I found my daughter trembling in the laundry room with a red mark on her cheek. “Daddy… Please don’t make me apologize again,” she sobbed. My heart broke as I held her. Ten minutes later, while looking for ice, I found a hidden recording device in the washing machine that revealed…

ripped away, exposing the grotesque, abusive rot beneath.

Beatrice opened her mouth, her hands trembling so violently she dropped her champagne flute.

“That… that’s AI!” Beatrice shrieked, her voice cracking into a hysterical, guilty, desperate panic as she backed away from the crowd. “That’s fake! He used an app! He’s trying to frame me because he’s continue reading …