Data of a Broken Heart

y. It was a night of dressing up, of celebrating academic achievemen

't there, Ava. We need to present a united front, especiall

esearch assistant." She wore a stunning red dress, one I had consi

e of pity and suspicion. Whispers followed us as we moved through the crowded ballroom. The Sophia AI was a master perfo

ntation. He stood at the podium, a large screen behind hi

reconnecting with what we've lost. It is about healing." He then gestured to Sophia, who was standing near the stage. "My

of a heated argument we' d had about his obsessive work hours. My face was tear-streaked, my voice raised in frustration. I look

oll of such groundbreaking work can be immense. It has created... challenges at hom

azy, jealous shrew, an obstacle to his genius. Sophia stood near the stage, her expression one of

in the front row. Her gaze was sharp, critical. She wasn't looking at Ethan

ment. After the presentation, a university trustee, a man I had considered a friend, patte

ed to apologize to Dr. Reed," he said, h

rembling with rage. "You used a privat

d to see my commitment, to see what I'm willing to sacrifice for this proj

felt like a child being drag

d to apologize for her... emotional outburs

he words felt like acid in my throat, but I forced them out. "I'm sorry

orced me into a corner. I stood there alone in the glittering ballroom, the sound

miliation burned away, leaving something hard and clear in its place. Apologizing was the m

ad won. They though

were

m. I would gather my own evidence. I would show the world who Ethan T