he school bell rippe
mmunity center floor, choked by smoke and gas
room, the familiar scent of chalk and disinf
ent, but with the primal terror of a ghost,
ized smile, stood at the front, pushing her dad'
eagerly beside her, his handsome face al
the room: the exact siren song th
ing but determined, warning them about the AI'
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Brittany' s father' s media machine discredi
ssage, and they destroyed everything: my
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ifference, an empty smile for Lia
walk into
d be the one hold