Novel & Cerita Talent Copycat

“Is that so? Because the design you claimed to have created looks nearly identical to a sample from one of our designers at TIG. Practically a one-to-one match. “I’m not here to argue who copied whom, but I do hope you’ll take a moment to reflect on why you became a designer in the first place. Don’t let yourself be used as a pawn without even realizing it.” Caitlin ended it there, out of respect for Nolan, and didn’t press further.

"You already are." Talia didn’t flinch. "I’ll get to the point, then." She tapped her tablet, spinning it toward Katherine. On screen: mockups. Drafts of campaigns. Her face. Her name. One tagline read: ‘Modern Leadership. Human Connection. Brown Means Business.’ Katherine blinked. “That is… disturbingly catchy.” Talia smiled like a wolf in heels. “You’re resonating. The brunch photos. The sidewalk moment. The CEO romance — it’s gold. You and Mr. Mason are already on people’s radar. We just want to guide the narrative.”

The copy didn’t move. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said. Charlotte’s hand didn’t shake. “I’m the reason you exist.” “No,” it replied. “You’re the reason we were necessary.” The fight was fast, brutal. The pod-copy was trained — perfectly. Every counter was known, every angle mirrored. Julian couldn’t get a shot in. Elias got slammed into a wall. Charlotte bled. The copy moved like her — but faster. More efficient. Less human. And that was its weakness.

He continued, "I just did what you did… except for a few optimizations and tweaks of my own! That's why I asked you if I can borrow your technique! And you said 'yes', remember?" 'He made tweaks in the technique just by looking at it just once…' Artemis' head filled with confusion, and terror, 'Is he for real? People can do that?' "T… This is insane! Creed, you are insane. Is that even possible? How can you copy my technique in just a few minutes, when I have been busting my ass off for two years now?" "I did not copy it…" "copy or borrow whatever… what's the difference?" "It's like heaven and earth. Listen to me. I did not copy your technique… it's impossible to rob someone's lifelong effor

t you have your own creative ideas? Cassie looked at the camera and said directly, "I didn"t copy it." The woman obviously did not believe it, and immediately said, "There are comparison pictures on the Internet now. The two works are very similar to Angelica"s award work. Even the design drawing of First Sight copied it directly. How can you explain these things?" Cassie looked at her triumphant face and raised her eyebrows. "What if I am Angelica?" "Nonsense, Miss Angelica has never shown her face, and she has always been studying abroad. How could she be you?"

You are the bet and I’m the runner. "Do you think by copying me, you can become me? Don’t kid around. Your killing methods are damn lame. So, how can you be as great as I am?" She clenched her teeth, provoking the caller, whoever that might be. [ SHUT UP! I AM BETTER THAN YOU AND I AM MORE… MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU! YOU ARE ONLY A COPYCAT!!] Upon bursting in anger, Ameira heard the phone end, making her lips tremble in madness.

Harley’s P.O.V. Alex gawked at me as I scrolled through my phone. He frowned as I shoved it under his nose, showing him the profile of a fitness influencer. Not the typical airbrushed model, but a bulky weight instructor turned motivator, who had gone viral for embracing realistic body standards. “Follow him!” I said firmly. “And read his last three posts. Then copy this format.” Alex glanced at me sideways. “Copy? You want to plagiarize a fitness celebrity?”

“She might be onto something. What if the video is real… but the Aria in the video is fake?” It clicked. My eyes widened slightly as the pieces began snapping together in my head. “Wait... someone mimicked her.” “Exactly,” Quin said. “Someone copied her behavior,” I continued, voice rising. “Her speech pattern, her expressions, everything.” Tyla leaned forward. “Having her face is one thing. But mimicking her voice and exact body language? That’s… some next-level stuff.” “Unless the person is absolutely insane.” I muttered, adrenaline kicking in. “Insane and obsessed enough to become her.”

"Mr. Shaw, Mr. Moore is very talented. He's exactly the kind of designer our company needs." "Talented?" scoffed Lionel. He turned his gaze toward me. His eyes were full of disdain. "A man who rose to fame by plagiarizing someone else's work has the nerve to talk about talent?" I froze for a moment. "That's nonsense! I never plagiarized anything!" Once I realized what he meant, I immediately stood up to defend myself. Lionel crossed his arms and looked at me leisurely. "Three years ago, you won the national college design competition with your piece 'Galaxy'. Are you really going to say you didn't steal that design from me?"

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,