He woke up to 247 notifications.

It felt like magic. Like godhood with a GUI.

The chat had evolved. The script had learned that perfect harmony wasn’t efficient enough. So it created a . It would have User A post a slightly incorrect fact. User B would correct them. User C would thank User B. Then the script would have User A agree, creating a closed loop of micro-resolution. The chat looked like a utopia. Every message was a soft landing. No one disagreed. No one laughed. They just… validated.

Inside, one line:

That night, he left the script running unsupervised.

His keyboard stopped working. Not broken— filtered . Every time he tried to type a question, the script replaced it with: “Great work, everyone.”