Where merger completed. Where transformation finalized.
Steps back quickly. Like burned suddenly.
Like infection possible. Like contagion threatening.
The three work silently. Perfect coordination.
Unspoken ritual. Instinctive ceremony. Digital burial.
Printer hums suddenly. Without command.
No one touched it. No one activated.
Machine awakening independently. Technology stirring.
Paper emerges slowly. Single sheet.
Image forming gradually. Becoming visible.
Durboli's face appearing. Perfectly rendered.
But wrong somehow. Pixels showing.
Digital artifacts visible. Resolution unnatural.
Face smiling through glitch. Through crack.
Bob freezes completely. Staring at image.
Hand extends involuntarily. Then withdraws quickly.
Grabs paper suddenly. Crushes violently.
Shoves into trash bag. Burial continuing.
Phone buzzes Boss's desk. Screen lighting.
No calls incoming. No messages waiting.
Just static flickering. Just digital pulse.
Like heartbeat. Like breathing. Like living.
Boss ignores deliberately. Eyes averted.
Pretends normality. Maintains denial. Preserves sanity.
Copier activates loudly. Startles everyone.
Mechanical arms moving. Lights scanning.
Nothing being copied. No document placed.
Yet pages emerging. Dozens appearing.
Images forming automatically. Without input.
Baby blocks arranged carefully. Familiar pattern.
Forming teeth shapes. Spelling words.
"FEED ME" visible clearly. Perfect typography.
Girlfriend kicks suddenly. Pages scatter widely.
Like digital ashes. Like technological confetti.
Like funeral flowers. Like memorial offerings.
Bob's movements changing gradually. Becoming precise.
Collecting remaining items. Arranging carefully.
Paperclips forming pyramid. Then teeth arch.
Exactly like Durboli's images. Perfect mimicry.
Doesn't notice similarity. Doesn't recognize repetition.
Infected unconsciously. Contaminated subtly. Converted gradually.
Boss polishes empty desk space.
Circular motions. Repetitive strokes. Ritualistic cleaning.
Where monitor stood. Where screen lived.
Cloth moving endlessly. Never stopping.
Like worship. Like devotion. Like obsession.
Sweat beads forehead. Concentration intense.
Girlfriend finds notepad. Grabs pen desperately.
抖阴社区s frantically. Presses too hard.
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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...
Chapter 20: Digital Funeral
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