Arjun’s finger hovered over ‘Y’ for Yes.
The track shimmered. The crowd vanished. The rival cars—simple polygons before—now gleamed with 2025-level photorealism. His laptop’s plastic casing grew warm. Then hot. Then searing . Arjun’s finger hovered over ‘Y’ for Yes
And below it, in tiny red letters:
He never clicked ‘Y’.