A pale dawn broke over Geneva, painting the Meridian Institute's glass façades in rose and gold. Inside Lab 7B, Ivy Shen paced between workstations strewn with holographic neurons and cryogenic data logs. Lucian Shen stood before her, hands clenched in his pockets, the weight of his penance heavy on his shoulders.
“I'm ready," he said quietly, voice roughened by remorse.
Ivy met his gaze, heart fluttering with resolve. “Three tasks," she reminded him, “as the Emotional Retribution System demands: a genuine public apology, dismantling Shen Corporation's unethical ventures, and a heartfelt confession of love, witnessed by your heart's sensors."
He drew in a slow breath. “Where do I begin?"
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### 1. Public Apology
**Morning, United Nations Press Conference**
The hall buzzed with inte
