Fake Hero 소설 & 이야기

Since then, the youngest heir to the Vuitton tech fortune released a follow-up video—in clothes this time—apologizing, no doubt attempting to mend ties with the Bass family, whom the Vuittons invest heavily into. Good luck with that. In the video, she—or should I say her lawyer—explains the dangerous prevalence of artificial intelligence and deepfakes, painting Priscella as an innocent victim of some extortionate hacker, who has yet to be unveiled. Let me be the first to say, no one's believing that, Miss Vuitton. Not me, not my readers and especially not tycoons on Silicon Avenue. All of us know the truth... Those pixels were realer than every one of your "orgasms."

“My name is Hazel and I run this blog….” I go still and watch her say it, from the pact, the scheduled post she couldn’t take down, I notice when her voice cracks slightly calling my name, I watch her press her hand against her knees to keep them from shaking, and keep watching anyway with the viewers count increasing. I feel my chest warm up, perhaps it was a relief that she didn’t actually betray me. “The steroid accusation is false…” she speaks plainly, quite easy to tell that she isn’t lying. I shut my eyes for a second.

"Are you insane? Fine, don't apologize, but this—this is overkill..." "Overkill?" My voice cracked, burning with rage. "You lied to me for three years, Jack. Used me like an ATM. Made me a punchline. And THIS is what's too much?" Jack frowned. "What are you even talking about?" "The call," I said, eyes locked on his. "I heard everything you and your buddy said." His face went rigid. "Faking bankruptcy was a blast, huh?" I dumped the rest of the cash from my bag. "Watching me burn myself every night just to save money—you must've felt like a king."

he answered. “How can you prove that you are really Iero and not another fake created by the newborn fairy?” Hierro asked. This stunned Iero. “WHAT?! The newborn fairy that we saw is a fake one?!” he exclaimed in shock. Hierro’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Iero. Iero’s reaction seems genuine. “You can’t fool me with your acting!” Hierro said and frowned. Iero’s attention was caught by Hierro’s words and he recalled that his identity was being doubted. “Then… then, what do I have to do to prove that I am not a fake?” he anxiously asked.

and "calling the police." Before long, the police arrived. The lead officer frowned and asked, "Young man, this money is all fake. Where did you get it?" I stared at him in disbelief, frantically pulling the contract out of my pocket and shoving it toward him. "I didn't know! I earned it! I signed up for a clinical trial!" I shouted in a panic, "This has nothing to do with me!" He scanned the document, his frown deepening with every line. "You've been conned. This company is a front for a criminal syndicate. Did they draw your blood?"

Haley's phone exploded with notifications. She looked down, and her face twisted. "What?" Jack asked. She turned the screen around. Her account had posted the fake image. The caption read: I am afraid of him. Haley's hand began to shake. "I did not post that." The conference room screen flickered. A new video went live across every board monitor. Haley's own face stared back from the screen, smiling the empty smile of a woman without edges. "If anything happens to me," the fake Haley said, "look at Jack Miller."

he says in a discording tone. "Oh wow!!! What's going on?". I moved out of his way rather he adds up and pulled me back. He says, " do you not know?" ( Strange) I frown at his attitude, "yes!! I don't and for the record, don't you dare lie to me, you're not Liam Khan!! Who are you?. ( My words to him). He buffed out a deep breath, rested on the car, and air out to me. "You're right!! I am not Liam khan, my name is Jason hart and I was paid by Allyssa to pretend to be Liam Khan".

Do you know what I hate the most? Fake people. With their fake boobs. With their fake skin. With their fake hair. With their fake teeth. Especially their fake personality. Why can't they just be themselves? Oh right, it's because they're fake. B mean word that means female dog. From the craziest hater, CrazyHater. I shut the laptop close after publishing it. Putting it away, I lay down on my bed. "CHLOE!" Oh, come on! Let.me.rest!

“Well, we were talking, then all of a sudden you were stumbling and collapsed. There was this guy, he said he was a friend of the family. He told me he would take you to the hospital, but obviously that didn’t happen.” “Did you get the ID of the guy?” my mother asked. “No, b-but I did get his number!” He got his phone out and dialed the number, he put it on speaker but the number was disconnected. “What the hell?” “He gave you a fucking fake number!” my mother shouted. “I-I’m sorry,” Tyler said wistfully. “So not only did you not get to see the guys face, you got a fake number so now there’s no way we can find this guy!” my mother growled. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

I asked with a fake laugh. "A while ago, but he ditched me." The red head answered for him. "But I found him." She snaked and arm around his waist. "I'm Jenna by the way." She said. "Lexi." I gave her a fake smile. I wasn't going to be her friend anytime soon if she's interested in Tyler. I hate her even though I barely know her. She slept with him for crying out loud.