Premise. A near-future speculative anthology in the tradition of Black Mirror and The Twilight Zone — with one rule its ancestors never quite held to: nothing ever malfunctions. No system is breached, no algorithm goes rogue, no engineer turns villain. Each episode takes a single plausible technology — sold as convenience, care, or connection — and follows its incentives past the point of comfort. The damage is never a failure of the design; it’s an expression of it.
World. Five minutes into the future — grounded, present-day texture, within twenty-five years of now. The horror is procedural, not supernatural: it arrives on schedule, in daylight, with a friendly interface and a terms-of-service nobody read.
Structure. Eight standalone episodes, watchable in any order. No recurring cast and no shared universe — a shared unease instead. What returns each week isn’t a character but a feeling.
Tone. Cold, humane, and adult — dystopian, reality-bending, and psychological by turns. It takes its premises seriously enough to be frightening and its people seriously enough to be moved by them.
Central question. By Design lives in the gap between ‘I agreed to this’ and ‘I understood this.’ When a system produces exactly the outcome it was built for, who answers for the human cost along the way?
For viewers of Black Mirror, The Twilight Zone, and the patience of prestige drama — an adult, idea-driven audience that likes the floor pulled out from under them.