This whole book started as a joke between me and my friend (shoutout to Rabia). I cracked a dumb line, she said I should turn it into a book, and somehow, here we are.
It also became a bit of an experiment for me. I wanted to see just how far I could push GPT to drop its moral compass and become the most toxic boyfriend imaginable. Spoiler alert, it worked. It took a ridiculous amount of prompting, loophole-finding, editing, rewriting, giving it a personality, a theme, a little flair, and before I knew it, I had a book.
It’s weird to admit this, but I actually find it hilarious. Like laugh-out-loud funny. And for some completely unexplainable reason, it ended up selling copies too.
Yes, yes, the author's name is not mine.
But if you translate the last name from Latin to English, and from English to Arabic, it'll say Survivor, which is Nagy, which is meeeeeeeeeeeee
Initially, I didn't wanna put my name on it, because, again, why would a sane person put their name on something like that? But the whole project started to grow on me and I'm pretty proud of it... kinda of?