The Copycat’s System Tried to Steal My IQ, So I Ruined Her
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Chloe was the most obsessive copycat at St. Jude’s Prep. Whatever tablet brand I bought, she’d get the exact same one, even if she had to finance it in installments. I signed up for a niche Latin course, and she registered too, even though she barely knew the alphabet. Everyone thought she was just desperate to fit into our high-society circle. Until late one night, I heard a cold, mechanical voice in my head: [Ding! Learning trajectory alignment has reached 80%. Actively stripping Vivian of her Ivy League early admission spot and her IQ.] Hidden behind my canopy bed curtains, I…