Jennifer Aniston Deepfake 소설 & 이야기

“I just got the subpoena for your phone records. They’re building a real criminal case, Caleb. This evidence looks professional. If the DA buys it, you could be arrested in days.” “It’s all fake.” “I know, but proving it won’t be easy. Meet Jennifer tomorrow and get her testimony before they lock you up.” “And if we can’t?” There was a long, heavy pause. “Then you might need to think about what Evan said, about running. Because if these charges stick, you’re looking at prison. The kids go into the system.” He hung up. I stared at the papers in my hands, texts threatening his life, voicemails with my voice saying things I’d never said. Deepfakes, spoofed numbers. The whole thing was terrifyin

The tiny freckles on Jacqueline’s face were absent in these pictures, and those lips weren’t shaped like the ones that had kissed me that night at the party. “This isn’t her,” I said, my tone thin. Juliet stiffened. The phone shook. “But it’s all over the internet. My friends… her classmates…” “Photoshop. Deepfakes. That’s not your daughter, Juliet.” Tears pooled. Her walls shattered. “I yelled. I called her names…” I stepped closer. “You were angry. You didn’t know. But you do now.” She shook her head, her face filled with anger… anger that I could tell was directed at herself.

"You think I drugged her? You think I deliberately..." "I don't know what to think anymore." My voice cracked. "The man I thought I knew wouldn't have left me at our engagement party. He wouldn't be in secret videos handing things to the woman who's been trying to destroy us for years. He wouldn't..." "Stop." His voice turned hard. "Just stop. You're spinning conspiracy theories. You're seeing things that aren't there." "Then explain the video." "It's probably doctored. AI generated. Deep fake. Whatever. Technology can fake anything now."

He took a step forward but seemed unsteady. "She's lying!" His voice, once so powerful, now seemed hoarse and weak. "They're fake evidence! Manipulated with... with artificial intelligence! Yes! Deepfakes! Any expert can confirm it! I'll sue you all for defamation!" He pointed at Eleanor and then at the audience. "And you, whoever you are, will pay dearly for this farce!" Eleanor didn't move. The smile on her face was icy. She had waited years for this. "Richard," she said, and her voice had a sweetness that was frightening. "I think the years have made you stupid, not just arrogant. Still don't get it?" She tilted her head, and the light hit her face in a way that showed who she really was.

"Hire whoever you need. Pay whatever it costs. This is priority one. Nothing else matters." "Yes, sir." I hung up and immediately called David Lin, my top tech expert. David was a genius when it came to digital forensics. If anyone could prove those photos and videos were fake, it was him. "Mr. Ashford," David answered. "I just saw the news. Is Mrs. Ashford okay?" "No," I said bluntly. "She's not. Someone created deepfake photos and videos to frame her for embezzlement and infidelity. I need you to analyze them and prove they're fake."

She whipped her head around to look at me. I chuckled coldly, fed up with her sheer stupidity. She truly deserved whatever happened to her. At that moment, Sarah finally regained her composure and pointed a finger at me. "I can prove this video is fake! Ever since university, Jonathan has been jealous of Lenard. More than once, he's told me he wants to utterly destroy Lenard. I never thought he would be so obsessed that he'd go as far as to create a deepfake." She paused, putting on a heartbroken expression. "In truth, Jonathan and I are the ones in that video. He just edited Lenard's voice in afterward. That's exactly the sort of thing he's an expert at, isn't it?"

That look would have made me blush before, but right now, it made me feel disgusted. ‘You look beautiful,’ his eyes roved all over me. I scoffed. ‘You shouldn’t be in here.’ ‘Ha! And miss dad announcing your sham of an engagement?’ He laughed. ‘I know you both are lying. Xavier’s never committed to anyone. He’s a player. You’ve never read the tabloids, Harper?’ I wanted to yell at him, tell him to go to hell for making my life miserable, but I didn’t. ‘Get out of here, Stan,’ I simply said, my voice surprisingly calm.

"You're going overboard, Gabriella Fox!" Katie growled. "Aren't you done creating deepfake videos of me and spreading them online? You have to use AI to fake a conversation between us both now? "Is this how much you're set on trying to defame me? You hate me so much, don't you? Why don't you just tell me to go jump off a roof now? "But I guess that's fair. Your mom's nothing but a maid, and your dad's just a cab driver. Of course your family wouldn't care about image or reputation. But I'm different! I am a proper lady—"

She yelled out. Harold groaned. “It’s just gossip blogs. It’ll blow over.” “Gossip?” she scoffed. “There’s a video, Harold! You’re in a hotel room, screwing some whore like a cheap politician!” He ran a hand through his hair, he was clearly frustrated. “Serena, keep your voice down!” he shouted. "I'd just say it was deep fake or so…. Everything's Ai this days. Damian really got some guts." “Oh, don’t tell me to calm down!” Serena shouted and threw a decorative candle across the room. “ To calm down on what? I can't let my father know about this. Who did this?"

Gasps echoed through the hall. "The Pension Fund?" a banker in the front row stood up, outraged. "That's the retirement money of half the country!" "He embezzled it!" another voice shouted. Rothschild began to sweat. His face turned ashen. "This... this is fake news! It is a deep fake! A cyber attack!" "It's not a glitch, Baron." Jackson’s deep voice boomed through the hall. He didn't need a microphone; his authority filled the room.