When Pity Dies: Her Sweet Revenge
nto focus with the harsh
oom, the familiar scent of chalk dust
ntic rhythm. It wasn't the excitement of a tee
he cold floor of our community center, the smell of sm
, I saw the grinning faces of t
here. Alive
y. The day it
her smile a weapon, stood at the front
loped the 'Life Path AI', and he's offering our
s president, nodded eagerly. His
I analyzes your potential and assigns you the p
room. This was the siren's song I rem
t life, I
like a movie play
ta tests. The AI has serious flaws. It oversimplifies potential, it ignores per
hing it, driven by a genu
m went
laug
y. "Just because your family runs a little charity center
ealous," some
ment. "Ava, don't be a downer. Britta
. I tried to warn them, I even hacked into the school' s system t
t to sa
rouble, I wa
in our neighborhood, was publicly discredited by Brittany' s father' s media mac
nected, paid to send a message. They destroyed everything. My parent
d, a raw, open w
ssroom coming back
ow. A seco
l smiling, waitin
heir future?" she asked, her
ass ch
n't stand up. I
hair, my face a mask
icker of surprise in his eyes
him a small,
walk into
d be the one hold
their faces full of hope and greed, ready t
coldness spreadin
rac
atch you
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