This Book May Kill You

Listen.Stop reading.Darryl knows you're here. He knows he's a character. He knows his world is a draft, unstable and temporary. He remembers the friends the author deleted. He sees the plot holes opening under his feet.He's begging you to put this down. Not because he's scared of the plot. He's figured out how the story works. He knows the walls are thinner than they look.You think you're safe because this is paper and ink?You aren't.You're staring into a cage.Every chapter rattles the bars. 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.