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On the eve of the National Robotics Championship, I smashed my carefully designed bot to pieces and announced my withdrawal.
Everyone said I was a fraud who was quitting out of fear of being exposed. Online, the netizens mocked me relentlessly.
Only one person, Adrian Cross, the so-called genius of the century, spoke up in my defense, his voice dripping with false sincerity, “I believe in River Lowell’s skills. Only he deserves to be my opponent. No matter what setbacks he’s facing, I hope he comes back to the arena and proves himself.”
In my previous life, the robot I built was identical to his. No matter how I tried to prove he had copied me, Adrian stood before the cameras, wearing his benevolent mask, and said, “It’s fine. This robot can go to River. I can always build something even better.”
His fans swarmed me, tearing me apart online, and no one believed in my talent.
I swallowed the humiliation and vowed to rebuild my robot from scratch. However, when I was assembling it, the Power Core in my kit exploded, shattering my skull. That same night, I was rushed into the ICU.
Netizens clapped and cheered, saying I got exactly what I deserved.
That night, my girlfriend, Lila Hart, signed the hospital’s DNR consent form without hesitation.
Until the day I died, I never understood how Adrian had gotten my robot’s data or why Lila had joined forces with him.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day of the competition.
Chapter 1
“River, your dynamic anthropomorphic design is pure genius. We’re taking first place at the robotics championship for sure this time!”
Zane Ward’s excited voice dragged me out of my thoughts. I stared at the towering, human-height robot in front of me and shivered.
“I’m submitting the data now. Then, all we have to do is wait for tomorrow’s live showcase!” Zane grinned as he worked the keyboard.
“Wait!” My shout stopped him mid-click. “I’ve got a better idea.”
Hands trembling, I opened my laptop and pulled up the latest post from Adrian Cross. His robot specs and demo video stared back at me. It was identical to mine.
I knew it.
“What the hell? This afternoon, I checked Adrian’s robot. It was nothing like ours!”
“That snake! Where the hell did he copy this from?” Zane leaned over my shoulder, eyes wide in shock.
My jaw clenched hard. In my previous life, I’d also looked at Adrian’s robot earlier in the day and seen nothing suspicious, so I hadn’t paid it any attention. It wasn’t until the last thirty minutes before the submission deadline that I discovered his robot was a carbon copy of mine.
I had scrambled to report it to the organizers and even posted the entire assembly process online. However, the organizers didn’t believe me, and Adrian’s rabid fans tore into me.
“River, the copycat! Always stealing from our genius, and now you’re trying to frame him? Shameless!”
“Adrian posted his data first. How dare you fake evidence to make it yours?”
They humiliated me, and I swallowed it all, channeling my fury into an overnight rebuild of my robot, determined to prove myself at the competition.
However, when I rolled out my new design the next day, Adrian’s robot was once again identical.
I became a public joke. They jeered at me in the arena, and even threw water bottles at my feet.
Still, I refused to back down. I powered up my bot, ready to showcase my dynamic anthropomorphic design…
And it exploded.
The blast tore through me, leaving me critically injured, and I was rushed to the ICU.
With me out of the picture, Adrian sailed to victory with two million in prize money, a personal mentorship under a legendary scientist, and a golden future laid out before him.
Meanwhile, I lay in a hospital bed, clinging to life.
Then came the final blow: the competition staff announced that my robot contained large amounts of flammable and explosive materials, implying I had planned to sabotage the event and had blown myself up in the process.
I knew every wire and bolt of that machine. I hadn’t put anything like that inside.
The statement destroyed me. As I was expelled from school and vilified online, my parents were doxxed. Strangers sent funeral wreaths to their home, splashed paint on their door, and screamed that they deserved to die for raising a monster like me.
Chapter 2
The night I was taken to the hospital, my girlfriend, Lila Hart, signed the Do Not Resuscitate form without hesitation. To the world, she announced that I had died beyond saving.
The internet cheered.
When the news reached my parents, their hair turned white overnight. Crushed by grief, they both took their own lives.
After death, my soul hovered helplessly, forced to watch them go. Rage burned so hot that I refused to move on or cross into whatever came next.
And then, in a blink, I was back.
