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But that want was just another rogue signal. Another neural pathway marked for pruning.

Jonas’s mind was a quiet, tidy room. All the messy furniture—ambition, envy, lust, pride, that secret, shameful hope that he might be special —had been removed. In their place was a single, clean window overlooking a grey, featureless field. He felt… light. Empty in a way that might have terrified him six hours ago. Now it felt like serenity. bootcamp 6.1

Outside, the sun was setting over the newly pacified city. No one honked their horns. No one raised their voice. No one owned anything worth fighting for. But that want was just another rogue signal

Jonas wanted to feel alarmed. He wanted to stand up, rip the electrodes off, and scream that this was wrong. That you don’t fix violence by amputating the instinct for anger. You don’t build peace by deleting the self. All the messy furniture—ambition, envy, lust, pride, that