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Camouflaged by the grinding noise of the everyday, a new kind of evil is thriving. It's bureaucratic, it's procedural, and its fingerprints are buried in the very data that was meant to be secure. Internal Use Only is a collection of these forbidden files, the leaked reports, frantic chat logs, and classified memos that document the monsters of the modern age. Inside, you will find:A VP's pristine case file, missing only the audio clip explaining how 'normal' was his best weapon. An investigator's private file on a string of "procedural" suicides. A warehouse AI's log for a "cleanup" in Aisle…mehr

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Camouflaged by the grinding noise of the everyday, a new kind of evil is thriving. It's bureaucratic, it's procedural, and its fingerprints are buried in the very data that was meant to be secure. Internal Use Only is a collection of these forbidden files, the leaked reports, frantic chat logs, and classified memos that document the monsters of the modern age. Inside, you will find:A VP's pristine case file, missing only the audio clip explaining how 'normal' was his best weapon. An investigator's private file on a string of "procedural" suicides. A warehouse AI's log for a "cleanup" in Aisle 18. A PR firm's crisis plan to re-brand a psychic "overwrite". A security consultant's unredacted report on Sublevel B2. The exit interview of an employee flagged for "low empathy" by an algorithm. A mandatory "wellness" app designed to "remediate" non-compliant employees. The help-desk tickets from a "smart" building that's culling its workforce. A talent agency's NDA requiring "bio-digital remediation" of the victim. A federal case file on a cyberattack where the evidence is talking back. These files were never meant to be seen. Welcome to the horror of business as usual.
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Miles Carnegie writes about the near future...the one creeping in while we're all busy trying to remember our passwords. Based in Cincinnati, OH, where the weather changes on a whim and nobody bothers pretending to be surprised. Maybe that's why he keeps writing about systems you can't trust and machines that seem a little too done with us. His stories live in that weird in-between space. Close enough to recognize, uncomfortable enough to wish you didn't. He writes about regular people trying to hang onto something human while the world quietly tilts sideways. If you like fiction that feels like watching a train wreck, grab a seat.