Chloe’s Game: No More Mr. Nice

Chloe's Game: No More Mr. Nice

Gavin

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The air in my workshop crackled with the hum of servers, a frantic race against a deadline for the National Tech Innovator' s Competition. My revolutionary AI was finally ready, my fingers flying across the keyboard, when my older brother Ethan walked in, his smile perfect and camera-ready. He handed me an energy drink, "A little something for good luck," he said, his voice smooth as silk. But as my fingers brushed the can, a glitched red warning flashed on my monitor: "WARNING: Item contains a bio-tech neuro-inhibitor. Target: Chloe." My heart hammered. Before I could process it, my childhood friend, Liam, arrived with a delicate charm bracelet and another warning: "WARNING: Item is a remote data-theft device... Recipient: Sarah." Sarah. My biggest rival. The pieces clicked into place: it was a plan to steal my mind and my work for her. Before I could react, Brenda, the school bully, burst in, demanding money. A cold, sharp idea formed in my mind. I gave Brenda the sabotaged drink and bracelet. Ethan' s perfect smile vanished, replaced by fury, as he hissed, "You' d rather give it to her than accept my help?" Liam, playing the peacemaker, tried to push another bracelet on me, another link in their chain. The fear was gone, replaced by something harder. I looked at their deceptive faces, my brother and my best friend, united against me. "No, thank you, Liam," I said, my voice clear and void of emotion, meeting Ethan' s furious gaze. This wasn' t a surrender. Their game was over. Mine was just beginning.

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The air in my workshop crackled with the hum of servers, a frantic race against a deadline for the National Tech Innovator' s Competition.

My revolutionary AI was finally ready, my fingers flying across the keyboard, when my older brother Ethan walked in, his smile perfect and camera-ready.

He handed me an energy drink, "A little something for good luck," he said, his voice smooth as silk.

But as my fingers brushed the can, a glitched red warning flashed on my monitor: "WARNING: Item contains a bio-tech neuro-inhibitor. Target: Chloe."

My heart hammered. Before I could process it, my childhood friend, Liam, arrived with a delicate charm bracelet and another warning: "WARNING: Item is a remote data-theft device... Recipient: Sarah."

Sarah. My biggest rival. The pieces clicked into place: it was a plan to steal my mind and my work for her.

Before I could react, Brenda, the school bully, burst in, demanding money.

A cold, sharp idea formed in my mind. I gave Brenda the sabotaged drink and bracelet.

Ethan' s perfect smile vanished, replaced by fury, as he hissed, "You' d rather give it to her than accept my help?"

Liam, playing the peacemaker, tried to push another bracelet on me, another link in their chain.

The fear was gone, replaced by something harder. I looked at their deceptive faces, my brother and my best friend, united against me.

"No, thank you, Liam," I said, my voice clear and void of emotion, meeting Ethan' s furious gaze.

This wasn' t a surrender. Their game was over. Mine was just beginning.

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