I was sixty-five when Anna's daughter contacted me.Her name was Maya. Twenty years old. Studying psychology. She wanted to interview me for her thesis."I'm researching intergenerational trauma," she said over the phone. "How programming affects not just victims but their children. My mother was programmed. I want to understand how that shaped me.""Did it shape you?""I don't know. That's what I'm trying to figure out. Will you talk to me?"I agreed to meet. She came to the farmhouse. Young. Bright. Unburdened by the weight her mother and I carried."Tell me about Marcus Chen," she said, recording our conversation. "My mother talks about him sometimes. About what he did. But I want to understand from you. You knew him directly.""Marcus was my uncle. He programmed me from age eight to seventeen. Created systematic trauma. Built weapon programming. Then I escaped. Spent decades managing what he created.""Do you hate him?""I did. For years. Now I just see him as broken person who br
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