The editor sat down to review a manuscript, expecting a routine job. But as they attempted to make changes, the text refused to stay altered. Every time they deleted a sentence or rewrote a paragraph, the manuscript rewrote itself, restoring the original content. Puzzled, they typed a note in the margin. To their shock, the manuscript responded: "I know what you’re trying to do."
The editor's heart raced. The book wasn't just a document—it was sentient. It knew things about their life, their past, things no one else could know. It was watching them.
In the middle of the chaos, they realized this wasn't a job for book editors anymore—it was a fight for control.