Chapter 5 - The Glass House
The police didn't arrest me. They left my gate after spending twenty minutes in a tense, hushed conversation with their sergeant, who had spent the last two minutes of that time staring at the holographic reconstruction I’d fed to his device. They walked back to their patrol cars without a word, leaving the Vanes’ legal threat in ruins.
However, the war had entered a new phase. My mother didn’t know when to fold. She had spent a lifetime believing that money bought truth, and she was currently liquidating every luxury asset she owned to pay for an army of high-priced crisis PR consultants and litigation sharks.
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I decided to speed up the process. I didn't just want them to lose; I wanted them to see the architecture of their own destruction.
I used my access to the city’s municipal infrastructure to "glitch" their life. Their smart-home systems at the Vane estate began to malfunction. The thermostats spiked to 100 degrees, the security cameras looped footage of their past failures, and their smart-fridges started ordering 500 pounds of raw fish every hour, bankrupting their credit cards in a recursive loop of automated procurement. They were living in a house that had turned into a digital prison, and they didn't even know I was the jailer.
