The courtroom smelled of polished wood, law books, and the tension of people waiting for a clash that promised to be as psychological as it was legal. Marrin Reeves walked in with measured steps, the click of her heels on the marble echoing in her ears. Her mind, however, was a storm of fragmented memories and precise calculations. Derek had launched a lawsuit against her, accusing her of manipulating phantom accounts, fabricating transactions, and orchestrating financial chaos to his personal gain.
As she took her seat at the plaintiff's table, the edges of her vision shimmered. For a moment, the judge's face blurred, then transformed into an array of cold, numeric sequences—the haunting remnant of her AI residual memory. She gritted her teeth, feeling a cold, mechanical whisper brush th
