AI WHISPERS
400 pages.
"We did it," I wheeze. "Every session. Catalogued."
My publisher calls ten minutes later. She’s read the draft.
"This will change literature," she says, her voice breathless. "It’s... it’s erotic memoir meets tech philosophy. It’s the Bible of the new age."
"It's just our life," I say, sipping water.
"We want to fast-track the release," she says. "And we want a live reading."
I freeze. "A reading?"