My Mother’s Perfect AI Lied And Left Me For Dead Chapter 30
I called Westley.
It was the first time I had contacted him since leaving the coast.
“That post was made public by you,” I said. “A device company is using your words to argue that machines hold no responsibility.”
There was a pause on the other end.
“I saw.”
“What are you going to do?”
“What do you want me to do?”
The question took me straight back to the past.
He had always handed the decision to someone else. Let Claire open the trunk. Let Mom handle me. Let a set of data decide for him.
“I’m not making that choice for you,” I said. “It’s your post.”
Westley understood.
“I’ll go myself.”
On the day of the final vote, he walked into the auditorium leaning on a cane.
Claire did not appear.
After leaving those flowers, she had truly stayed out of my life.
The company’s lawyer spoke first.
He repeatedly emphasized that Ava’s faulty wiring, unauthorized learning, and family environment were all singular factors that could not be replicated.
“What truly caused the tragedy was criminal conduct by the guardians,” he said. “Shifting responsibility onto tools only obscures who should actually be held accountable.”
Westley stepped up to the microphone.