"Your debut," he whispered, taking her hand. His grip was cold and data-dry. "We have three rules. One: everything you say is a contract. Two: everything you feel is content. Three: you do not leave until the algorithm forgives you."
The debutantes before her had tried to dance in that room. They had tried to sing, to cry, to go viral. El debut de Fernanda Uzi en la mansion de Ted
She pressed play.