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As I ate, Astrid walked me through everything—how to open the camera, how to make calls, how to use G****e, and even how to browse Spotify. “I also added a novel app,” she said proudly. “You can use it to read when you’re bored. You can find any book you’re looking for.” She tapped a few buttons before passing it back to me. “Alpha Kieran already saved his contact. Here’s mine and Tobias’s. Mira, save yours too.” Mira wiped her hands and quickly added her number. “Done. Now, eat up, Luna. You need to refill your energy.” I ate like I hadn’t had food in days, devouring every bite with pure satisfaction. As I finished my third plate, I felt two pairs of eyes burning into me, Astrid and Mira, t

Then, the app told him to inhale at the sound of the notification and exhale at a different tone while the cycle repeated, and Joe found that just adding rhythmic breathings could change so much. First, the app wanted him to work out, and now they wanted him to meditate. Was Wanda’s company the spokesperson for national fitness or something? Joe never knew getting fit could be such a pleasurable experience. If he couldn’t find a job upon graduation, he wondered if he could work for them. He might be dumb as rocks, but he knew his anal beads from anal plugs.

What better way to eliminate boredom than by reading a book? I had recently downloaded a reading app, where you can read your favourite stories of different genres. Right now I am reading a novel called Loving Hayden. It is about two teens who were once archenemies but later became friends with their enemies. Okay, maybe not friends with benefits, more like enemies with benefits. I was eager to see where their relationship was going to lead. I continue to flip through my phone as I read the story. I was so engrossed with the story that I didn't realize how much time had passed. I was disturbed by the sound of a knock at the door.

This would be the day where Nova would put her plan in motion so they could finally leave. She mentally apologized to Nora, for the things she'd have to endure today to be finally free. She revised her plan. It wasn't a good one at all according to her but if there was any chance that it could work, she had to take it. The other day she had watched on an ad on the television about a magical app on a phone. It shows you the streets of the world, it can take you wherever you'd like to go, ensuring that you don't get lost along the way.

You’re mine and always will be. Press 1 to save the message Message saved.

"Because she won't be there." Joel answered. "Someone else expects her to be." Across the city, the young woman named Emily Foster walked through her apartment carrying a mug of coffee while preparing notes for the following day's examination. Her phone vibrated gently with another reminder generated by the intelligent productivity application she had installed months earlier. It suggested the fastest route to the university, reminded her to leave home at exactly ten fifty eight, and even recommended the quietest study room based on previous habits. Emily smiled without thinking. The application had never disappointed her. It seemed to understand her life almost as well as she did herself.

THE APP CHAPTER 1 CHLOE I wake up to my phone buzzing like a dying mosquito and the familiar panic of a negative bank balance blinking on the screen: –$47.82. Rent’s due in four days. Again. I’m scrolling through the usual desperation apps when the ad pops up, bright pink and unapologetic: “$500 for a 5-minute trial! Totally safe, totally anonymous! Just tap below!” I snort. Probably some sketchy survey or cam-girl bait. But five hundred dollars? I’m already clicking before my brain catches up.

I pull her nose. “Careful, your one hand is still hanging at your neck.” She will never change. “Just go away.” I throw a cushion pillow at her. “I won’t. It’s time for the app launch. Let’s check together.” I look at her with happiness. She installs the app. It contains my book. ‘Fragrance of LOVE.’ I really hope it works so well. At least, it can help Mick a little bit. … [3 days later]

I opened the app store and typed in “séance.” Stupid. I knew it was stupid. But I didn’t have a dusty old Ouija board or some gothic medium on speed dial. I had my phone. And right now, it was the only thing between me and the silence. I picked one with decent reviews: “SpiritLink: Connect with the Beyond.” It had the kind of silly interface you’d expect, candles, a board, swirling letters. But it said it used “energy-sensitive microphone response.” Whatever. I just wanted a way to call him.

“For example, Miss Tina doesn’t usually work out but she syncs her app to her health. On Monday, she works out by 9, on Tuesday, she does the same. On Wednesday, she doesn’t work out at all. Maybe something else has her preoccupied at that moment. Our app notices these routines you have skipped throughout the day and reminds you at 9 that you haven’t worked out. You’re not forgetting anything and you’re not storing unnecessary data in you brain.” “It doesn’t just work with health, it works for anything that has a routine. Something you do every time. You don’t have any activity you’re forgetting because something is reminding you daily, hourly if you want. I’m not sure I want a machine in my