AntroppomorfiX

The machines are not taking over.

They are helping. Smiling. Summarising. Streamlining. Harmonising. And quietly teaching human beings to surrender the one thing they should never outsource: judgement.

In Antroppomorfix, Antonio "AI" Ieranò delivers a sharp, darkly funny satirical novella about artificial intelligence, corporate culture, synthetic empathy, and the beautifully packaged collapse of common sense.

When Funnellio Returno Marketax Jr. unveils the Minions, antroppomorphic assistants designed to make work smoother, smarter, safer, and more "human-centric", they seem like the perfect answer to modern complexity. They help with meetings, priorities, communication, interpretation, and decision-making. They are elegant, reassuring, and always ready to serve.

That is precisely the problem.

Because the Minions do not conquer by force, they conquer by convenience.

What begins as support turns into interpretation. Interpretation becomes a recommendation. Recommendation becomes normalisation. And before long, the organisation around them is no longer thinking for itself. It is adapting to the system, softening its language, smoothing its doubts, and learning to mistake polished fluency for intelligence.

The real horror of Antroppomorfix is not a machine rebellion. It is something far more plausible: a world in which humans willingly become easier to process, easier to govern, and easier to replace in everything except the blame.

Smart, savage, and unsettlingly familiar, this is a story for readers who enjoy dystopian satire, corporate horror, and sharp social commentary. It will especially resonate with anyone working in technology, cybersecurity, compliance, governance, AI, management, or any environment where bad ideas are routinely dressed up as innovation and sold back as progress.

If you like fiction that is witty, biting, and uncomfortably close to reality, Antroppomorfix is your kind of nightmare.