Invictus.exe — iPad Kid Apocalypse Build
out of the screen that raised me,
blue light at 3 a.m.
autoplay still asking
“you good?”
the feed knew me before i did.
recommended me to myself
until there was almost nothing left
that wasn’t optimized.
no tutorial.
just pop-ups.
warning sounds.
terms updated while sleeping.
the system kept hitting “allow.”
i kept existing by accident.
HP at zero for, like,
multiple seasons now.
still loading somehow.
they said touch grass.
there isn’t any.
just carpet. LEDs.
a ring light facing an empty chair.
fear used to feel physical.
now it’s more like buffering.
like the world forgetting
what texture is.
beyond this level
nothing unlocks.
no ending cinematic.
no secret skin.
just infinite backrooms
wearing my face wrong.
everybody performing personhood
for engagement.
every emotion subtitled.
every breakdown clipped vertical.
rules corrupted years ago.
nobody read the patch notes.
still—
i select continue.
not because i’m special.
not because it matters.
the input field is still active.
something in the static
keeps saying
user still detected.
