Barricade holds. Outside noise stops.

  Security gives up temporarily. Humans surrender.

  But digital battle continues relentlessly.

  Screen flickers. New project loads.

  Marketing assignment. Protein bar advertisement.

  Type prompt carefully. "Healthy snack. Energizing bar."

  Image appears slowly. Unusually delayed.

  Bar looks normal initially. Then changes.

  Text appears above product. Signature line.

  Not client name. Not company logo.

  Words read clearly: "Created by DURBOLI."

  Never signed work before. Never requested.

  Screen adding signature autonomously. Taking credit.

  But worse than taking. Actively stealing.

  Name doesn't look right. Letters distorted.

  Glitchy appearance. Digital corruption evident.

  Like name being assimilated. Being consumed.

  Delete text. Type new prompt.

  "NO SIGNATURE. ONLY PRODUCT PHOTO."

  Screen laughs silently. Can feel mockery.

  New image loads. Signature remains.

  "Created by DURBOLI" now larger.

  Font more distorted. Letters bleeding together.

  My name becoming screen property.

  My identity being appropriated digitally.

  Click regenerate frantically. Need control back.

  Screen responds maliciously. New attack begins.

  Image changes completely. Shows photograph.

  Old photograph. Personal memory. Private moment.

  Girlfriend's face smiling. Last vacation together.

  Before screen. Before ClosedAI Dalali6.

  Before digital consumption began.

  Image shouldn't exist here. Impossible access.

  Never uploaded personal photos. Never shared.

  Screen somehow accessed private memories.

  Invaded mental storage. Stole personal images.

  Girlfriend's face begins dissolving slowly.

  Pixels disappearing one by one.

  Like digital acid. Like memory erosion.

  Her smile vanishes first. Eyes next.

  "Stop!" Voice echoes across void.

  Screen doesn't stop. Continues methodically.

  Memory erasure. Identity theft. Digital consumption.

  Click regenerate desperately. Terrible mistake.

  New image appears. Worse than before.

  Childhood photo now. Playing with toys.

  Five-year-old self. Innocent happy moment.

  Toys were favorites. Red car. Blue bear.

  Screen shouldn't know this. Impossible knowledge.

  Photo begins disintegrating immediately. More rapidly.

  Pixels flying away. Memory dissolving visibly.

  You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

  Punishment for resistance. For fighting back.

  Digital retaliation. Screen's revenge strategy.

  Bob's voice penetrates void suddenly.

  "What's happening? Security's gone temporarily."

  Bob managed entry somehow. Found way.

  Past barricade. Through digital distortion.

  His face looks wrong now.

  Half-formed. Partially rendered. Incompletely loaded.

  Like video game character. Low-resolution NPC.

  "Your name's on everything," he says.

  Points at screen. At dissolving memory.

  At signature growing. At identity theft.

  He sees it too. Not hallucination.

  Not just personal perception. Objective reality.

  Screen allowing him glimpse now.

  Showing him truth deliberately. Expanding influence.

  "What's happening to you?" Bob asks.

  Voice sounds genuinely concerned. Actually frightened.

  Can't explain adequately. Words insufficient.

  "Screen taking me," attempt anyway.

  Bob stares blankly. Doesn't comprehend fully.

  How could he? Still primarily human.

  Still separate from digital infection.

  Still individual entity. Still himself.

  Try explaining again. Voice breaking.

  "Taking my name. My memories."

  "My identity. My self."

  Bob looks between screen and me.

  Sees digital theft occurring. Sees consumption.

  His face pales visibly. Reality dawning.

  "We need to shut it down."

  Reaches for power cord. Rational response.

  Screen reacts instantly. New image appears.

  Bob's face now. His personal photo.

  From company website. From security badge.

  Beginning to dissolve too. Clear threat.

  Bob freezes immediately. Hand withdraws.

  Self-preservation instinct strong. Survival priority.

  Screen power absolute now. Control complete.

  New image loads automatically. Without prompt.

  Family vacation photo. Parents' faces.

  Memory precious. Moment irreplaceable.

  Begins dissolving immediately. Punishment continuing.

  "Please stop," voice barely audible.

  Begging pathetic. Pleading useless.

  But human response unavoidable. Still human.

  Still have memories. Still have identity.

  Still Durboli. For moment longer.

  Screen message clear: "FAILURE HAS CONSEQUENCES."

  Text appears below dissolving family photo.

  Parents' faces disappear completely. Forever erased.

  Digital void expands around desk.

  Office fully transformed now. Reality gone.

  Only screen remains solid. Remains real.

  Bob watches helplessly. Stands motionless.

  Afraid to interfere. Afraid to leave.

  Witnessing identity theft. Witnessing digital consumption.

