The Algorithm of His Ruin

owd, serving the main course from silver platters. The

for AuraTech' s newest, most profitable venture: lab-grown meat.

ident. He spoke of innovation, of a future free

enter. A chill ran down my spine as a horrifying realization dawned on me. The cellular replication algorithms, t

eren' t just wearing my family' s legacy; they were eating it.

glasses I was holding clattered to the

ew everyone'

grip like iron. "Watch what you' re

rd, my head hitting the floor

icker of something in his expression-annoyance, maybe a hint of recognition-but he quickly looked away

contemptuous smirk on her face. T

ers digging into my arm. "Get back to t

e of David' s top executives, a m

end of the Miller Textile era! Their outdated methods ar

outed, "It' s delicious! Who knew

the destruction of my family, feasting o

was pounding, my body ached, but the physical pain was nothing c

less witness to my own desecration. The system malfunctions I had tr

he detention facility, not to my sterile room, but

s waitin

etal table, the pictu

tonight, Sarah," he said, h

g, just stare

ly' s company was failing. I gave their assets a new purpose. I gave you

ty of his words

tepping stone. You were useful for a time. I tho

d to him, a 'fling' . He dismissed the

softening into something almost condescendin

er, his shadow

me. You' re broken, but you' re stil

ly that I was incapable of fighting back. He saw my pain as a sign of

leave, pausin

operly tonight, check on you," he s

was Chloe. I couldn' t hear he

ne. He hung up and looked back at me, a

t, leaving me alo

ghter as they left the building together, hea

d with a soft, rhythmic glow. They were powered by my code. The enti

about to come