Xochitl Gomez Deepfake Novels & Stories

"Yes, Elder Remy. What I have to tell you will be both shocking and revelatory." He gestured for me to continue, his expression was expectant and I knew the briefcase I had dropped some minutes earlier alerted him that it must be something serious. I took a deep breath, the words tumbling out of me like a dam breaking. "The Ximena in the palace is fake!" Elder Remy's eyes widened in shock, his face pale. "What?! Elias, are you certain of what you're saying?" I nodded emphatically, enjoying the shock and disbelief that was written all over his face. "Absolutely, Elder Remy. I'm positive. The woman parading around as Ximena is an imposter."

His mask had slipped, revealing the real him. “You’re fake,” I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and relief. “You’re a total fraud.” The man laughed nervously and took a step back. “Don’t be silly, Natalia. You can’t believe everything you see on the internet. That guy in the video… he’s the fake one. He’s an AI deepfake that your husband’s company put together in ten minutes to cover up the scandal. I’m the real Damian Vance.” I glanced at the man’s face and then at his hands.

“How could that not be Mr. Calix? We clearly saw his face, and that evil wicked Veronica too.” “They aren’t the ones in the video and photos. The faces were edited and swapped to make it appear as if it was them. I’m not sure if this woman is Veronica, what I’m sure is that Calix is ​​not in the pictures and video.” “But, it sounds like their voice.” “Like I said, deepfake includes voice changes. Whoever made this could have used a voice changer or hired someone, making it seem as though Calix and Veronica are the people in the video.”

“Excuse me? How dare you speak to me like—” I pulled out my phone, swiped to the video, and shoved it toward her face. The footage played on full volume, her unmistakable laugh, the way she pressed herself against Marcus Hale, one of my longest-serving board members, kissing him like a desperate slut in that hotel lobby. The way his hands roamed over her body near the elevator. Veda stared at the screen. For a second, she froze. Then she tried to recover. “That… that isn’t me,” she said quickly, her voice rising in pitch. “Calder, someone must have edited this. Deepfakes are everywhere these days. You can’t possibly believe—”

It had her exact cadence, her exact breath patterns. "Giordano..." Victoria looked up, her silver eyes wide. "This isn't me. I never said this." "Don't lie to me, Victoria," Giordano hissed, leaning forward. He slammed his hands flat onto the desk, his shadow swallowing her completely. "That is your voice. Those are the network codes you had access to while you were lying in my bed. You took everything I gave you and handed my neck to Interpol." "It's a fabrication!" she fired back, stepping back until her shoulder blades hit the glass window. "Listen to the modulation in the background. It's a deepfake audio file. It’s a setup!"

Ovic Incorporation 9/4/2030 2:00pm Dr Yomi sat in his private office watching the video displaying on the screen.. It was a recording of the president attacking him. Of course, he had enhanced some bits with a few additional extras added via a deep fake algorithm that Dr Yomi had created. It was impossible to add this to the existing surveillance footage from the presidential villa, So Dr Yomi had made Cosmo hack into the villa security network and scrub a 6-minute segment of footage from the existing footage.

“I should never have left Chloe and Grace.” “Why did you?” Delia asked, and I looked back into her curious eyes. I dug into my purse for my phone. I tapped the screen and brought up the video. “I thought Zane was in trouble.” Delia nodded. “They caught me using a deepfake too. I was at the store, working the register, and I got a call I thought was from my mother. When I went outside, they grabbed me.” “How long ago was that?” I asked.

Madame Calliope commented. Odessa nodded, “Oddly enough, I don't like them.” Emily remained silent, then her interest was piqued by Chairman Lowell, who was now talking to a middle-aged man in a suit and thick eyeglasses. She knew a secretary at one glance and she was sure the man Chairman Lowell was talking to was his secretary. “Is Victor Thornton on the list of guests?” Chairman Lowell asked in a hush. The middle-aged man shook his head, “No, Sir. But his father made him his proxy.”

My mother used AI to put on my wedding: a paid-off house, a Mercedes, a hundred thousand dollars betrothal gift for my fiancée. Not one thing missing. "I got you everything the Fosters asked for, and you still won't go through with it. What exactly are you scheming?" I sent her a screenshot of my bank balance. Eight thousand and change. "Mom, an AI can't do any of that. I haven't received a thing." She fired back a screenshot of her conversation with the chatbot. In it, she'd typed: "Buy my oldest son a house outright, get him a Mercedes, and send a hundred thousand dollars for the marriage settlement." The AI had answered: "All set. The home purchase, the vehicle payment, and the hund

“Luna Hannah accused of cheating on Alpha Noah in deepfake audio!” “Luna Hannah… cheating on Alpha Noah? Deepfake tries to twist reality.” “The new heir of Nightcrest does not belong to Alpha Noah, or so deepfake tries to claim.” Noah had been right when he said that we were fine. We were fine. Hardly anyone believed the audio clip, even though it wasn’t actually a deepfake. And as the weeks passed, the voices of those who doubted whether it was one slowly faded.