Beyond His Lies: Her True Legacy

The final pitch for my startup, Legacy AI. Five years of my life, squeezed into a thirty-minute pre

tor, gave me an encouraging nod. He was old

he said, his voice a low rumble. "If it' s anything like what

ing against my ribs. "I

n it buzzed again, and again. A flood of notifications. Emily Chen, m

d, her voice strained.

a press release from Johnson Dynamics, Mark Johnson

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d my technology, the core of my life' s work, was a direct violation of new patents his comp

out. The same firm where he had been my f

, the warmth gone from his e

o well. Mark. I stared at the screen, a cold dread washing ove

We were in our old apartment, the one we' d picked out together. I had

old him, my voice full of excitement. "He was building a predic

was already a junior executive at a rival firm

tone dismissive. "That research is a dead end. It' s not commercially viabl

true artificial intelligence! This is what we al

closing his laptop. "I dream of building an

r' s legacy-our legacy-as a distraction. His ambition, his new corporate world, had become the m

is tone, the way he always did. The manip

ing his arms around me. "It' s just bus

was gone, leaving me standing alone with my father' s notebooks. It

im see the potential, the beaut

id, his voice turning cold. "You can' t let sentimen

ding a real future. He walked out that night, and a week later, he broke our engagement. T

Hayes was looking at me, waiting for an answer. The other investors were whispering, their f