Inside: all his failed assignments. The ones he’d cheated on. The ones he’d submitted late. The ones he’d let ChatGPT write. Each file had a timestamp and a real-world consequence: the internship he lost, the friend he ghosted, the project he abandoned because “industry relevance” didn’t match his creative vision.

He looked back at the screen. The movie had become a static image: three smiling idiots, arms around each other, standing in front of a broken-down moped. But the image was shifting. Their faces were melting into his batchmates—the quiet girl who loved antennas, the fat kid who built radios from scrap, the boy with the stammer who wrote poetry in machine code.

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