You don’t move.
You just sit.
Let the stream begin.
GOING LIVE IN: 00:00
Your screen flashes.
You’re now the star of a live feed watched by tens of thousands.
Your face is filtered, warped—made monstrous.
Everything you do is reinterpreted by their AI.
A cry becomes laughter.
A blink becomes a threat.
A silence becomes a confession.
The stream title updates:
“REAL-LIFE CYBER FREAKOUT 🔴 24/7”
You beg them to stop.
The comments flood in:
“This guy’s better than Netflix.”
“When does he cry again?”
“I bet he breaks in 3… 2…”
You try to end it.
But they’ve disabled your rights. Your keyboard. Your name.
Your soul is now open source.