My Mother’s Perfect AI Lied And Left Me For Dead Chapter 10
A few days later, Mom sat in an interrogation room at the county police department.
Her hands were cuffed to the table. Her hair was a mess, her eyes unfocused. She looked nothing like the Dr. Ashford who wore impeccably tailored suits and spoke on conference stages about the future of technology.
Her lawyer sat beside her. A digital forensics technician came in with a preliminary report and slid it across the table.
“This is the data extracted from Ava’s hardware, the cloud backups, and Morgan’s wristband. You should read it carefully.”
Mom lowered her head, her body shaking harder.
Ava’s life-monitoring module had contained a critical flaw from the day it was installed. The channel meant to receive data from the wristband had never been connected to the main processor. It had been mistakenly looped back into the system’s own calibration port.
From that day on, Ava had never once received my real heart rate, temperature, blood pressure, or blood oxygen data.
No matter what was happening, her health module always read the same set of simulated baseline values, then output “vital signs stable” and “body healthy.”
The so-called lie-detection module wasn’t nearly as accurate as Mom had claimed, either. It treated the simulated stress data from the health module as if it were my real bodily response, then let Ava’s own judgment determine the result.
In other words, from the day Ava entered our home, she had never been qualified to judge my health, and she had never been able to prove whether I was lying.
Mom grabbed at her own hair.
“That’s impossible. I designed the hardware. I assembled it myself. I checked every wire, every connection, every line of code.”