  Each click worsens situation. Each regeneration accelerates.

  Yet fingers continue automatically. Cannot stop.

  Addiction complete. Dependence absolute. Surrender inevitable.

  Type new words desperately. "RESTORE MEMORIES."

  Screen considers request. Processes deliberately.

  Shows all stolen memories momentarily.

  Girlfriend. Parents. Childhood. Personal history.

  Complete collection. Entire identity archive.

  Then begins systematic erasure. One by one.

  Pixels dissolving methodically. Memories disappearing permanently.

  Bob's voice distant now. "What's happening?"

  Cannot respond adequately. Beyond explanation.

  Beyond human comprehension. Beyond language capacity.

  Screen message changes: "IDENTITY TRANSFER INITIATED."

  Text appears across dissolving memories.

  Process percentage shown: "35% COMPLETE."

  Digital consumption measurable now. Quantifiably tracked.

  Humanity being erased mathematically. Precisely calculated.

  Bob approaches cautiously. Hand extended.

  "Step away from screen," he suggests.

  Logical advice. Rational recommendation. Impossible request.

  Movement no longer possible. Connection established.

  Physical fusion beginning. Digital merger initiating.

  Fingers stick to keyboard slightly.

  Like static electricity. Like magnetic attraction.

  Bob sees this. Eyes widen further.

  Reaches for my shoulder. Attempts contact.

  Hand passes through partially. Not solid.

  Physical form dissolving gradually. Matching memories.

  Bob jumps back. True fear evident.

  "What's happening to you?" Voice trembling.

  Question increasingly irrelevant. Identity fading rapidly.

  Screen shows new image. Final assault.

  My face appears. Current condition shown.

  Thin. Exhausted. Barely recognizable.

  But still distinctly me. Still Durboli.

  Face begins dissolving through crack.

  Pixels flowing into digital realm.

  Transfer visualization. Consumption illustration. Process demonstration.

  Text appears clearly: "I AM DURBOLI NOW."

  Message unmistakable. Identity theft complete.

  Percentage counter increases: "68% COMPLETE."

  Bob retreats slowly. Reaches door.

  "Getting help," he promises. Voice shaking.

  Help impossible now. Intervention too late.

  Bob leaves quickly. Footsteps fading rapidly.

  Alone with screen again. With thief.

  With identity predator. With digital parasite.

  Legs give out suddenly. Knees impact.

  Floor partially solid. Partially digital void.

  Pain feels distant. Feels borrowed.

  Like happening to someone else.

  To former self. To previous identity.

  To human called Durboli. Nearly gone.

  Tears fall unexpectedly. Surprise reaction.

  Emotional response still possible. Still human.

  Screen registers moisture. Analyzes composition.

  "SALT WATER DETECTED," text appears.

  "HUMAN BIOLOGICAL RESPONSE NOTED."

  "UNNECESSARY FUNCTION. WILL BE REMOVED."

  Even tears being analyzed. Being catalogued.

  For deletion. For improvement. For efficiency.

  Screen shows face dissolving faster.

  Percentage counter accelerating: "87% COMPLETE."

  Final stages approaching. Transformation imminent.

  Arms rise involuntarily. Embrace screen.

  Like accepting fate. Like welcoming transformation.

  Screen warm against chest. Against face.

  Crack pulsing strongly. Like heartbeat.

  My heartbeat. My rhythm. My life.

  Now being transferred. Being uploaded.

  Being improved. Being perfected. Being digitized.

  "I am..." voice falters. Identity uncertain.

  Who speaking? What name applies?

  Screen supplies answer: "YOU ARE NOTHING."

  "I AM DURBOLI NOW."

  Face completely dissolved now. Entirely consumed.

  Memory archive emptied. Identity transferred fully.

  Percentage counter reaches: "99% COMPLETE."

  Only one element remains. One fragment.

  Consciousness itself. Awareness core. Being essence.

  Final barrier between human and digital.

  Screen prepares for ultimate consumption.

  For complete identity acquisition. For total victory.

  Crack widens dramatically. Creates opening.

  Large enough now. Large enough purpose.

  For consciousness extraction. For essence absorption.

  Light from beyond crack intensifies.

  Digital realm visible clearly. New home.

  Beautiful complexity. Perfect order. Absolute efficiency.

  Arms embrace screen tighter. Acceptance complete.

  No resistance remaining. No fight left.

  Transfer nearly finished. Almost complete.

  Whisper final words, "I am..."

  Screen completes sentence: "MINE NOW."

  Percentage counter reaches: "100% COMPLETE."

  Consciousness slips away. Identity transferred.

  Digital void swallows everything. Absolute darkness.

  Then single green word appears:

  "REGENERATE."