafeteria and ventured into an uncertain yet full-of-possibilities future. It was the beginning of a new stage in his struggle against the Capitol, and he was determined to lead the way toward significant change.

While Katniss wrestled with her personal concerns about President Snow's threats, Jacob was about to undertake his biggest and most dangerous actions.

...

At least a dozen kilometers away from the train they were traveling on for the winner's tour.

The small ball, Jacob's intelligent assistant, initially moved at astonishing speeds through the train's corridors. Its spherical shape glided with agility, avoiding any obstacles in its path. It was incredible how it could move so fast, surpassing even the speed of a bullet train.

As it raced forward, the intelligent assistant had a clear objective in mind: to reach District Eleven and establish a connection with the people there. Jacob knew that the resistance needed to join forces with all the districts to achieve real change, and District Eleven was one of the first on his list and also one of the most important.

The small ball traversed trees, mountains, and harsh snowy winds, showing no signs of fatigue or exhaustion. Its ability to move swiftly was astounding and seemed limitless. It was as if it were propelled by an inexhaustible energy, determined to fulfill its mission.

Finally, the small ball arrived at District Eleven. District Eleven, also known as the Agriculture District, is one of the major districts in Panem. It is located in a region rich in fertile lands and holds great importance in food production for the nation. The following is a description of its distribution, population, and structure based on official information:

Its distribution is unique as District Eleven extends across a wide geographic area characterized by vast stretches of agricultural lands. Its fields are divided into plots where different types of crops are grown, such as grains, fruits, vegetables, and other agricultural products. In addition to the cultivation areas, the district also has residential zones where citizens live.

Regarding its population, District Eleven houses a large number of inhabitants, making it one of the most populous districts in Panem. The majority of people residing in this district are engaged in agricultural activities, whether as farmers, harvesters, or workers involved in food production. The population consists of men, women, and children of various ages, each playing an important role in the economy and daily life of the district.

In turn, District Eleven is organized in a way that ensures efficient agricultural production and maximizes productivity. There are facilities and buildings dedicated to crop processing, such as warehouses, mills, and canning factories. These places play a crucial role in the preparation and distribution of food to other districts and the Capitol.

In addition to agricultural areas and processing facilities, District Eleven has basic infrastructure that includes housing for its residents, educational centers, hospitals, and other necessary public services for its functioning. The urban structure is organized in such a way that there is proximity between residential areas and agricultural work areas, facilitating access and citizen participation in daily tasks.

For the Capitol, District Eleven is a prosperous district vital to the economy of Panem, dedicated to food production. Its distribution focuses on extensive agricultural areas, its population consists of agricultural workers, and its structure is based on the efficiency of production and the organization of basic services.

And that is why it was at the forefront of Jacob's initial plans, as it would contribute in many ways to the influence of his plans.

...

District Eleven

In a secret location deep in the forest, surrounded by trees and hidden from prying eyes, around thirty people from District Eleven were gathered. Tension and anticipation filled the air as they awaited the arrival of the winners from District Twelve and discussed the possible repercussions it would bring.

Whispers and knowing glances gave rise to an excited murmur. Some expressed their desire to resist the Capitol, to fight for a better future for their district, just as the winners of this year's games had done. Feats of bravery and acts of courage by the young victors were mentioned, and stories of hope and bravery that had inspired many were shared.

"I hope these winners bring us more than just entertainment..." said one of the men with a clear meaning in his voice. "We need words that motivate us, that make us believe that resistance is possible and not just a silly tale of love..."

"That's right," a woman nodded firmly. "Our district has suffered too much under the Capitol's yoke. We need leaders to guide us and give us strength to fight."

Amidst the discussion, branches rustled and cautious footsteps drew near. The murmurs died down, and everyone turned towards the direction of the sound. Suddenly, a holographic projection of Jacob, covered from head to toe, emerged from behind some bushes. With subtle movements, Jacob's assistant maneuvered the holographic figure slowly.

Jacob, one of the winners, took the floor. His voice resonated with determination as he addressed the gathered crowd.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am nobody, but I am here to show you a path in your dark world filled with desires to shine. My name is Jacob, and I will be in District Eleven in approximately nine hours to deliver a speech you don't want to hear."

Everyone present looked at each other, confused about what was happening. How is it possible for the male winner from District Twelve to be in this place?

A trap by the Capitol? That didn't make sense. They would kill them and their families before playing any kind of game like this.

"We have come here to tell you that you are not alone. We understand the suffering you have endured, and we are here to join you in the fight."

Someone in the crowd stood up and pointed at Jacob, asking, "How are you in this place?"

"I'm actually not." The hologram of Jacob said after flickering for a moment. "What you are seeing is a state-of-the-art hologram technology that I obtained in a somewhat unofficial way. But since I am in District Eleven and our desires to be free are stronger than ever, please listen to our plea."

The expressions of those present lit up with hope and longing, but doubt still lingered. They hoped for words of inspiration, and Jacob did not disappoint. With each sentence he spoke, energy and emotion spread throughout the place. He mentioned the importance of unity, peaceful resistance, and hope for a better future.

"We may be young, but do not underestimate the power we hold. Together, we can change the rules imposed by the Capitol and build a world where our children and grandchildren don't have to live under the shadow of fear and oppression," declared Jacob, his voice resonating with conviction.

The words of the District Twelve winner ignited a flame in the hearts of those present. However, doubts remained as they couldn't believe that there could be an organized rebellion, let alone led by a child.

"Don't listen to my words, but to my actions..."

Jacob's intelligent assistant projected a hologram around them, displaying a clear image of Jacob and President Snow in the midst of a conversation. The attendees were surprised and captivated by the scene unfolding before their eyes.

In the hologram, Jacob and President Snow discussed the events that had occurred in the districts after two winners were declared. The words resonated clearly in the air, allowing everyone to hear the conversation.

President Snow seemed intrigued by the movements and actions taking place in the districts. His expression was serious and cautious, while Jacob displayed tangible determination in his gaze.

"The Capitol can no longer ignore the growing dissatisfaction in the districts," something was heard in the hologram. "They are awakening, and the idea of a rebellion is spreading."

President Snow, clearly concerned, told the hologram Jacob, "We need to control the situation before it gets out of hand. We must crush any attempt at rebellion and ensure that they consider any serious act of defiance as death."

Jacob looked at the crowd, who were absorbed in what they were witnessing, and said, "I understand your concern, but I also know that we cannot continue to be puppets of the Capitol. We have the opportunity to lead the change and unite the districts in a common struggle."

The surroundings fell silent as those present absorbed every word spoken in the hologram. It was evident that Jacob had a direct connection with President Snow and was using that relationship to gather information and plan strategically.

The intelligent assistant stopped the hologram projection, and the attendees looked at each other with awe and determination. They now knew they had a card up their sleeve and needed to use it wisely.

The surroundings once again filled with voices and heated debates as they discussed how to use the information obtained from the hologram to strengthen their resistance and coordinate future actions. The image of Jacob and President Snow resonated in their minds, reminding them of the importance of unity and strategy in this fight for freedom.

Jacob's intelligent assistant remained vigilant, ready to provide any other valuable information that could help the cause. At that moment, everyone understood that they were in a privileged position and needed to make the most of every available resource to achieve the change they longed for.