Tell the story of “Please Hold”from Jack’s perspective..#movie #foryou #edit #funny

[0:00]In the future, it is illegal for poor people to run. I realized it and stopped immediately. But it was already too late. My phone sent a warning. When I looked up, a police drone hovered in front of me. It scanned my identity and released a pair of handcuffs. I had five seconds to put them on. I tried to explain. It analyzed my facial expression and tone of voice. It determined I was lying. When I kept talking, the drone displayed a stun baton. I had no choice but to cuff myself. I followed it to a prison. The place was completely empty. I placed my belongings into a storage box. A conveyor belt delivered a prison uniform. I changed and walked into a cell. The door shut instantly. A large screen lit up and introduced prison services. I only wanted to know when I could leave. The screen displayed several lawyers. I randomly chose one with a high rating. The fee was $10,000. I could not afford it. I selected the free public defense. The system predicted an 89% chance of being found guilty. The sentence would be 45 to 47 years. I tried to defend myself. The defender advised that I plead guilty. It would reduce my sentence by five to seven years. The entire system felt like it was forcing me to admit guilt. I requested a real human call. The screen displayed a list of terms. I clicked agree without reading. The call connected. It was still an AI voice. To reach a human, I had to wait. I waited for hours. A notification sound woke me up. The call had already ended. The screen showed my balance was empty. The call had charged me three dollars per minute. I shouted about unfair fees. The system displayed the agreement I had signed. It clearly stated three dollars per minute. I complained loudly inside the cell. No one responded. Next day, the system introduced work programs. I could earn money while imprisoned. I chose handicraft work. A box was delivered. I followed instructions and knitted sweaters. For each one finished, a few cents were added to my account. A small spark of hope returned. I tried more complex designs. My daily food was deducted from my wages. I kept working. The balance grew slowly. After two months, I finally reached five dollars. Five dollars allowed one phone call. I immediately video called my parents. The balance dropped visibly every second. I spoke faster and asked them to hire a lawyer for me. When they heard it cost $10,000, they refused. I tried to continue talking. The call ended due to insufficient funds. Two months of effort vanished instantly. I had to save another five dollars. I felt completely hopeless. I gave up for a while. In the end, I returned to work. Soon my 90-day probation approached. The drone appeared again. It asked if I would plead guilty. The AI on the screen reminded me that confession meant leniency. Maybe only five years. From over 40 years, down to five. I hesitated. Just as I was about to admit guilt, a message appeared on the screen.