I watched as Victor Lane proudly unveiled his revolutionary AI model to the boardroom. It was the exact code I compiled on my disconnected machine last night. He simply exploited tampered IT firmware to silently siphon my black-box weights to his private server, securing his golden ticket for a massive Arcturus buyout. Instead of demanding justice, I made an irreversible choice. I calmly signed the copyright waiver and took the severance. The direct cost was absolute: I completely abandoned my masterpiece, walking away with the temporary stigma of a thief while Victor played the magnanimous winner. Victor now holds the model, believing his empire is secure. But as the ruthless Arcturus technical due diligence looms, how long can a thief survive when forced to explain underlying logic he cannot comprehend?