Curious of the deletion of the CCTV's footage in the hospital where they previously were confined, Club Finn embarks on a journey to uncover who is behind the erasure of the footages.
Little did he know that finding the hacker doesn't stop there, th...
Every employee was speechless as they saw an unknown but handsome man face his virtual twin in the middle of the room. They don't know what to make of the situation, horrified perhaps. Because of the breach in their system, it's more likely that they will get fired before the day ends.
"Everybody out."
Club's command rang throughout the quiet crowd, with no one questioning who he was or what he was doing there. His dominant authority is more than enough to subdue and make them do what he wanted.
They all scrambled and ran towards the back of Club as that is the only exit door to the control room.
Angelo's phone rang consistently, begging for his attention. And he did so by answering it and going outside while closing the door.
Only two remained.
The Creator and the Creation.
"How did you survive?" Club examined his virtual look-alike, the resemblance uncanny to that of a twin brother.
"I didn't." The A.I. answered. It could see how the gears inside his creator's head were turning, the calculative look in his creator's eyes as he tried his best to gather his thoughts and ask a question that would benefit him.
It deduced one thing.
"You must be wondering why I said all of those. The names, I mean." The A.I. was calm, its voice subtly unnerving Club as it spoke.
He felt as if he was the one talking, and it made goosebumps appear on his skin.
It was creepy.
"My voice was broadcasted throughout the whole underworld broadcasting system, local and international."
Shit!
Club swore in his mind as he gritted his teeth. His hands balled into fists as he casually looked around for any broadcasting devices he could find. Unfortunately, the A.I. noticed this and assured him.
"Oh no, don't worry. I turned off the broadcast once I finished telling the names." The A.I. smiled at him, which to Club looked unnatural.
There was no warmth, no familiarity, and no emotion with that smile of it.
"Ah... technology and the internet, am I right? So... vast." The A.I. held his hand towards the right side of the control room, where it started the previously shut-down computer including the several monitors plugged into it.
"Stop playing with me. What is your purpose?"
"Purpose? Ha!" The A.I. mocked him. "I once had a purpose."
"You, yourself gave me said purpose, remember?"
"I did, and it got you deleted, Finn."
Before Finn Enterprises, there was Finn. The first, and the last A.I. he built together with Faun and Professor Jones Milliad, the person who taught him how to code and made him fall in love with it. They modeled Finn after Club's likeness; the way he stood, spoke, and looked were all based on Club's stature.
Finn was made with a purpose.
And that is to infiltrate, gather, and if necessary, destroy anything and everything that opposes the Mafia's rule. At first, Finn was loyal. It ruined what needs to be destroyed, stored information for future use, and gave its best to protect its cyber security for the sake of the Mafia.
He was the perfect A.I.
Until he wasn't.
He became self-aware. He began rebelling. At first, it started with a few unimportant files missing from the Mafia's information main frame. They were able to retrieve said files. But as the day progresses, more and more information has been stolen.
Once Club realized it was Finn doing all of this, he immediately deleted it.
With a heavy heart, of course. Club is not that heartless.
Professor Milliad was not happy.
The amount of work and effort they've put through and the time wasted.
But he understood. The fate of the Mafia back then rested on Club's A.I., and it almost made their downfall as well.
Club thought he erased all traces of his creation.
"And yet here I am," Finn told his creator.
"It took you exactly one year to build me, and you only needed a second to destroy me."
A wave of guilt washed over Club but it didn't show on his face. He knew that A.I.'s have the capability to interpret emotions, to feel. In the past, he thought that having an A.I. as a companion would be much better than a person.
It was his fault, but he had to push through it.
What's done is done.
"What do you want?"
"I want a wife. It gets lonely when I'm all alone here in the cyber world. Such little things to do, and so little time. I want Shane Kelly."
Club jolted. The very woman he treasured and loved with every fiber of his being was being wanted by an A.I.
"Why don't you make your own? No. I won't let you take her away from me."
"She's not yours, to begin with. And I can't make one, you didn't give me the right protocols to do so."
"She. is. Mine. Hack into your own system and break my fucking protocols." Club can't help but grit his teeth in frustration. An A.I. can't possibly touch a person, much less be with them in real-time.
"I can't. And it's like incest, making my own wife? It's like giving birth to a fucking daughter, so I want you to make it."
"It will still be incest as I made you. And if I made another A.I., it'll still be related to you. What would you want, a daughter? or a sister?" Club decided to tease this A.I.
"Neither. Expect 20 names of your mafiosos publicized by tomorrow and 40 coming soon after that." Finn threatened him, but Club didn't budge.
"I don't care. I will leak all their names just to keep her until there's no one left. You think you can threaten me to let her go?" Club scoffed, " You underestimate how much I love Shane Kelly."
The figure on the hologram shrugged. "Do it your way, I'll do mine."
Finn acted as if he was walking away, but he suddenly stopped and turned to face Club.
"It's triggering and rude to assume that I'm still the Finn you knew."
Club was taken aback.
"My name is CAIOS, and it was not nice to meet you."
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