97 %

97% A techno-horror. A short novel.

Danylo Kovach is twenty-seven, and he has just closed a sprint nobody has ever closed: two hundred and eighty thousand lines, forty-one services, eleven weeks — and not one line written by hand.

Three percent remain. One file, two hundred and thirty lines, and a hole in the middle that no model on earth can fill. Because the seam between generated code and a working system isn't text. It's a compressed map of cause and consequence inside the head of someone who has spent twenty years making mistakes daily and watching what came of them.

That is in no dataset.

But it is in people. And it can be taken.

Yaryna Hnatiuk is a technical recruiter and a former QA engineer who has spent three years keeping a private spreadsheet with one column no ATS has: how a person thinks. One Thursday she applies the filter writes it himself — and finds eleven obituaries. Of the ones who generate everything, none have died.

Her spreadsheet isn't a hiring funnel.

It's a menu. And for three years she has been the supplier.

97% is a techno-horror for people who read diffs. There are no monsters here, no portals, and no happy ending. There is a profession that has just stopped being safe, and one very simple rule: understanding is the attack channel.

Those who wrote code by hand die. Those who only read it don't wake up. Those who never looked too closely at anything will make it to the last page. Nobody else will.

Length: ~50 pages, 15 chapters, three parts. One evening's reading. Sleeping afterwards is a separate question.

Originally written in Ukrainian. Translated by the author.