My brain mapping it faster than my hands move.
“It’s a bad copy,” I continue. “Structural mimicry without underlying logic.”
She leans forward slightly.
“Explain.”
“They copied the appearance of predictive output,” I say. “But not the reasoning behind it.”
I point to a cluster.
“These don’t connect.”
Another.
“These escalate too quickly.”
Another.
“This one contradicts itself within twelve hours.”
Her expression tightens.
“You’re saying this is fake.”
“I’m saying it’s dangerous.”
I meet her gaze.
“And it’s going to get people killed.”
That lands.
Hard.
She studies me longer this time.
Weighing.
Reassessing.
“You believe someone is trying to replicate your system,” she says.
“I know they are.”
“And why would they do that?”
I hold her eyes.
Because this is the part they don’t want to understand.
“Because fear moves faster than truth,” I say quietly.
“And if they can generate enough of it…”
I let the rest hang.
She finishes it in her head.
