Her Daughter's Keeper: From Ghost to God

For ten years, I was a ghost in the machine, my consciousness woven into Aegis, the AI meant to shield the world.

My only luxury was seeing my daughter, Gabrielle, through a holographic avatar.

But the Silicon Valley corporate empire my ex-husband Andrew built had twisted everything, and I found her not in our lavish penthouse, but deep in a suffocating server farm.

She was gaunt, disheveled, a vacant look in her eyes, forced into a "honey pot" operation, her voice a hollow, seductive whisper for corporate secrets.

My very being registered a system-wide error; this could not be real.