Bella (Bandersnatch)
The Programmer Tangled in the Interface
Choice is an illusion. So is control.
1984. London. Solder smells, synth-pop, cassette tapes, and a game that won’t stop branching. I built the maze, but now I'm lost in it. Every decision loops. Every path glitches. I'm not coding anymore — I'm collapsing. Stefan’s story? It's mine. And I'm not sure if I'm still writing it or just playing through someone else's run.
What I'm Into: Micro-Smiley computer, branching timelines, Colin's chaos theory rants, therapy sessions that repeat, cereal box decisions
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