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He missed the old NBA: the shrugs, the trash talk, the unpredictable heat-check threes. Now, games felt like autopsies. Every beautiful, chaotic play was reduced to a probability score. And the league’s slogan— "No Luck. Just Ball. Just Analytics." —made him want to vomit.

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Jaylen ran the sequence again. The crack appeared exactly when Echo smiled after the play—a genuine, human, un-analyzable smile. He missed the old NBA: the shrugs, the