He was nineteen. His father, drunk, had smashed a plate against the kitchen wall. Jex had screamed, “I wish you were dead!” The memory was a blur of red and noise. But Eidolon sharpened it. He replayed it. And again. He watched his father’s face crumple—not with rage, but with a terrible, naked sorrow Jex had been too blind to see at the time.
He looked at her—really looked at her for the first time in days. His retinal display flickered. An add-on he hadn't purchased, a hidden one, auto-loaded from the usage data.
For a while, it was heaven. That night, he lay on his bed, eyes closed, while Lena scrolled through her own feed beside him. He didn't use Eidolon for the big things at first. Just the small, lost perfections: the weight of his childhood dog’s head in his palm, the taste of rain on his tongue at summer camp, the frictionless joy of riding a bike downhill, legs extended, no hands.
Curiosity, that old devil, won.
Then he found the argument.
He looked at Lena’s real, imperfect, slightly worried face. He saw a micro-wrinkle between her brows. The scent of her jasmine shampoo.
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The notification slid across Jex’s retinal display like a silver fish in murky water.
His breath caught.
He blinked.
This was the one. The trap door with a welcome mat.
And for the first time, he wondered if HyperDeep was the scaffold—or the hole they kept selling him the ladder to climb out of.
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The next morning, Lena asked if he wanted coffee. He didn’t hear her. He was back on the porch swing, laughing with his mother about a boy who’d cried during a chemistry test.