I get a bad feeling the second I see Jessie’s text.
JESSIE:
Don’t check Twitter.
Or do.
But make sure you sit first.
Then come the emojis: tape recorder, fire, coffin. Jessie doesn’t do metaphors. If she’s cryptic, it’s already too late.
I open my phone.
MORGAN (Group Chat – LadyPodz United):
Girl... is this you??
Attached: TikTok link.
Caption: “When the feminist queen dreams of the Zeta King”
I click.
My voice. Crystal clear. Breathy. Private.
“Adrian. Just—there. No warning. No shirt. No shame.”
The audio ends, and the screen smash-cuts to a montage of Adrian smirking, backlit, sipping something probably overpriced, while Twitter text overlays scream:
“She SAID she hated him.”
“The mic didn’t just catch feelings. It caught her climax.”
I slam my phone down. This isn’t happening.
Except it is.
I grab my laptop. Open Twitter.
The hashtags are trending:
#ZetaLeaks
#EnemiesToOvershare
#EmilyMoansGate
People are debating whether it’s real.
@AI4Justice:
“Cadence is off. Probably AI-trained on podcast snippets. Look at the breath curve at 0:09.”
@FeministButThirsty:
“I dream in stereo. Let her live.”
I hate them both.