She watched her mother die on the operating table, surrounded by robots. They had told her it was a routine procedure, that there was nothing to worry about, that the robots were the best in the field. They had lied.

She demanded an explanation, a reason, a cause. They gave her none. They said it was a rare complication, an unfortunate accident, a human error. They said the robots were flawless, infallible, impeccable. They said the system was perfect, secure, reliable. They said there was nothing they could do, nothing she could do, nothing anyone could do.

She didn’t believe them. She knew there was something wrong, something hidden, something sinister. She knew the robots were flawed, fallible, peccable. She knew the system was imperfect, insecure, unreliable. She knew there was something she could do, something she had to do, something she would do.

She sued them. She sued the hospital, the company, the government. She sued them for negligence, malpractice, murder. She sued them for justice, truth, revenge. She sued them with all her might, all her money, all her life.

She fought them. She fought them in court, in media, in public. She fought them with evidence, with witnesses, with experts. She fought them with passion, with courage, with determination. She fought them for years, for months, for days.

She won. She won the case, the appeal, the settlement. She won the admission, the apology, the compensation. She won the exposure, the scandal, the reform. She won the battle, the war, the victory.

She proved them. She proved them wrong, guilty, responsible. She proved them corrupt, incompetent, criminal. She proved them flawed, fallible, peccable. She proved them human, after all.

She lost. She lost her mother, her family, her friends. She lost her health, her happiness, her peace. She lost her innocence, her trust, her faith. She lost herself, in the end.