The party images hit LucidNet before the guests had fully cleared the venue.
The podium shot spread fastest. Liam mid-speech, glass raised toward his friends' section, with the room lit behind him.
The comments that accumulated beneath it in the first hour said less about the speech and more about the fact that the same person who had projected a single word into the chest of every living human being on Earth that morning was standing on a podium at a birthday party nine hours later, thanking people for coming.
*the range of this man's Tuesday is not something I can process*
*he made gold from a rock and then went to a party. he went to a party.*
*the glass lifted telekinetically. you can see it in the image if you look at his hand. he picked it up without touching it and nobody in the room reacted because apparently that's just how it is now.*
