The morning my sister and I saw words floating above the breakfast table, the first message named her the heroine of our country's future. Celia believed it. I did not. The strange feed promised her a brilliant exam, a powerful marriage, and a life in the capital, while warning that I was destined to betray her. When the national service examination brought us both to the same sealed room, Celia left her answer sheet blank and I filled mine. That choice set us on opposite paths, but the feed kept appearing with new predictions, and my sister kept treating them as promises. Years later, when a political crisis put the future of our country and our family in the same hands, I had to decide whether the girl who once believed the feed over me could still be my sister.