“Your previous cognitive peak. Your potential future self. And your shadow—the version of you that never tries.”
Then stayed dark.
“Sense is a function of intelligence. Prove yours.”
Leo put down the console. Picked up a pencil. And for the first time in years, he opened a notebook to solve a puzzle the old-fashioned way—with his own brain, not a copy of one.
Not through the speakers. Inside his head.
