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During that time, Anthony deeply trusted Julie and often relied on her for updates about Lena. Julie took advantage of his trust. While Anthony was in a meeting, she brought a man into his office. She then had the man wear Anthony’s clothes and filmed them having sex right there in the office. Afterward, Julie used AI deepfake technology to swap the man’s face with Anthony’s, and sent the video to Lena. The man had a similar build to Anthony, and the final edited video looked very convincing. Lena, who was already angry with Anthony at the time, didn’t doubt the authenticity of it. This planted the seed of a serious misunderstanding between them.

another user pointed out. A fan account chimed in, "Sienna is a mother of two, a successful businesswoman. She's not a street fighter. This is obviously a smear campaign. #StandWithSienna." And finally, a tech-savvy user commented, "The angles and lighting in these videos look manipulated. DeepFakes are getting more advanced each day. Don't believe everything you see. #DeepFakeAlert." Despite the voices of dissent, the damage was done. The internet had latched onto the scandal, and Sienna's carefully crafted image was now tarnished in the eyes of many.

She holds up the letter in her hand. “A letter? Why didn’t you mind-link?” Ah, yes. Let’s see you get out of this one, fake Gianna. “Rogue!” Jenna yells before fake Gianna can say anything. Jenna’s eyes are suddenly white over; wind flows through her white hair and around her ankles. “Jenna, what are you talking about?” Orrin yells over the sound of the wind. Fake Gianna’s eyes are wide in shock. She tries to move, but she’s stuck to the spot in which she’s standing.

The short humorless kind that meant he found something more offensive than funny. I wasn't smiling. He noticed that and stopped. "You're serious," he said. "I'm always serious before eight in the morning." "Xena." He pulled his other earphone out fully and tucked them into his pocket. "You kidnapped my fiancée. There's video evidence. The entire city—" "The video was fabricated." "The video—" "Was fabricated Adrian." I said it slowly like the pace would help. "Deepfake. AI generated. Your team commissioned it from a production company and I have the metadata to prove it."

Thea turned around and wanted to leave. Hellen immediately ranted, “Thea, don’t be ungrateful. Do you know who I am? I’m the best manager in Sol. I have unimaginable influence. Believe it or not, a video of you and Kian in bed will spread all over the country tomorrow morning.” Hellen began to threaten. Thea turned around with a frown and asked, “What do you want?” Hellen continued to threaten, “Don’t you know there is a technology called deepfake? I can easily use a video of Kian making out with someone else and use technology to put your face in it. Can you imagine what big news that would be?”

RONALD The flashes were blinding. A hundred tiny lights exploding in my face as I stood behind the mic, my tie knotted too tightly around my neck. I didn’t flinch though, I kept my posture straight, my face calm and tone measured. The statement had already been written and memorized. “The viral video circulating online involving myself and my fiancée’s brother is a deep fake, an AI-generated fabrication with malicious intent. I am currently engaged to my fiancée, Kyla Johnson, and our wedding plans are proceeding as scheduled.”

I could see the effect of the Arousal Aroma growing stronger, her breaths coming faster, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. She patted the sofa next to her, inviting me to sit. "Come, join me," she said, her voice sultry and inviting. As I walked towards the sofa, I discreetly activated the AI lens integrated into my mask. The lens scanned Jenna's face, and within seconds, a transparent overlay appeared in my field of vision, displaying her real name and other details.

He wouldn't risk our fingers touching, not with the stakes this high. ​"You have to do it, Jane," he commanded, his rough voice sending a shiver straight down my spine. "Take the back service stairs from your wing. Find the primary blue terminal rack and plug this in. It will inject a corrupted data packet into the video file, altering the digital signature so the system misreads it as an AI deepfake. It will give Leo the exact proof he thinks he’s looking for." ​I stepped forward, snatching the cold metal drive off the desk. "What about Victoria? If she catches me—"

A deepfake video appeared across Santiago’s feeds—Sophia herself, standing in a dim warehouse, apparently admitting that EmberRoots was “a test run for foreign influence.” The lighting, voice cadence, and even subtle gestures were near-perfect. Raven played it twice, then shut the laptop with more force than necessary. “This isn’t amateur work. They’ve been studying you.” Valeria’s jaw tightened. “Some will believe it. Enough to fracture the gathering.” Sophia looked out the window, watching a bus pass with a mural of a Mapuche elder on its side. “Then we won’t chase the lie. We’ll replace it with something bigger than me.”

I spat venomously, eliciting a sarcastic laugh from him. He walked over to my side and stood there, towering above me. “With the resources I have, I can make it seem like you have been sleeping with him for a while now. You saw the neat trick I pulled with the texts and video. I can use deepfake to make rather nasty pictures of the two of you in compromising positions. And nobody would have a problem believing me, I am after all the backstabbed ex-husband,” he voiced in a quivering tone.