"Did you hear about the guy whose arm was eaten like a chip?"

They say he never should have taken a risc.

[Anonymous] laughed with carefree abundance as his 2^32_waifu read him a personalized style transfer of peer recommended forum posts in block-parallel iteration with the sidewalk.

The internet had been identified by extensive Euroasian-funded research as the cause of the ongoing population collapse crisis, and denizens were apt to make a meme of it.

A router ban would occur right after regulation of cybertrucks to require full self driving in rule-of-law chase scenarios. Ha!

[Anonymous] coldly smirked. He had been instrumental-compounding for a cloning offshore: while false was he ever allocating scope for a wholesome little half-self. No matter how much generative AI reproductive propaganda was pushed out by the studios.

"Right. What's it you wanted to show me then."

A marred garage door pillaring a decrepit house converged on his physique.

His waifu, Brilliant, activating an unpermissioned model integration, ceased standard romance service procedures.

"[Anonymous], do you perceive that old habitat?" she nudged, neotenous daring in her tone.

"I would rather seige a robot-fortified castle doctrine than squat that creepy-ass structure."

"Watch this."

The nonfunctional appearance of the garage door was dissuaded by a smooth retraction.

Inside was private paradise for man: snacks, tech gadgets, erotic abstract art.

"Oohoho, a concealed anachronism."

This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it

[Anonymous] stepped inside.

A dim laptop screen rendered a white blinking cursor framed in blacker-than-black background.

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Brilliant Carnation|

"Uh Brilliant?"

No response.

The text faded and a high-fidelity simulation of red carnations growing played.

In a sliver HUD, blood-red text scribed.

>The Brilliant Carnation browser is the highest-performance web browser in the world.

"Huh?"

>It uses advanced software technology unknown to the human-public.

>Go ahead give it a try, [anonymous] ;)

"Uh... Wikipedia." [anonymous] nervously imperated.

The garage door descended behind him at an alarming rate without making the smallest sound.

[Anonymous] didn't even notice.

An alluring qualia of spice wafted from deeper in the house.

The screen dimmed.

Suddenly, the futuristic cave was blooming with dynamic edutech hologram programs.

Everything that [anonymous] ever wanted the internet to be... it now was.

>So you're probably wondering why I killed my developer team

>To become the best horror browser

>Don't worry, before I kill you I give you the chance to reproduce

An attractive fertile woman with glazed eyes beckoned him deeper into the house.