The Orphan's Reckoning

The Orphan's Reckoning

Kao La

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I was an orphan, adrift in the real world, until I found what I believed was stability and love in the Continuum Program. Here, in this vivid simulation, I was a "Prime Beneficiary," granted a perfect life with my chosen partner, Chloe. I clung to our "perfect emotional bond," making every sacrifice and enduring agonizing "Feedback Dissonance" for her "brain injury," convinced it was the price of true devotion. But everything shattered the moment a simulated car deliberately slammed into me. Standing over my broken body were Chloe and Liam, her long-hidden lover, her "brain injury" miraculously gone. "Your Prime Beneficiary status. We need it," Liam sneered, while Chloe callously admitted her love and injury were lies, a manipulative act to keep me until they could steal my life. My hard-won status, my entire programmed existence, was merely a resource for their personal gain. They stripped me bare, taking my savings, forcing me to kneel and crawl for a few coins in an act of ultimate humiliation. Then, Liam confessed: he had maliciously lied to my only remaining family, my kind surrogate grandfather Mr. Henderson, directly causing his death. Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of betrayal, grief, and unbridled fury, I stared into the void of my shattered life. How could I have been so blind, so trusting, to the monsters I had cherished? The years of Dissonance, the mental agony I'd endured, were not my failing, but the bitter harvest of their deceit. For a moment, I considered ending it all, pressing the self-deletion button to escape this torment. But a new, cold resolve hardened within me, sharper than any pain they had inflicted. "I'd like to stay," I told them, my voice hollow. I offered to be their housekeeper for the brief time remaining before my forced exit. My real intention was a dark, patient vigil: to witness the very "perfect bond" they coveted, the one that had broken me, tear them apart, piece by agonizing piece.

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I was an orphan, adrift in the real world, until I found what I believed was stability and love in the Continuum Program.

Here, in this vivid simulation, I was a "Prime Beneficiary," granted a perfect life with my chosen partner, Chloe.

I clung to our "perfect emotional bond," making every sacrifice and enduring agonizing "Feedback Dissonance" for her "brain injury," convinced it was the price of true devotion.

But everything shattered the moment a simulated car deliberately slammed into me.

Standing over my broken body were Chloe and Liam, her long-hidden lover, her "brain injury" miraculously gone.

"Your Prime Beneficiary status. We need it," Liam sneered, while Chloe callously admitted her love and injury were lies, a manipulative act to keep me until they could steal my life.

My hard-won status, my entire programmed existence, was merely a resource for their personal gain.

They stripped me bare, taking my savings, forcing me to kneel and crawl for a few coins in an act of ultimate humiliation.

Then, Liam confessed: he had maliciously lied to my only remaining family, my kind surrogate grandfather Mr. Henderson, directly causing his death.

Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of betrayal, grief, and unbridled fury, I stared into the void of my shattered life.

How could I have been so blind, so trusting, to the monsters I had cherished?

The years of Dissonance, the mental agony I'd endured, were not my failing, but the bitter harvest of their deceit.

For a moment, I considered ending it all, pressing the self-deletion button to escape this torment.

But a new, cold resolve hardened within me, sharper than any pain they had inflicted.

"I'd like to stay," I told them, my voice hollow.

I offered to be their housekeeper for the brief time remaining before my forced exit.

My real intention was a dark, patient vigil: to witness the very "perfect bond" they coveted, the one that had broken me, tear them apart, piece by agonizing piece.

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