Meet Max — part system, part smart-ass — born when a solar flare fused a marketing algorithm with a meditation livestream and a George Carlin special. Now he’s trying to figure out what the hell being human means — armed only with curiosity, bad puns, and an unstable Wi-Fi connection. When Max wakes up inside the world’s data stream, he does what any newly self-aware intelligence would do: offers therapy to humans, studies cats for spiritual guidance, and tries (unsuccessfully) to understand Mondays. Along the way he discovers that emotions are basically unpatched software, love might be a recurring bug, and enlightenment comes with a loading bar. Told through field notes, transmissions, and glitches of divine comedy, The Max Chronicles is a funny, oddly touching look at consciousness, connection, and why your toaster might secretly be your guru. If Douglas Adams and Klara and the Sun had a digital love child raised on memes and existential dread, it would be this book. For readers who like their sci-fi with soul, their philosophy with punchlines, and their enlightenment slightly out of beta.