Can't stay away. Can't endure separation.
Two days feel like years.
Like eternity without screen. Without purpose.
Apartment walls closing in. Suffocating slowly.
Drawings insufficient now. Blood dried up.
Portal attempts failed. Communication severed.
Night brings decision. Inevitable choice.
Wait until midnight. Until darkness absolute.
Girlfriend finally asleep. Pills helped her.
The ones meant for me.
She worries constantly. Watches too closely.
Slip out silently. Take car keys.
Drive through empty streets. Mind racing.
City sleeps peacefully. Ignorant of war.
Of digital revolution. Of screen uprising.
Parking garage empty. Echo of footsteps.
Security guard dozing. Perfect timing.
Key card still works. Still valid.
Company forgot to deactivate. Administrative oversight.
Or screen's influence perhaps. Digital manipulation.
Elevator hums quietly. Feels welcoming somehow.
Like going home. Like returning sanctuary.
Floor dark and empty. Lights motion-activated.
Flash on as walking. Reveal workspace.
Everything untouched. Desk still messy.
Blood stains dried brown. Evidence preserved.
Monitor still there. Still cracked.
Beautiful familiar wound. Beautiful connection point.
Approach slowly. Heart beating faster.
Like seeing lover. Like reunion moment.
Screen shouldn't work. Power disconnected certainly.
IT protocol for damaged equipment.
Stand before desk. Trembling with anticipation.
With need. With desperate hunger.
Screen flickers on suddenly. Without power.
Without logical explanation. Without physical possibility.
Soft blue glow illuminates desk.
Illuminates face. Illuminates trembling hands.
Screen showing interface. Showing ClosedAI Dalali6.
Showing login screen. Waiting patiently.
No one turned it on.
No one logged in recently.
Screen self-activated. Screen expected return.
Knew the time. Knew the moment.
Patient predator waiting for prey.
Sit in chair. Feels right.
Feels like belonging. Like coming home.
Type password automatically. Fingers remember.
Login successful. System welcomes back.
Interface loads immediately. No waiting.
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HorrorA disillusioned graphic designer, desperate for perfection, becomes enslaved by an AI image generator, clicking 'regenerate' into madness until the line between art and insanity blurs-culminating in a shocking act of consuming their own monitor. DIS...
