Deepfaking your political messaging

The sterile white walls were closing in on Lawrence Raleigh in the private medical suite. Dr. Gottheimer, a woman with a somber expression, had just delivered the news.

Lymphoma, stage two.

Not necessarily a fatal diagnosis, but one that required immediate attention. Chemotherapy was necessary, unavoidable. Yet Raleigh, a man who built his political career on his image of strength and vitality, couldn't help but think of the broader implications.

"Chemo..." he muttered under his breath. The word tasted like poison. "I'll lose my hair. I'll look sick. The public can't see me like that."

Dr. Gottheimer put on a patronizing smile. "Governor, your health is the priority. While we can try mitigating the side effects..."

"No!" he exclaimed as he slammed his fist on the table.