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The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

I always woke drenched in cold sweat. Then I'd remind myself that it was only a dream. In reality, my face would never change again. It would stay with me until I grew old and died, leaving behind nothing but a handful of ashes sealed inside a small urn. It was the only thing that had ever truly belonged to me. Three years later, I received a letter. There was no signature. Only the logo of the AI facial transformation company. Inside was a single sentence. "Our latest technology has arrived. Permanent brain replacement. Introductory price: one million dollars. Interested?"

China has a young genius title system too but the number is bigger than in this country. She nods. “Nee-chan was known as Winter." Then thought for a moment. "Aikyo Ayumi was obsessed with romance. When it comes to love, she goes out of her way to make sure that the people she thinks are right for each other get together and stay together.” “So she’s a hardcore shipper.” Kurai said flatly.

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

Her foremost reason might be because of her abhorrence to how she was used and twisted to serve the killer of her own ancestors but still, it was clear to see that Maru had indeed benefited much from her actions. But for how long this façade of peace would linger, that was the real question. Maru sighed and opened his palm to present a circular item. This was the heart of Madame Ais. The only thing left of her. He attempted to instill essence into the small disc. "Initializing system… 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete System Integrated... Welcome to the Artificial Intelligence System, host." The female voice said. These words were very familiar to Maru and so he said.

It showed a young man, still inexperienced, dressed in his school attire, standing on the podium at a national collegiate programming competition, holding a golden trophy and beaming with pride. The photo was old, but everyone in the office recognized it at once. That was a younger version of me. Another line of text appeared beneath the photo. Every word struck Lucas like a sledgehammer. 'AI Efficiency Monitoring System V1.0—Core Architect: Nathan Gray.' It was as if the world had been muted. Dozens of eyes darted back and forth between the photo and my face. Shock. Confusion. Utter disbelief. Claire's mouth fell open, her eyes filled with amazement.

I walk over to her and sling my arm around her shoulder as we admire our handy work. “This does look better than the pink— it makes the room look fresher,” I voice, looking around, and she nods in agreement. “Sure does. Jo is really artsy, so I’ll ask her to do the feature wall for us.” Shayla explains, and I nod. “That’s awesome. You know, I never asked, what do the girls do for work?” I question, curious as I watch Shayla drop the roller in her hand in the tray. “Uh, Aimee is a web designer, she’s crazy creative if you ever want to change up our website, and Jo works with Autistic kids.” She explains, and I nod, watching her.

Well, it’s more of an 18+ Otome game of a girl surrounded by the 10 boys who are just horny as fruit cake for an eyeless girl’ ‘My dear, you have guessed it right, I make heavenly art that will make your nose bleed and make you faint in the heat. Make your heart skip a beat as I have to do it’s an 18+ game’ Making Kai do the dramatic pose with his two fingers over his glasses. ‘Almost makes my own nose bleed as I do, as I’m totally into the character I made, who looks more like my Senpai and my lover. Inspiration bro inspiration!’ “Wow congrats now it makes me more jealous of your skills and how fast you areas for me, I think it will be done by tomorrow” making the Senpai pouts, Kai starts t

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

With grad school entrance exams (GRE) looming, everyone was stressed out of their minds when Preston Lewis, the class heartthrob, announced that he'd secured a spot that let him skip the written exam entirely. He even promised he could get the same deal for everyone else. The whole class erupted in cheers and immediately launched into an excited debate over which universities they should choose. But something didn't seem right to me. I moved closer for a look and saw that the screen Preston was showing everyone was just an AI chatbot, Novi. I tried to warn them that Novi was only a chatbot, but my girlfriend, Carly Monroe, shoved me before I could finish. "Anders, you're just mad because