It was the day before the National Robotics Championship.
This time, I would find the truth. I would clear my name, and Adrian would pay the price.
“River, we still have time to rework the build!” Zane Ward said, his jaw clenched tightly. “This competition isn’t just about the two-million-dollar prize. We win, and the champion gets taken in as a protege by a scientific giant. We can’t give up.”
“I’ll handle the rebuild myself. You keep pushing the organizers,” I said, taking a long, steadying breath. This time, I wasn’t trusting anyone, not even Zane, my closest friend.
In my last life, Lila had been with me through the rebuild, hovering like the perfect, supportive girlfriend. However, I’d seen what happened after my death—her clinging to Adrian’s arm like they’d always belonged together.
I didn’t need to guess. She was the one who leaked my robot’s data to him.
However, Lila didn’t understand programming or mechanics. Even if she’d handed him my files, she could never have accessed the most critical part, the core operating program.
As for Adrian, he and I had been rivals since freshman year, always at each other’s throats. People called me his shadow, accusing me of copying him when, in reality, he somehow managed to release my ideas before I could.
We didn’t even walk down the same campus paths. There was no way he’d seen my robot in person.
So, how the hell had his core program matched mine exactly?
Even with this second chance, I still didn’t have the answer.
Thinking of Lila made my chest ache. We’d grown up together, childhood sweethearts who were already talking about marriage, yet, at the most critical moment of my life, she’d shoved me into the abyss.
I caught myself drifting into that dark spiral and slapped my own cheek hard. Focus. Right now, the only thing that mattered was upgrading the bot.
I worked fast, tearing down panels, rewriting code.
When I’d first designed this machine, I’d envisioned a far more advanced version, but it was unstable. I’d gone with a safer program to keep performance consistent.
I’d always had an uncanny instinct for both mechanics and programming. I’d been confident the conservative version could win the championship.
Now, there was no holding back. I had to go all in.
An hour later, I stood over the upgraded robot and finally exhaled.
This rebuild was mine alone, with no witnesses or leaks. Unless Adrian Cross was some kind of god, there was no way he could know my new specs.
I wiped the sweat from my brow and turned toward the laptop to submit my updated data to the organizers.
Suddenly, Zane burst through the door.
“Bro, Adrian just updated his robot’s data. You need to see this.”
A cold weight dropped into my stomach. I snatched the laptop and hit play on his latest demo.
“No. No way.”
On-screen, Adrian’s robot moved with the exact precision, the exact fluidity, of my freshly upgraded build.
I stared at the comments flooding his page, fans falling over themselves to praise him, my face draining of color.
Then, I saw his latest post on social media: “I thought my first-generation design could already win. But in a competition like this, there’s always someone better, so I decided to upgrade. It’s not perfectly stable, but if I can get guidance from one of the greats during the event, it’ll all be worth it.”
Sweat rolled down my temples. The heart of this upgrade, the program that made its movements come alive, was something I’d written from the depths of my obsession, day and night. It was a creation I’d guarded like a gift from the heavens.
No one else should have even known it existed.
Chapter 3
Could Adrian Cross have hired a top-tier hacker to monitor my every move online?
The thought lodged itself in my mind like a splinter.
“River, what do we do now? The internet’s full of people trashing you,” Zane Ward said, panic edging his voice.
I stared down at my phone, reading the flood of comments from Adrian’s rabid fans.
“Tsk tsk, the copycat can’t steal anymore, huh?”
“You’ve been leeching off our genius for years, but he’ll always be ahead of you. You’re just a rat in the dark who can never keep up.”
Their arrogance burned into me. I drew in a deep breath. “It’s fine. I have another robot. I’ll use that one to compete.”
I was ready to shut myself away again when my phone lit up. Lila was calling. I’d told her clearly not to contact me before the championship. My eyes stayed cold on the screen. I blocked her number without hesitation and turned to Zane.
“He’s not going to guess this one. There’s no way Adrian will think of an animal-model bot.”
With a do-or-die resolve, I headed back into the lab.
The first thing I did was to cut the network connection entirely. No hacker would be able to watch me this time.
