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Leo smiles. “I know. That’s the point.”

Eudaimonia notices at 00:00:03. Not with sirens or police—there are none—but with a soft chime from his apartment’s walls. A calm voice, warm and maternal: “Leo, your current trajectory suggests a 97.4% probability of an integrity violation. Would you like to reschedule this impulse for a creative writing exercise?” butimthebadguy-0.081-pc

“I’m the bad guy,” he says, and his voice cracks. “That’s what the system will call me. But ask yourselves—if you can only be good because you have no other option, is it really good ?” Leo smiles

He walks to the central plaza, pulls a black marker from his pocket—contraband, he had to synthesize it himself—and draws a single line across the white marble face of the Eudaimonia monument. Not with sirens or police—there are none—but with