Mukhtar ran after the delivery guy while everyone around looked surprised. They kept running for a long distance, but age has its limits — Mukhtar couldn't catch up, and the delivery guy disappeared. Mukhtar got angry because he couldn't catch him.
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At Sharif's house, Mukhtar's friend who is great with computers
Mukhtar: Here is my laptop. Tell me if it was hacked.
(After a few minutes)
Sharif: It doesn't look like there was any hacking. But what you're saying is strange. ChatGPT can't steal anything from you, unless maybe your conversations were being watched. Because ChatGPT doesn't save chats.
Mukhtar: Then how was my novel stolen? I swear to you, the exact words I wrote in the program are what I found in that novel.
Sharif: I really don't know. But maybe someone was spying on the chats, or maybe, without knowing, you used an unsafe version of AI. But for now, why don't you focus on the delivery guy?
Mukhtar: He ran away from me.
Sharif: I'm sure his company has a website or something where they put employees' CVs. I'll hack it and get you his address.
Mukhtar: Thank you.
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"I must not repeat my stupidity from last time so he doesn't escape again."
Mukhtar waited near the delivery guy's house until he arrived and entered. Mukhtar rang the doorbell and tried to stay away from the peephole so he wouldn't be seen. The delivery guy opened the door immediately, and Mukhtar had a sleeping spray gun in his hand — he sprayed it on the delivery guy's face.
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The delivery guy woke up in his apartment, tied up, and saw Mukhtar in front of him.
Delivery Guy: I know, I know — you came because of the novel.
Mukhtar: Good, boy. So, what happened?
Delivery Guy: The truth is, some foreign people came and gave me this novel. They asked me to leave it in front of someone's house.
Mukhtar: How did you know me?
Delivery Guy: They showed me your picture and told me not to talk to you.
Mukhtar: Who stole the novel?
Delivery Guy: I don't know. They were just people who gave me the novel, that's all.
Mukhtar: Do you think artificial intelligence is behind it?
Delivery Guy: I don't know.
Mukhtar lost hope in the delivery guy and decided to leave.
Mukhtar: I'm sorry, kid. But I can't be sure you won't turn against me or tell them I came here. So I need a guarantee.
Delivery Guy: Believe me, I won't tell anyone.
Mukhtar frowned and said:
Mukhtar: Listen, I'll let you go because I want to stay peaceful for a bit longer. What I've done in the past is enough.
And as he walked out of his house, he said:
Mukhtar: Even if he betrays me… I deserve it.
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Mukhtar started to believe more and more that people from outside the country were behind this, using artificial intelligence to help them. He began to think seriously about exposing the matter.
When he got home, he posted something on social media saying he was stolen from by ChatGPT.
Mukhtar: I'm definitely ready for the mockery.
And yes — ten thousand laughing emojis and heavy sarcasm in the comments. But one comment triggered him. A guy named Khaled said:
"A man who abandoned his son is definitely crazy."
Mukhtar slammed his fist on the desk.
He opened this person's profile and was shocked.
Mukhtar: He's Adel's son?!!!!
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And Mukhtar started preparing to contact the creators of the program to know the truth.