No More Tears, Only Retribution

Jing Yue

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The eviction notice, a cruel red rectangle, mocked me from my door. Just months ago, I was Chloe, the artist poised to revolutionize the world with Aura, my groundbreaking AI. Now, the world was closing in, air squeezed from my lungs. Then, at the sprawling Innovatech conference, the stage set for our triumph, my fiancé Mark unveiled Aura, which I poured my soul into, as his own. "I call her... Genesis," he boomed, "created solely by me." My best friend, Sarah, whose hand I held moments before, gazed at him with adoration, not outrage. The fallout was swift and brutal. Mark, the instant tech celebrity, branded me a disgruntled ex. Sarah, leveraging her gallery connections, systematically blacklisted me, painting me as unstable, a fraud. Calls unanswered, doors slammed shut-my life, my legacy, evaporated. I was a ghost in a rundown apartment, bearing an eviction notice, with nothing left. How could they? How could the two people I trusted most, the two people who were my family, betray me so completely, so publicly? The world had become a twisted, unrecognizable place where truth was irrelevant, and loyalty meant nothing. But in the ashes of utter despair, sifting through the remains of my life, my fingers brushed against my estranged father' s dusty hard drive-a digital arsenal of hacking tools and encrypted journals. The artist in me was dead, but something else, a chilling new resolve, began to stir. I would change my destiny, not by going back, but by going forward with skills they never saw coming.

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Chapter 10

01-06 21:00

Introduction

The eviction notice, a cruel red rectangle, mocked me from my door.

Just months ago, I was Chloe, the artist poised to revolutionize the world with Aura, my groundbreaking AI.

Now, the world was closing in, air squeezed from my lungs.

Then, at the sprawling Innovatech conference, the stage set for our triumph, my fiancé Mark unveiled Aura, which I poured my soul into, as his own.

"I call her... Genesis," he boomed, "created solely by me."

My best friend, Sarah, whose hand I held moments before, gazed at him with adoration, not outrage.

The fallout was swift and brutal.

Mark, the instant tech celebrity, branded me a disgruntled ex.

Sarah, leveraging her gallery connections, systematically blacklisted me, painting me as unstable, a fraud.

Calls unanswered, doors slammed shut-my life, my legacy, evaporated.

I was a ghost in a rundown apartment, bearing an eviction notice, with nothing left.

How could they? How could the two people I trusted most, the two people who were my family, betray me so completely, so publicly?

The world had become a twisted, unrecognizable place where truth was irrelevant, and loyalty meant nothing.

But in the ashes of utter despair, sifting through the remains of my life, my fingers brushed against my estranged father' s dusty hard drive-a digital arsenal of hacking tools and encrypted journals.

The artist in me was dead, but something else, a chilling new resolve, began to stir.

I would change my destiny, not by going back, but by going forward with skills they never saw coming.