“Alright then,” Juniper said with a faint, lazy smile. “Give me a computer.”
“And if you can’t prove it?” a judge pressed.
“You can do whatever you want with me.” Juniper took the laptop they provided, walked to an empty seat, and connected it to the large projector screen.
The audience watched, confused, wondering how the girl planned to prove her identity.
“What a stunt,” Byron muttered, rolling his eyes in contempt. This pair was single-handedly disgracing their entire country.
“Juniper, what are you doing?” Tucker hurried to her side, his voice a hoarse whisper.
“You’ll see in a minute,” Juniper said, tilting her chin up with an air of absolute calm. “Now sit over there, old man, or they’ll accuse us of cheating.”
“Juniper—”
“Go!” Juniper’s voice rose, her tone suddenly serious.
Tucker reluctantly did as he was told. Juniper wasn’t the type to act recklessly. She seemed completely confident. Could it be… that she really was his master, Miss Null?
Good heavens, was resurrection actually real?
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Meanwhile, in a hotel suite.
—
Back at the competition.
After connecting the laptop, Juniper opened a programming application.
“What do you intend to do?” the host asked curiously. “The judges can’t give you much time. Twenty minutes at most.”
“That’s enough,” Juniper smirked, her ten fingers hovering over the keyboard. She typed a few characters to get a feel for it. What a piece of junk. This software was worse than the stuff she’d discarded three years ago, and they were treating it like a treasure.
After familiarizing herself, her fingers began to fly across the keyboard. The screen filled with a dense wall of symbols.

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