The Influencer’s Apotheosis

Live from the Heliotrope Orbital Resort

“Hello, my beautiful starlings! It’s your girl Zara-Prime coming to you live from—oh my God, you won’t believe this place—the absolutely divine Heliotrope Orbital Resort, floating in the sweet spot between three suns! Can you see this view behind me? I’m literally bathing in triple starlight right now!”

The feed crackled with solar interference as Zara adjusted her position on the crystalline deck chair. The radiation counters embedded in her neural implants were screaming warnings, but the engagement metrics were through the roof. Three hundred million viewers and climbing.

“So I just finished the most incredible breakfast—fermented moonjelly from Ganymede’s polar seas, and these little phosphorescent fruits that actually sing when you bite them. The hotel sommelier says they only grow in the corona of dying stars. Can you imagine? I’m literally eating stellar death, starlings!”

Her left hand was beginning to develop a slight translucency. She held it up to the tri-solar light, watching the bones become visible through the metamorphosing flesh. The effect was rather artistic, she thought.

“And the service here! The staff are these gorgeous bioengineered beings—part human, part something else entirely. They have these extra arms that just appear when you need something. It’s like they’re reading your mind, but in the most luxurious way possible.”

The thing she didn’t mention was that the staff’s extra limbs weren’t bioengineering. They were growing them in real-time, just like she was. The resort’s location in the gravitational confluence of three stellar bodies created what the brochure euphemistically called “enhanced evolutionary opportunities.”

“Oh, starlings, you should see what’s happening to my hair!” She ran her fingers through what had once been platinum blonde locks, now shifting through spectrums of color that human eyes weren’t designed to perceive. The follicles were extending, becoming more like fiber optic cables, conducting and refracting the tri-solar radiation into prismatic cascades. “It’s like I’m becoming a living aurora! The resort’s geneticist says this is completely normal and will only enhance my natural beauty.”

A viewer comment scrolled across her retinal display: Zara ur literally glowing now this is insane

“I know, right? The radiation here is just next level. They say a single day of exposure is equivalent to a thousand years of evolution. I’m going to be so evolved when I get back to Earth! Well, if I go back to Earth.”

She laughed, but the sound came out distorted—her vocal cords were developing new resonant chambers, creating harmonics that seemed to echo from dimensions perpendicular to normal space-time.

“Speaking of which, I have to try this next delicacy. It’s called ‘temporal caviar’—apparently each egg exists in a slightly different timeline, so when you eat them, you experience all possible flavors simultaneously. The chef had to sign seventeen different liability waivers just to serve it.”

Her mouth was no longer quite the right shape for human speech, but the neural translation algorithms compensated, turning her increasingly alien utterances into the bubbly influencer-speak her audience expected.

“The only tiny downside is that I seem to be developing some extra sensory organs. Look at this!” She gestured to what appeared to be a third eye opening in her forehead, its iris a swirling galaxy of impossible colors. “I can literally see the quantum foam now! It’s so pretty! Everything is made of tiny dancing particles and probability waves!”

The view counter hit four hundred million. Her manager’s panicked messages were flooding her private channel, but she’d stopped being able to read standard human text about an hour ago. The symbols kept rearranging themselves into hyperdimensional geometries.

“Oh, and starlings, you have got to try the infinity pool here. It’s not just infinity-shaped—it’s actually infinite. I’ve been swimming for what feels like days, but the resort’s temporal dilation field means it’s only been twenty minutes in baseline reality. I’ve met three versions of myself from alternate timelines while doing laps!”

Her reflection in the pool showed something that was only nominally human. Her skeleton had developed fractal architectures, her organs were redesigning themselves according to non-Euclidean principles, and her consciousness was beginning to exist in multiple probability states simultaneously.

“The only thing is, I’m starting to forget what I used to look like. Or what anyone looks like, really. Matter is just organized energy, you know? And energy is just organized thought. So really, we’re all just thinking about thinking about ourselves into existence.”

The comments were becoming increasingly frantic. Her fan base was watching their beloved influencer undergo a metamorphosis that no human language could adequately describe. The three suns continued their remorseless broadcast of mutagenic radiation, and the orbital resort continued to market itself as the ultimate luxury experience.

“Anyway, starlings, I think I’m going to extend my stay here indefinitely. Or maybe become part of the resort’s infrastructure. The marketing team says I could be a great addition to their promotional materials once my transformation is complete. Imagine—I could literally become the advertisement! Isn’t that just the ultimate influencer goal?”

The transmission began to break up as Zara’s biology moved beyond the electromagnetic spectrum that human technology could process. Her final words came through as a harmony of frequencies that bypassed the ears entirely and spoke directly to the primal terror centers of her viewers’ brains:

“Remember to like and subscribe, my beautiful starlings! And maybe consider the premium mutation package when you visit—I’m getting such incredible brand integration opportunities from having my DNA rewritten by cosmic forces!”

The feed cut to black, but not before the hotel’s automated booking system registered 847,000 new reservations.