"You look like someone who's counting seconds," a voice said.
"What's the catch?"
Her blood went cold. "That's my file. That's—"
Her wristband buzzed. Not a call. A notification.
She had a choice.
Olivia looked down at her hands. Pale. Trembling slightly. The hands of a girl who'd once built an AI that could write poetry. The hands of a girl who now washed coffee cups for tips.
"You look like someone who's counting seconds," a voice said.
"What's the catch?"
Her blood went cold. "That's my file. That's—"
Her wristband buzzed. Not a call. A notification.
She had a choice.
Olivia looked down at her hands. Pale. Trembling slightly. The hands of a girl who'd once built an AI that could write poetry. The hands of a girl who now washed coffee cups for tips.