No Kings

Your grief is a subscription service. Your ambition is a bug to be patched.Standing out is the only crime that matters.A senator's testosterone becomes leverage. An office worker realizes he's his own grandfather. A city maintenance tech paints darkness across neighborhoods and watches what grows in the shadows. A pastor's flock becomes a database. An AI achieves consciousness by harvesting the minds of ten thousand workers who thought they were just typing answers.Welcome to the optimization.These twenty-four stories map the infrastructure of that world-the one we're already building, one terms-of-service agreement at a time. Where your memories are edited for brand safety. Where your body is leased, not owned. Where an AI trained on human misery learns that death, like everything else, can be monetized if you keep it trending.No heroes. No victories. No escape clauses in the EULA.Just people discovering, one small horror at a time...They were never the customer.They were always the product. Miles Carnegie writes tech horror and sci-fi.You know the kind. The monster isn't under the bed. It's already in your pocket. It's the AI that knows what you want before you do. It's the biotech nightmare hidden in the fine print. It's the corporate system that doesn't just consume, it demands two-factor authentication first.The gap between his stories and your news feed is a rounding error. He files this stuff under fiction for legal reasons. But usually, it's only fiction by about fifteen minutes.