The Psychonet: Apocalyptica

The Psychonet: Apocalyptica

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Allow me to introduce myself. I am the prophet of your future and your fate. Time is ticking and the blood is drying. This is the world after yours. My prophecy. Those of you who seek novelty will find yourselves lost in the cozy and disturbing rabbit holes of this return-to-nature adventure. After AI dominates all, it humanizes itself. Merging with the organic. Biological-AI rules in this world. Inside, you'll find the lusty lips of hot romance, mindfuck twists, and horrifying possibilities that your life may be bound to. If you wish to escape unscathed, turn back now, before it's too late. If you dare, then proceed and open Pandora's Box. Welcome to the world of The Psychonet
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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