The Funnel greeted him with a cheerful “Welcome back, Leo. You seem tired. Want to feel something else?”
He sat down. Opened a private browser. Typed his own name. webmarketers
His screen flickered. For a second, the teal turned to a soft, human pink. He thought he saw his own reflection—not as a Webmarketer, but as a person. Tired. Small. Somewhere in Ohio, a woman was rubbing beeswax on her elbows and crying for no reason she could name. The Funnel greeted him with a cheerful “Welcome back, Leo