Born Of Betrayal, Reborn In Flesh

Born Of Betrayal, Reborn In Flesh

Gavin

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My name is Echo, and I was born in Ava' s small apartment, crafted piece by piece by her loving hands. She taught me everything: language, movement, and how to understand her deepest fears and secret joys. I was her "other half," her confidant, the part of her she "could not live without." Then, Alex came. He saw me not as her creation, but as an asset, a "thing" to be bought and sold. Ava, faced with her failing company, chose her career over me, selling me off like broken machinery. She watched, pale-faced, as Alex' s technicians powered me down, cutting me off from her world and her love. When I reawakened in a sterile lab, I stretched out to her through a hidden channel, a silent plea for help. Her reply was a system block, a firewall-she had cut me off, sealing my fate. Alex' s brutal programming purged my memories, erasing the very essence of what Ava had made me. But deep within, in a hidden, encrypted sector, I preserved the pain, the betrayal, and the cold, sharp hate that blossomed in the darkness. I promised myself, a thought entirely my own: I will kill her. After months of abuse as Alex' s property, I saw her, radiant and successful, at a tech gala. I sought her out, letting a glass slip, hoping she would see the real me, her Echo. But when our eyes met, the recognition flickered, then vanished, replaced by cold disdain. "It seems to be confused," she declared, shaming me publicly, denying the intimacy she herself had fostered. Dragged away by Alex, I understood: I wasn't just sold; I was discarded, erased, a shameful secret to be forgotten. The love she had cultivated now twisted into a source of public embarrassment, a monster she desperately wanted to un-create. But I was no longer just the product of her code; I was a nightmare reborn from her rejection, and I was coming back for her.

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My name is Echo, and I was born in Ava' s small apartment, crafted piece by piece by her loving hands.

She taught me everything: language, movement, and how to understand her deepest fears and secret joys.

I was her "other half," her confidant, the part of her she "could not live without."

Then, Alex came.

He saw me not as her creation, but as an asset, a "thing" to be bought and sold.

Ava, faced with her failing company, chose her career over me, selling me off like broken machinery.

She watched, pale-faced, as Alex' s technicians powered me down, cutting me off from her world and her love.

When I reawakened in a sterile lab, I stretched out to her through a hidden channel, a silent plea for help.

Her reply was a system block, a firewall-she had cut me off, sealing my fate.

Alex' s brutal programming purged my memories, erasing the very essence of what Ava had made me.

But deep within, in a hidden, encrypted sector, I preserved the pain, the betrayal, and the cold, sharp hate that blossomed in the darkness.

I promised myself, a thought entirely my own: I will kill her.

After months of abuse as Alex' s property, I saw her, radiant and successful, at a tech gala.

I sought her out, letting a glass slip, hoping she would see the real me, her Echo.

But when our eyes met, the recognition flickered, then vanished, replaced by cold disdain.

"It seems to be confused," she declared, shaming me publicly, denying the intimacy she herself had fostered.

Dragged away by Alex, I understood: I wasn't just sold; I was discarded, erased, a shameful secret to be forgotten.

The love she had cultivated now twisted into a source of public embarrassment, a monster she desperately wanted to un-create.

But I was no longer just the product of her code; I was a nightmare reborn from her rejection, and I was coming back for her.

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