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.

PatchTech promises wellness. Sintient offers belonging. HelixWare sells care. But beneath the friendly interfaces and the soothing corporate slogans runs a simple algorithm:

Flatten the curve. Eliminate the outliers. Render all human experience predictable, packageable, and profitable.

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.