Chapter 4: The Truth in the Code
As Ethan tapped the final command into the console, the entire room flickered. The lights didn't just dim; they projected.
The walls of the gala became screens. Thousands of pages of stolen patents, private emails between Vane and the board, and the medical records of the "accident" that had erased Ethan’s identity poured onto the displays. The room erupted in gasps. The elite, the donors, the press—everyone was watching the forensic history of a corporate heist.
Vane tried to lunge for him, but Elara was there, pinning his arm behind his back with the efficiency of a trained operative. "It’s over, Marcus. The encryption is gone. The patent has reverted to the original developer."
Ethan looked at the screen. He saw the schematic for the grid—the one he had drawn as a child. He realized then that Vane hadn't just stolen the technology; he had kept Ethan alive to serve as a perpetual human password.
"You were never going to let me live, were you?" Ethan asked, looking at Vane.
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Vane sneered, blood dripping from his lip. "I was going to wait until you had a successor. I was going to wipe you again, Ethan. And again. And again."
The room went deathly silent. The confession had been broadcast to every connected device in the building. There was no recovery from this.