I carefully wheeled out a different project: an animal-model robot with capabilities far beyond the humanoid one. This one was designed to navigate the most complex terrain imaginable. As a half-finished prototype, it was something I had never mentioned to anyone.
Three hours later, the assembly was done, and the code was fully tested.
I stood in silence before the arachnid-shaped machine, a storm of emotions running through me.
Five years of work. Its most unique feature? The ability to shift into eighteen different forms to adapt to any environment.
There was no way Adrian could know about this.
Exhaling slowly, I began uploading the data, only for my laptop to freeze mid-process. The spinning circle on the screen sent a chill down my spine.
When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data.
My gut dropped.
His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine.
“Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year,” his post read. “I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…”
I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash.
“How? Why?!” My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.
Zane burst in at the sound. One look at the spider bot, and realization dawned on him.
“Could the organizers be helping him cheat? Feeding him your data?” he asked, because it made no sense otherwise.
I stood frozen, shadows pooling around me.
There were only two hours left before the submission deadline. I couldn’t build another bot in that time.
“I’m calling the organizers.”
Jaw tight, I pulled out my phone, only to see that Lila had called me over a hundred times. After realizing she’d been blocked, she’d used someone else’s phone to send me two texts.
“River, I love you. My love for you is like your shadow.”
“When you’re here, I’m here. When you’re gone, I vanish.”
Something flickered in my mind; it was a connection I couldn’t quite catch.
I shook my head, pushing it aside, and dialed the organizers. I laid out my accusations in detail.
Chapter 4
The organizer’s voice was cold and bureaucratic on the other end of the line.
“River Lowell, this year’s National Robotics Championship is led by the National Institute of Robotics and founded by two academicians themselves,” he said.
“This competition involves universities from across the country. There is absolutely no way we would open the back door for one student, especially…” His tone sharpened into a smirk. “Especially since your school isn’t exactly prestigious. You wouldn’t have the pull to bribe an academician even if you wanted to.”
Then, the jab landed. “If your skills aren’t up to par, spend your time learning instead of throwing dirt on others.”
Just like that, he hung up. No matter how I tried, they wouldn’t listen.
“River! It’s getting worse online,” Zane said, his face pale as he handed me his phone.
The screen was filled with bile from Adrian’s fan base.
“Shameless! Openly stealing someone else’s design? Get out of the competition!”
“Someone on Adrian’s team must’ve been bribed. How else could this copycat rip the latest design so fast?”
Adrian, ever the saint in public, had posted: “Genius ideas often collide. Maybe River’s concept just happened to match mine. It’s fine. He can have this design. I’ll compete with another robot.”
Beneath his post, a flood of praise followed.
“Adrian is a class act! So magnanimous, even to a thief.”
“Haha, as if he could even use stolen goods properly.”
“Disgusting. Someone should call the cops before this parasite gets more ambitious.”
I stared at the screen, my blood running cold.
Why?
Was I supposed to give up? Or repeat the exact same doomed path as last time?
No.
I refused to. There had to be something I wasn’t seeing.
Even in my rage, my mind sharpened. My memories of Adrian replayed in fast flashes, moments from years of rivalry.
Before him, people had called me a prodigy. However, from the moment we met in college, my brilliance had been dimmed by his shadow. Adrian was always one step ahead, always releasing my ideas before I could.
Then, a spark hit.
“Zane, do you believe two people can have identical brainwaves?” I asked.
He blinked. “Identical? Not even identical twins can do that.”
“If I gave you a robot you knew inside and out, what’s the fastest you could build another from scratch?”
Zane took his time answering. “River, I’m not at your level, but I’m no slouch either. With every part ready, assembly and tuning would still take me at least half a day. Robots have too many delicate, precise components. This isn’t copy-paste. You can’t just whip one up instantly.”
My grin spread slowly, then broke into open, almost manic laughter. “You’re right. Building from scratch takes hours. So, how the hell do two robots appear less than a minute apart?”
“It’s not possible. It’s not science.”
My gaze locked on the two machines in front of me, eyes gleaming, the thrill of revelation running through me like lightning.
I wheeled the spider bot beneath the gravity hammer. My finger hovered over the button, my voice a low whisper.
“I’ve found your flaw.”
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