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"Caption: They fear him because he spoke the truth, so they passed a law overnight to kill him."

"The narrative will focus on his persecution."

Sarah’s finger swiped through the air.

"Stoke their anger."

"Make them feel that if Luigi is sentenced, they’ll be the next ones erased by the system."

"Launch."

At her command, thousands of KOL accounts, each with tens of thousands of followers, simultaneously posted the video.

"Target Group Two: Women over thirty-five, with families, interested in healthcare, wellness, and parenting issues. Primary platforms: Facebook and Instagram."

The assets for this group were completely different.

The footage showed no radical Luigi—only an elderly person in a hospital bed and a photo of an infant whose claim had been denied.

The background music was a somber cello piece.

"Caption: With this new law, when an insurance company refuses to pay for your child’s life-saving treatment, you won’t even have the right to protest outside their doors. Because that would get you labeled a terrorist."

"Tell them this law is stripping them of their right to protect their families."

"Evoke their fear and sympathy."

"Launch."

Finally, Sarah turned to the most difficult group.

"Target Group Three: White, blue-collar workers in Pennsylvania and the Midwest. Republican-leaning, concerned with gun rights, and hate big government. Primary platforms: X and Telegram groups."

This group typically hated the Democratic Party and also disliked radical leftists like Luigi.

But Sarah had a way to get them to join the frenzy.

"The copy for them is: The bureaucrats in Washington are expanding their power again! They’ve defined large corporations as government facilities!"

"Today they can stop you from protesting insurance companies, tomorrow they can stop you from protesting gun confiscation!"

"This is a rape of the First Amendment to the Constitution!"

Sarah scoffed.

"Stoke their anti-establishment sentiment. Make them realize this is just another crackdown by Washington bureaucrats on ordinary people."

"Launch."

A three-pronged attack.

It was like dropping three depth charges into a calm lake simultaneously.

The data on the console began to jump wildly.

The previously flat curve of news engagement suddenly shot up almost vertically.

Streams of red, blue, and yellow data intertwined, forming an unstoppable torrent.

"The data is coming in," an analyst shouted.

"The hashtag #LuigisDeathSentence on TikTok has already broken into the top ten trending topics! The click-through rate is growing by fifty thousand per minute!"

"Shares on Facebook are exploding, especially that article about ’moms not being able to protest,’ it’s going viral in parent groups!"

"And on the right-wing forums, they’re starting to blast the Democratic Party for being dictators!"

Sarah stood before the screen, arms crossed, calmly observing it all.

She watched the flickering numbers. "Increase the budget for Plan A’s deployment."

Sarah stared at the real-time click-through rates on the screen and made an adjustment.

"The conversion rate for anger is the highest. Add another two hundred thousand dollars in promotion fees for the radical accounts."

"Have Plan B’s bot army follow up in the comment sections. Drown out every rational comment trying to explain the bill’s original intent. I don’t need rationality. I need panic."

She no longer cared about objective facts, nor did she care if Luigi had actually broken the law.

She only cared about what was an effective truth.

As long as people believed it was a death sentence, then it was a death sentence.

As long as people believed it was to protect Vampires, then it was to protect Vampires.

Public opinion isn’t a debate; it’s an emotional contagion.

"Keep it going."

"I want this fire to burn until dawn."

The red areas on the screen grew larger and larger—the color of spreading anger.

She looked at the city, awakened in the dead of night by data, and felt an unprecedented sense of control.

Washington wanted to shut the world up.

But Sarah Jenkins had just cranked the volume to the max.