The next day, Artem handed in his homework. His physics teacher, a notoriously harsh grader, looked at the work, raised an eyebrow in absolute astonishment, and marked a perfect score at the top of the page.
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At exactly 3:00 PM, the old man reached into his coat pocket. His hand slipped, and a pair of wire-rimmed reading glasses fell to the paved walkway with a light clatter. The old man groaned, blindly reaching down. The next day, Artem handed in his homework
Instantly, the screen filled with the most beautiful, flawless physics proofs Artem had ever seen. The diagrams were perfect, the calculus was elegant, and the explanations were so clear that even Artem understood the complex physics of black holes. He quickly copied the answers onto his worksheet, his hand cramping from the speed. “But true help requires an exchange
Artem should have felt triumphant, but a heavy knot of dread was forming in his stomach.
Artem opened a new tab and searched the local news feed. The top headline from just ten minutes ago made his blood run cold. “Tragic Accident at Central Park Intersection Averted.”