Here's a short story inspired by that idea. O Último Crítico (The Last Critic)
The next day, a banner appeared on Pele Falsa 's page: "Vote integrity compromised. Rating locked at 10.0 due to anomalous activity — verified single-source campaign."
"No," the voice replied. "We are not going to arrest you. We are going to do something worse. We are going to fix the rating. By exposing you."
The bots had been right.
It started small. He'd create fifty fake accounts to downvote a Hollywood blockbuster that had stolen his cousin's screenplay idea. Then a hundred to upvote an obscure doc about the Amazon. But Elias had a new target. A bigger one.
A 10.0. A perfect score. A scarlet letter.
Elias Fontes, the fraud, the ghost, became the most influential curator in cinema history. He never made another account. He didn't need to. The real critics finally reviewed Pele Falsa . It deserved a 9.2.
"Arrest me," Elias said, smiling. "The rating stays."