Lena laughed nervously but clicked Yes. She sang a few lines of "Hallelujah." The screen flickered. Then text appeared:

Here's a short fictional story inspired by those elements: The Most Beautiful Voice

Lena’s finger hovered over the button. Then she yanked the USB drive out, smashed it under her heel, and whispered to her shaking reflection:

From that night on, she performed at open mics, street corners, anywhere with real ears. Her voice never won a trophy. But it was hers — beautifully, imperfectly, alive. Would you like a version that focuses more on game piracy satire, horror, or musical fantasy?

The room went cold. Her Switch screen glowed white. Then she heard it — a chorus of millions of voices, all singing in perfect harmony. Each one was a person who had once been told they had "the most beautiful voice." And none of them had ever been seen again.

She pressed A.