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Felix should have been alarmed. Instead, he was fascinated. Hour 72. A neon-lit night course in a fictional city called “Neustadt.” The road rules were normal, but the atmosphere was wrong — too quiet, no other cars, just an endless four-lane avenue with flickering streetlamps. His dashboard clock read 03:33.

The echo was gone. But the lesson remained.

He didn’t know the route. The GPS refused to work. So he drove by memory — not street names, but emotional landmarks. The corner where his father taught him to ride a bike. The bridge where he’d first kissed Lena. The hill where he’d sat alone after dropping out of university.

Desperate, he signed up for something new: — a fully immersive, neural-haptic driving school promising “zero-risk, real-stakes training.” The facility looked like a sleep clinic crossed with an arcade. Reclining chairs, VR visors with tendril-like sensors, and a faint smell of ozone.

He put the car in park. Turned off the engine. And for the first time in the simulation, he got out and hugged his own ghost. The pod hissed open. Felix blinked in the harsh fluorescent light. Dina was there, holding a physical driver’s license.