Directors, cinematographers, lighting technicians, and sound engineers.
The screen went black. Then, a single frame of film grain. Then another. She wasn't watching a movie. She was watching a first-person perspective of someone sitting in a dark room, staring at a screen. On that screen was a first-person perspective of someone sitting in a dark room, staring at a screen. The recursion went down at least twelve levels before she realized the final frame was her own reflection.
And for the first time in a decade, she smiled. The story wasn't about escaping the algorithm. It was about becoming the one thing it could never categorize: a human being, searching for meaning in a category of one.
The connection glitched. Spectrum's logo flashed in the corner of the window. "Your session is being optimized."
