The live broadcast studio of Truth-Seeker Jax was adorned with gold leaf and neon starlight rings.
Jax was a slender man with powdered white skin, dramatic eyeliner, and greasy black curls. He wore a silver silk kimono that trailed across the carpet. Across five hundred star systems, Jax commanded five hundred million devoted followers on the Astral Stream Network.
He was known for crying on camera, exposing corporate scandals, and selling overpriced diet elixirs to gullible youths.
Off-camera, Jax was notorious among his production crew for his savage cruelty. Just ten minutes ago, he had kicked a junior lighting assistant in the ribs for adjusting a softbox three seconds too slowly.
Three hours ago, an anonymous offshore transfer of ten billion coins had cleared into Jax’s private account on Planet Eighty.
Now, Jax wiped an imaginary tear from his left eyelid, adjusting his floating camera drones.
“My beloved stream family...” Jax whimpered, his voice trembling with rehearsed sorrow. “Today, my heart bleeds. I break my silence at grave personal risk. I cannot remain silent while our innocent citizens are poisoned by cheap greed!”
Jax struck a dramatic pose, projecting a glowing holographic headline:
