The Orphan's Reckoning
here, in this simulation. All it cost was a "perfect emotional bond" with my chosen partner, Chloe. I was an orphan in the real world, bounced around foster care. I wanted st
e said. A brain injury. She needed me. I stayed, I cared, I endured the migraines and the
asphalt, smashed into me. Not an accident. Chloe stood ove" Chloe said, her
Prime Beneficiary
h was nothing compared to this.
in her voice. "To keep you here, c
d save him here, give them their perfect life. My life, my status, was just a tool for her. The Program' s Core Protocol, the System, it monito
k Dissonance was already flaring, a white-hot poker in my skull because her "
were flat, unfeeling. "Of course,
voice dripping with some
It always knew. Chloe had never loved me, not trul
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