Chapter 246: A Glimmer of Hope

Michael and his team gathered their belongings and quietly exited the courthouse. They walked down the courthouse steps and into the brisk San Francisco air, making their way to the waiting SUV.

The drive back to the hotel was silent, each member of the team lost in their thoughts. Michael stared out the window, seemingly distracted. Bridget, Juliet, and Antoinette exchanged worried glances, sensing the strain on Michael.

Upon arriving at the hotel, they moved quickly through the lobby and into the elevator. Once inside the privacy of their conference room, Michael turned to face his team.

"Listen, everyone," he began exhaustedly. "I appreciate everything you've done today. Your support and hard work have been invaluable. But right now, I need some time alone."

Bridget's eyes widened slightly. "Michael, is everything alright?"

Juliet added, "If there's anything you need, we're here."

Antoinette looked concerned. "Are you sure, Michael?"

Michael raised a hand to reassure them. "There's nothing to worry about. I just need some privacy to think and regroup. Please, no one knock on my door or ask me any questions for a while. I promise it's just for a short time."

"Alright, Michael," Bridget said softly. "We'll respect your privacy."

"Take all the time you need," Juliet added, trying to mask her worry.

Antoinette nodded in agreement. "We'll be here if you need anything."

"Mr. Collins, I'll be meeting you in the evening," Michael said, turning to his lawyer. Collins gave a firm nod, understanding the need for space.

Michael headed to his room, closing the door behind him. The silence of the room enveloped him.

He needed some space and time alone as he already had his back against the wall. He knew that sooner or later, he would be forced to reveal his secret to the world. And when that happened, Michael's peaceful life would end. It would be much worse than his business rivals hiring assassins to exterminate him. It would be the world doing everything they could to get him.

Feeling a surge of hope, Michael quickly began programming the AI avatars, specifically the AI that he acquired from completing a mission five years ago, to not only look human but also to interact and respond as humans would. He gave it detailed personalities, specific roles, and knowledge about the projects they supposedly worked on.

Each AI avatar was given a backstory, making them seem more credible.

After several hours of meticulous work, Michael felt confident enough in the AI avatars' abilities. He ran a few simulations to ensure they would convincingly support his claims in court.

With the avatars ready, Michael exited the Virtual World and returned to his hotel room. He glanced at the clock, realizing it was almost time for his meeting with Collins.

Michael met with Collins in the evening, explaining his plan in detail. "Mr. Collins. Do you know why there was no person that could testify. It's because there isn't really a person in the lab. All of the inventions are assisted by AI."

"AI you say? I'm afraid that will do us no good because an AI can't be used as a witness in court," Collins replied, shaking his head. "The court needs human testimony, someone who can be cross-examined and whose credibility can be established."

Michael took a deep breath, prepared for this line of skepticism. "I understand that, Mr. Collins. But I don't need the AI to be the witness. I just need to explain that my inventions are assisted by the AI that I developed. The AI won't be testifying; it will simply be part of the explanation for how the technology was created."

Collins frowned, considering this angle. "And what if they ask how you developed such advanced AI? You know they will press for details."

Michael nodded, already anticipating the question. "That part is irrelevant to the case. We're here because VirtuReal is suing us for infringement. The focus should be on whether or not we infringed on their technology, not the specifics of how our AI was developed. We can argue that the method of development doesn't pertain to the matter at hand."

Collins leaned back, tapping his fingers on the table as he thought it over. "It's a risky approach, but it might work. But is there an AI?"

"Yes."

"Can you show it?"

"Yes."

"Good."