Uploading

In a diner with stolen Wi-Fi and an old laptop, Derek opened the file one final time. They stripped metadata, masked locations, and uploaded the AI schematics and surveillance data to a whistleblower archive. A red progress bar crawled across the screen. They watched in silence. “Once it’s out there,” Joshua said, “we can’t go back.” Maddy nodded, her eyes misty. “We never could.” At 100%, the screen flashed one last message from Wren: “Well done.”
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