t hallway, rewriting my entir

knew existed. The grief that had hollowed me out was now filled with a cold, sharp fury.

rters, the secure space I had designed, which now felt like a cage built by my own hands.

grieving partners, the determined leaders. Jake brought me my morning nutrient pa

asked, his voice soft. "You nee

saw only a stranger. A monster wearing a familiar face. The urge to scream the truth at him, to e

id, my voice fla

on. His performance was flawl

igured by Noah with advanced neural feedback systems. He claimed they w

, the vibrant energy that had always defined her replaced by a quiet, brittle stillness. My heart ached

. I didn't know how to begin, how to tell her that the founda

saw a flicker of the old Chloe. The brilliant

ng," she said. It

ard, Olivia Reed's name, the calculated nature of our tragedies. I told

nched into fists. "All of it. My baby... what t

. Instead, a profound and terrible calm settled over her features. The

" she wh

her, confu

Noah was so focused. Not on my pain, but on the outcome. He kept talking about how we had 'flushed them out,' how we had 'cons

y love had blinded me to. She had felt th

derstanding. We were two sides of the same coin, both exploi

e poison. We were trapped. They controlled the Core, the netw

l table and took my hand. Her

h. "We play their game. We smile, we obey, and we

e receded, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. She was right. Rage was a luxu

ance, a shared purpose in every forced smile we gave Jake and Noah. We mourned our losses in the quie

ulsion crawl up my spine, but I buried it, compartmentalizing my emotions with the same p

for a better world was gone, replaced by a single, burning desire:

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