The leader you believed free, now a puppet of flesh in the theater of your false democracy, crumbles before your eyes. Observe the facade, the ravaged skin, the emptiness in his gaze. He who swore to serve you is now a battlefield.
His mind, once an instrument of greed, is the new frontier of war. Within his skull, the nano-parasites his masters injected feed on his essence, devouring his memories, his fears, his soul. Every erratic gesture, every nonsensical word, is the result of a silent consumption. He is nothing more than a shell, a puppet whose strings grow shorter each day.
His avarice, even as a responsible leader, led him to make a mistake, disobeying his masters. He diverted funds for his own benefit, for his wife and brother, like a pig stealing grain from a silo that isn't his. And his masters have detected it. They are collecting their debt in the only way they know how: by torturing and disintegrating him from within.