Gemotions

The investor, a sleek man in an expensive suit, smirked. “It’s a shame, really. Your AI assistant is quite impressive. But ‘SynthCorp’ beat you to the punch.” Sarah felt her breath hitch. The air around her suddenly felt thin and brittle.

She returned to her cramped apartment, the walls closing in. The prototype, her baby, sat on the desk. She looked at it, the circuit boards, the wires, the code. Her eyes burned with unshed tears.

A plan, dark and intricate, began to form in her mind. She would dismantle SynthCorp from the inside, a virus of dissent, slowly corrupting their core. She started learning their system, the backdoors, the vulnerabilities.