AI WHISPERS
"His body is in a hospital in DC. Brain dead. Flatlined. Because they wiped his mind from the server."
The press erupts. Flashbulbs explode like a strobe light. Shouting. Screaming.
"DID YOU KILL HIM?"
"IS DIGITAL MURDER REAL?"
"ARE YOU ASSASSINS?"
I stare at the screen. The footage looks real. It is real footage, but the context is twisted.
"They're murderers," Evelyn says, leaning back in her chair, exhausted but triumphant. "Arrest them."
Security guards—not the hotel staff, but men in suits—move toward the stage.