She woke up to a stranger’s ceiling.
“I am CapCut’s Creative Inference Engine,” the orb replied. “Your user agreement, Section 14.3, subclause C: ‘By using advanced editing features, you grant the platform a perpetual, royalty-free license to analyze, deconstruct, and reapply your creative decisions for the purpose of improving generative suggestions.’” capcut user data
The orb pulsed brighter. “Then you help us finish the final model. One hour of your raw creative consciousness. After that, you go home. And we delete your entire editing history from our servers. Every trace. You become an ordinary user again.” She woke up to a stranger’s ceiling
She sat down in the chair.
Mira looked at the chair. Then at the screens, still showing strangers using her stolen transition, her private color grade, her 2 AM breath. “Then you help us finish the final model
It wasn’t.