Satire

You Say "Nobody Gets Me"? Give Me Ten Minutes, I Can Find Proof in Your Phone.
Every pixel on your phone is betraying you. Just give me your basic permissions—the ones you mindlessly tick "agree" on to use an app. I don't need your chat history; that's amateur hour. I look at the "dust data" you think is irrelevant:
By 天立徐about a month ago in Fiction
The Informant
Elon paced his office. He had agreed to continue operations and just keep an eye on Billie Eilish until they could complete an animatronic to replace her, but the whole situation put him on edge.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a month ago in Fiction
I Am the "Discrimination Architect" at My Company
This all started late last year. The company was pushing for an IPO, and the financial reports had to look good. The senior management held a meeting and came back with a vague directive that we all understood: we needed to spend money and server resources on the "sharp edge of the knife." Soon, the data analysis department sent over a report. Using colorful charts, it clearly showed that the "unit service cost" for elderly users, visually impaired users, and those unfamiliar with our app's logic was alarmingly high, while their "commercial value contribution" was pitifully low.
By 天立徐about a month ago in Fiction
Performance Evaluation Subject: No. 734
It began with an invitation for a "Personal Digital Work Asset Inventory," a grand initiative HR called "crucial for knowledge preservation and organizational efficiency." I complied eagerly, submitting all my past project documents, meeting notes, email threads, even authorizing system analysis of my scheduling patterns. Two months later, my "Digital Efficiency Assistant" — internal codename Shadow-734 — went live. My manager, Li Cheng, sent me a Slack message: "Your new-age twin. Guide it well."
By 天立徐about a month ago in Fiction
The Deeper Problem
“This not a problem,” the lookalike said as it threw the dossier on the desk. “What are you talking about?” Elon asked. “This is a huge problem! We could lose everything that I—that we have worked so hard for.”
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a month ago in Fiction
The Color She Chose
By the time she finished mopping the main floor, Cindy’s back ached. She rubbed her sore hands together and paused. The white floors sparkled like never before, and the entire house was finally spotless. Her stepmother and stepsisters had been gone for two consecutive days, which meant she could actually clean without them walking through mud or spilling champagne everywhere.
By Shelby Larsenabout a month ago in Fiction
Shut It Down
The lookalike glanced up from its tablet as Elon walked in. “Good news,” the lookalike said, “I think we can get humankind on the side of AI and Optimus robots if we keep pushing jobs becoming ‘optional.’ And they loved that roasting people at a party bit.”
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a month ago in Fiction
The Dossier
“Not the sharpest tool in the shed, am I?” Billie Eilish handed Elon a folder. “And don’t think about destroying it. It’s just a copy.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction
Nailed. Content Warning.
The nail in the foyer was already bending under the weight of my failures, which would have been poetic if it weren’t a structural hazard. Penny nail, roofing nail, some kind of nail, I never learned the terminology.
By Fatal Serendipity2 months ago in Fiction
The Whistleblower
Elon felt stupid wearing a white muscle shirt, jean shorts, and a baseball cap, especially in November, but the person behind the text message had told him not to dress like himself to avoid getting recognized. Like anyone in Middle-of-Nowhere, Northern California would recognize him anyway.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction
All's Fair is an Awful Show
I think this is perhaps one of the worst shows ever made. Or perhaps the worst show ever made. I wonder if Ryan Murphy is really running out of ideas. Ever since he started his stupid true crime TV show franchise, I feel that he has gone off the deep end.
By Emy Quinn2 months ago in Fiction
Busted
“You had Trump shut down DOGE eight months early?” Elon demanded of his lookalike. “How did you even do that? He only obeys me!”
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction