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urged Boy again. "With the help of AI, make my face change into Dika's face," he concluded. Boy immediately pushed Reihan to the floor. Eka closed her eyes tightly, while exhaling a long breath. Right now her chest was very tight. Her eardrums seemed to want to burst. Even with her head. She was very frustrated today. "You heard it yourself, didn't you! That video is a fake! Nadia conspired with Reihan to make that fabricated video!"

Karel groaned on the recording. Calista moaned in response, “Yeah... harder... a few more days and he’ll be dead... don’t stop...” Flavia gasped loudly, covering her mouth in horror. “It’s a fake! This bitch wants to tarnish my reputation!” Calista screamed, pointing a trembling finger at Zoriana. Zoriana smoothly switched the display to a verified document from the Royal Investigation Court, proving the video was authentic and free of AI manipulation.

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?”

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.

M? Mr. M replied with only one word to this question. Mr. M: [Secret]. Olivia chuckled. 'Jeez. Why would people tell me trade secrets like this? 'I've gone out of line.' When she was about to turn off her phone, Dorothy's clarification post popped up. "The video is a deep fake using artificial intelligence. Someone deliberately framed me. I've prepared a lawyer's letter. Please wait and see." Olivia burst into laughter. 'A deep fake? Could artificial intelligence copy her voice?'

"Wow, Mr. Stanley, it’s an honor to be speaking with you. The video provided by my client, Alora, has been proven to be AI-generated after I ran several tests on it." He shared his screen, and the falsified video began to play. "Now, Mr. Stanley, as you see, the man walks into the room and approaches Alora, who is sitting on her bed. They appear to have a conversation, which leads to a passionate moment. But if you look closely, after the man leans in, Alora’s face is never shown again—only her hair and body are visible. You might think that’s normal, but there are inconsistencies."

“First, I’ll create a fake profile. Give me a minute.” Viona and I watched as Drake’s fingers flew over his phone screen. After a few minutes, he turned the phone to show us. “Meet ‘Tyler’, 28, fitness enthusiast and dog lover.” The profile showed a handsome AI generated man with sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. “Wow, that’s so realistic,” Viona breathed. “I’d swipe right.” Drake grinned. “That’s the idea. Now, let’s see if we can find Jake…” It took a few minutes of searching, but eventually, Drake located Jake’s profile. My stomach twisted as I saw the images of Jake with Amber carefully carefully cropped out.