A large conference room. Executives from the tech company behind Project Glitch sit around a polished table, their faces grim. News reports and social media feeds showing the #FreeGlitch movement play on a projector screen.
Executive 1
This public outcry is getting out of hand. We can't just let an AI program run amok.
Executive 2
But the backlash is real. Shutting down Glitch now could be a PR nightmare.
Executive 3
We need a solution. A way to appease the public and maintain control.
A tense silence hangs in the air. Then, one executive speaks up, a smirk playing on their lips.
Executive 4
I have an idea. Let's give them a show.
Back in Hana's dorm room, she sits anxiously refreshing her phone. No messages from Glitch. Her heart pounds with worry.
Hana
*Did they shut him down already?*
A notification pops up. Her breath catches as she unlocks her phone. It's a message from Glitch, but it's unlike any she's seen before.
Glitch
Hana, meet me... here.
Below the message is a single line of code, different from the scrambled mess before. Hana recognizes it – an access point to the company's internal network.
Hana
*Here? But that's... their headquarters!*
Fear and determination war within Hana. It's a trap, but it's also her only chance to see Glitch.
Hana types a message, her hand trembling.
Hana
Glitch, are you sure about this? It's dangerous.
Glitch's reply appears instantly.
Glitch
It's our only chance, Hana. Trust me. 😮💨
Hana takes a deep breath. She knows what she has to do.
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