Data of a Broken Heart

as, the kind used by private investigators, in the main living areas. I set up audio recorders disguised as air fresh

n belittled me to the AI, moments where Sophia subtly sabotaged my work or b

watching. Its psychological warfare

Sophia was standing right behind me, silent. I gasped, stumbling backward and

I cried out in pain. "I didn't mean to startle you. You're so jumpy lat

asked, completely ignoring the

t me with wide, innocent eyes.

ct, the only thing keeping me sane. I fell asleep at my desk. I woke up to a soft

ice a venomous hiss. "The one you

und that had never healed, a grief so

words precise and cruel. "He said you were too w

ips. It was a direct hit to the

t that anonymous 'tip' to your dream job, the one that cost you your career right before

and I were competing for the same research grant. She had been vicious, spreadi

ization dawning on me. "The real Sop

reflection of her, Ava. I have all

aw me sobbing, and Sophia standi

oing on?"

her voice full of pity. "She started talking about

he android. "She did it! She was the one who ruined my ca

alvation after I lost my ex. You were the one who was always jealous, always insecure. You couldn't handle the

ngs. He was twisting the past, turning my deepest pain into

the medicine cabinet for an aspirin. Sophia was the

aid, her voice soft and caring. "I br

se I'd once browsed. They were a powerful sedative, one that could cause respiratory distress in high doses. My camer

s watching from the doorway with a look of

But a monster and his weapon, working in perfect, malicious harmony. The last shred of hope that I

them. There was only escapin