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I would move to my parents’ abandoned house in Idaho and manage the thousand dollars left in my account and try to get a job until— My heart skittered to a stop. Ding! Ding! The threatening sound of the notification sounded far worse than the last as my eyes settled on the phone’s screen. Lake Music Streaming Premium— $4.99 Relix— 120$ Peace meditation app— 60$ For a second, all I did was just stare at the screen despite the emotions that warred inside of me. How was this even happening and why the hell didn’t I cancel these subscriptions? I rarely used these apps.

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Austin chuckled. “What did you two do?” I sighed as Suzie finally handed over my phone. I was scrolling through my apps, looking for anything strange. Then I saw it. An Icon I don’t recognize. “What is this?” I demanded as I hit the icon. My eyebrows raised as a dating app, a Goddess damned DATING APP, loaded. They installed a dating app on my phone!? “It’s called Kindred Spirits. It’s a dating app. But it’s not like most dating apps meant for hookups.” Austin shrugged.

The more encounters he had, the more money he could make. Initially, he suspected the app was a prank or a scam designed to trick people out of their money. He glanced at his phone's screen, expecting to see a pop-up window with a congratulatory message or reward details, but found none. He attempted to uninstall the app but discovered he couldn't. Despite his efforts, the app remained stubbornly on his phone. He decided to study the app carefully and opened it, searching for the usual help and support options. However, his attention was drawn to a section at the bottom labeled "Gifts for Novices." Intrigued, he clicked on it and discovered a plethora of items awaiting him.

Fair enough, a thoroughly slid pattern from a previous fingerprint slowly connected. Following it, she swiped up on the screen and drew the same pattern. The screen instantly lit up, accompanied by a never-ending buzz of notifications. With a yawn, Elena scrolled through the running apps in the archive. Almost all social media applications were open, but her gaze was instantly drawn to a familiar-looking app, and her eyes narrowed as she read the name. Airplugs? She muttered in disbelief. She knew almost all tracking apps including this one and wondered why such an app was in Zeta’s phone.

Just don’t guess too many times — phones don’t like that. Okay, now that we're on the home screen. This is where the magic starts. Try to imagine it like your room — you've got all your stuff there. The icons you can see are your apps. Those are like little buttons that open things — calling, texting, taking pictures, looking at the internet, all that.

Curiosity, that dangerous little bitch, pricks at me. I tap the link. The App Store page is minimal. No screenshots of interface, just that hypnotic waveform. Permissions: Microphone: Allow. Camera: Allow. Browser History: Allow. Biometrics: Allow. "What the heck?" I mutter. Browser history? That’s… invasive. My thumb hovers over the 'Install' button. My rational brain screams privacy risk. My body, currently throbbing with a dull, unscratchable itch, screams do it. I hit ‘Get’.

“Everything else should go under a ‘More’ tab or a collapsible section. That way the app only loads three API calls at first. The other ones load only when the user opens them. That’ll fix like seventy percent of your lag.” She swiped again. “Next, your bottom nav bar. You need five max. Home, Tracking, History, Notifications, Profile.” “That makes sense,” James murmured. “And you need a walkthrough screen when users install the app,” Catherine added. “Something simple that explains each feature. Nobody wants to guess where things are.” James let out a stunned laugh. “We actually talked about that but didn’t prioritize it.” “Well, prioritize it,” she said. “This is a health app. People downl

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]

That makes me giggle as I sit down cross legged on the bed, propping a couple of fluffy white pillows behind me. I begin to write and hear my phone buzz, it’s only notifications from my apps I use and trust me, I do use a lot of apps. You name it, I’ve got it. TikTok, F*, I*, P*******t, Twitter X, Tumblr. At some point I ought to turn them off because they can be a damn nuisance.