Wired For Glory
Your hands won’t stop shaking. Not from fear—from pure, unfiltered adrenaline. Twenty-two builders. One prize. A fully functional Raspberry Pi-powered VR headset that could redefine immersive tech. You’ve spent six months soldering dreams into circuit boards, coding through sleepless nights, and now it’s down to final testing. The crowd is watching. The judges are circling. And your prototype just flickered—once—like a dying star. Was that a glitch… or a warning?My vision splits—double images, then static. The headset shouldn’t do that. Not now. Not with the countdown ticking under the main stage lights. I blink hard, tasting copper. Around me, the other twenty-two finalists click, calibrate, and cheer as their rigs boot clean. Mine hums differently—deeper, almost breathing.
"System recalibrating," the voice in my ear says. My code doesn’t have a voice.
Maya’s face pops up in the corner of my AR overlay, her expression tight. "J, your biometrics are spiking. You seeing this?"
I swallow. "Seeing what?"
"The third eye. It’s open."
I don’t need to ask what she means. In the reflection of the glass partition, I see it too—a faint, pulsing glyph on my forehead, glowing through my skin. And in the headset feed, something watches me back.
The host grabs the mic: "Five minutes to demo launch!"
I have to decide: rip it off and risk everything, reboot blindly, or let it sync deeper—and find out what’s really running the show.
Apex Hos
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Vision of Her Past
I bought the Apple Vision Pro for my mom because she started forgetting things—names, birthdays, even how to make her famous apple pie. The doctors said it was early-stage dementia, not urgent, but irreversible. But what they didn’t know was that Mom had once been a concert pianist, a woman who memorized entire symphonies. I hoped the Vision Pro could help her remember. Instead, it started showing her things that never happened… or maybe always did.
Vision Unveiled
The air hums with silent electricity as I stand outside the Apple Store, my heartbeat syncing with the pulsing glow of the logo above. This isn’t just a pickup—I’m here to claim a device that rewires reality itself. My hands tremble, not from cold, but from the memory of what I saw in the demo: a vision of her face, alive again in augmented memory. If I turn back now, I stay trapped in grief. If I go forward… I might lose myself in a world that feels more real than truth.
Echoes Of Tomorrow
I never asked to see the futures that could be. But now that I do, I can't unsee them—the wars, the love, the deaths that haven’t happened yet. Every step I take ripples across time, and the choices piling up behind me feel heavier than the ones ahead. The Council says I’m a weapon. The Resistance says I’m their last hope. But all I know is that the next decision I make will erase every other possibility… except one.
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