When the green light turned on, the sedan merged into the traffic, and the logo of Yaoguang Building shrank into a quantum dot in the rearview mirror.
Lu Chenzhou finally understood that Guan Yao had not chosen a perfect chess piece, but rather an observer capable of breaking a path through the deterministic traps of The Foundation using imperfect edges.
"Who hasn't been young?" Guan Yao's ring tapped lightly against the car window, nanoparticles tracing the silhouette of Zhang Shuli running onto the glass.
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