The man in @Image1, @Image2 and @Image3.

Filmed on the front camera of a phone propped against a water glass on an ordinary café table, tilted up at him a little, not quite level. Flat, plain daylight, the kind of overcast light that has no direction: no golden light, no sun on his face. Everything is in focus, from his face to the back of the café, the way a phone camera sees, with a little phone-camera noise in the shadows. On the table an ordinary cup of coffee, a crumpled napkin and a spoon. Nobody else close to him.

[0s-4s] He is not talking yet: he stirs the coffee, taps the spoon on the rim, sets it down, his eyes on the cup, then glances up toward the phone.
[4s-8s] He looks into the lens and says the line from @Audio1, in the exact voice of @Audio1: "Don't listen to him. I'm the real one. He's the AI." A small dismissive shake of the head on "Don't listen to him". On "I'm the real one" his hand comes up flat against his chest. On "He's the AI" he tips his head toward the left edge of the frame, as if at someone off to that side, and holds it a beat, eyes on the lens.
[8s-12s] He picks up the cup and takes a sip, his eyes going off to one side, then he leans back in his chair and looks around the café, the frame drifting slightly, until the end.

His face exactly as the reference photographs have it: do not beautify him, do not smooth his skin, keep the pores, the shine on the forehead and nose, the uneven edge of the beard and the lines under the eyes. One continuous shot from the propped phone. He stays roughly in the middle of the frame. No readable signs or text anywhere. Quiet café sound, no music. No subtitles. No text overlays. No cuts.
