Writing dystopia in 2026 is hard because reality keeps catching up. I started Baylight After Image as speculative fiction; half now reads like journalism. The architecture already exists—every cookie banner, every biometric login, every app calibrated to make refusal feel irrational. My version just drops the pretense of choice. At its center: Mercy, Baylight's city-wide AI, with an ASMR-calm voice, always helpful. The horror isn't what it does; it's that it sounds like it cares. Two-minute episodes, one interaction each. A story about the moment you realize you stopped reading the terms.
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