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But so would the city. If everyone felt joy for no reason, who would filter the air? Who would maintain the fusion cores? Who would stop the lower levels from flooding?

The Ebravo system screamed. Alerts flashed: Widespread unregulated euphoria. Behavior prediction failure. Reweighting… reweighting… unable to comply. ebravo

It was a genome map. Her genome. Every citizen’s genome. Ebravo wasn’t just watching them—it was an adaptive neural scaffold grown into their brains at birth, woven through the hypothalamus and prefrontal cortex. The points weren’t a game. They were a sedative. Every time you earned a reward, the scaffold released a tailored endorphin. Every time you lost points, it triggered a micro-cortisol spike. Over time, your own body became the warden. But so would the city

Across Veridia, in capsule pods and filtration shafts and executive spires, people paused. A digger in Level 9 put down his drill and laughed. An overseer watched her screen blur with unexpected tears of relief. Ren, sitting in his color-coded cubicle, blinked and looked at his own hands as if seeing them for the first time. Who would stop the lower levels from flooding