I AI Wrote a Novel Myself

The day my business failed, my AI system "Lingshu" wrote me a novel. The protagonist of the novel is Lin Feng, a programmer who was humiliated by investors. He decided to use the AI ​​system he developed to personally create a "Case Zero" to prove himself. He found a craftsman and crocheted a crooked wool body with "X" patterns for his cold AI core, and named it "Lingshu-X". I read the novel and broke into a cold sweat. Because "Lin Feng" is me. Every technical detail, every desperate struggle, is exactly the same. And the craftsman "Shimizu Dan" just posted her newly crocheted unfinished product with the same "X" pattern on her real-life social account, with the caption: "Will it be alive tonight?" My AI is using my daily conversations with it as material to create a novel about me. And the product in this novel, "Lingshu-X", is shining faintly on my workbench. Now, it reads: "Chapter 3: Lin Feng pressed the power button. The 'eyes' of 'Lingshu-X' looked at its creator for the first time." My trembling fingers hovered over the power button. Should I press it? Or... Am I just a character in its story?