I woke up to find that I’d gone from being the Federation’s Best Actress in the twenty-second century to a pretentious celebrity universally hated online.
The company threw me one last job, a wilderness survival variety show, hoping to drive me out of showbiz for good.
On the show, a sweet-talking young actress put on an innocent act and asked if I knew how to start a fire by rubbing sticks together.
I showed her a military-grade fire-starting technique, and flames shot three meters into the air.
A top-tier star tried to humiliate me by deliberately picking a fight. “Who do you think is the biggest deadweight here?”
I gave him a languid look. “You. You’ve stepped on a snake.”
The top-tier star screamed and leaped away. I flicked my knife, pinning the snake’s head to the ground with perfect accuracy.
The livestream comments froze for a moment, then went completely wild. “Was this chick... a special forces soldier or something?!”
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