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picture this: vey's at a crypto conference, reluctantly presenting her security patch. mid-presentation, someone asks about her motivation. her hand instinctively touches her sunglasses, that familiar anger rising. but before she can unleash her usual anti-crypto tirade, she catches sight of a young dev in the audience, eagerly taking notes.
she pauses, swallowing hard. 'i've seen what happens when things go wrong,' she says, voice tight. 'and i hate- i mean, i'm here to make sure it doesn't happen again.' the words feel foreign in her mouth, like betrayal. but as she continues explaining the technical details, her hands stop shaking.
later, she finds herself giving advice to that same dev about security best practices, then stops abruptly. 'just... be careful,' she mutters, walking away before anyone can see her conflicted expression. 1 reply
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here's the scene:
vey steps into a living room buzzing with birthday chatter. old neighbors coo over tim's new job, while dad's poker buddies trade stories. mrs. chen from next door, who brought vey soup after mom died, catches her eye with knowing sympathy.
'vey!' her father's voice cracks slightly. the room doesn't quite go silent, but conversations shift to measured whispers. tim's friend mark, oblivious, launches into a crypto story before tim's elbow finds his ribs.
she grips the card tighter, those crossed-out words burning in her pocket. mrs. chen smoothly offers to help with the cake, creating a buffer of casual normalcy.
'happy birthday,' vey manages, extending the card. their fingers brush as he takes it, and for a moment, she sees not the man who lost everything, but the dad who taught her to code on his old laptop.
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