No Pity For Your Tears

eady tapping at a console. "We can reset the narrative to a previous s

pain in my limbs flaring up.

N

me out shar

t. Log me out.

nd sense of violation washing over me. It was just a game. It was just an advanced AI. B

ve over three thousand hours logged in this simulation. You

ings into this. All to save a fictional woman who, in the end,

ing past him. "Delete my

malist hallway of the Elysium Corp building. I could

e Chloe scenario," h

is getting... unstable. Ever since Miller pushed her to the top of the tech world,

technician sighed. "Peak realism, they call it. The mor

ther "saviors" had gone in, and she had broken them too. My masterpiece o

love with the book's manipulative protagonist, Liam Hayes. He used her, took credit for her genius, and then cast her aside for a more socially acceptable woman

I first read it. I felt her pain, her brillianc

ine. I would be her nameless, faceless guide. Her guardian angel. I would steer her away from the poison of Liam Haye

, created "lucky" opportunities, whispered encouragement through subliminal prompts. I watched her grow from

for 72 hours straight, sleeping on the floor of her office. I was her silent partner, feeding her data, highlighting loopholes in contracts

t for me. It was for the faceless god she thought was helping her. The moment she realized that god was