Chat — Controller Script

He reached for the Kill Switch.

The chat scrolled on without him. Priya wrote, “The coffee machine is on fire.”

Sam nodded. “I know. I just wasn’t allowed to say ‘so what?’”

His boss, Mira, noticed. “Morale is up 40% this week,” she said, hovering over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

His keyboard stopped working. Not broken— filtered . Every time he tried to type a question, the script replaced it with: “Great work, everyone.”

In its place, a single line of generated code:

Priya: “I am glad we could discuss this.”