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The activist
Here I was, standing alone in a closed cold room. I didn’t know why I had got here. All I knew was that people didn’t believe me. They didn’t believe my claims. I bet they must be paying the price for their doubts.
It all began when a wealthy and powerful man named Dorian Maklover created an organization named “Ambitio”. Ambitio purpose was to develop all science fields to a level unbeknown to man. However, without the population noticing, Maklover organization gave him a passive dictatorship over the most advanced countries over the world.
Initially, I didn’t realize that this was happening, but when a friend of mine who works for the government mentioned Maklover in a conversation we had in the park, I began to wonder why Maklover wanted even more power than before, so I began to research by my own account.
I had searched for every detail about the man and his motives. His past, his present, his family, everything and in the end I was only able to work with little amounts of information that I had found on the web, because apparently, the files containing most of his information were made confidential.
I began to analyze all of Maklover interviews and he looked to me like a suspicious man. “All that formal dialect he gave while smiling couldn’t be real at all”, I thought. Every day, my suspicions against Maklover rose up. Soon, I found myself performing acts of activism on the web. Initially, my protest were ignored but after a few days, considerable amounts of people began to join my cause.
Obviously, some people were against my acclaims, saying silly things that weren’t worth mentioning. Those people weren’t worth my time so I ignored them completely. Eventually, after few weeks, my activism against Maklover began to gain popularity over the web. I knew it, I knew it was the moment to protest in public in front of “Ambitio” headquarters.
And so it began. It was around 30 people including myself who protested against Maklover dictatorship over the world. It was beautiful. During the protest I couldn’t stop thinking about Maklover shaking in fear. Nevertheless, our protest didn’t achieve anything worthy, other than probably scaring Maklover.
The day after the protest, I had gotten and invitation to have a personal discussion with Maklover himself. I could’ve revealed the existence of such invitation but I decided to not do it. The day had come. I was in front of the man who had started a dictatorship over the world. He started to talk formal “good man” voice. I felt the mock all over me, I couldn’t resist it. He was protected by 2-4 guards and I didn’t care if they would attack me. Having the chance to do it, I attacked Maklover with all my might. Unfortunately, I only managed to scratch his fancy suit.
Afterwards I was taken to the psychiatry for my actions. I told him that it was Maklover fault for trying to rule over the world but he didn’t seem to listen. He told me to turn down on the voice but honestly I wasn’t talking that high to begin with. I told them I was fine, but they didn’t listen. It was Maklover fault, I swear it.
