I didn’t leave Paradise immediately.That alone told me something had already changed.In my first life, every second without food had been agony layered on panic. Now, standing in a space where abundance existed just out of reach, hunger sharpened into something colder. Not desperation. Calculation.I faced the empty table and lifted my chin.“I want food,” I said.The words echoed faintly, polite, almost reasonable.Nothing happened.No panel. No glow. No waiter movement.I tried again, firmer. “SSilence.

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The city died faster than I remembered.That was the first thing I noticed as I moved through the streets—how little resistance there was. In my first life, panic had stretched things out. People argued. Organized. Pretended order still mattered. This time, the collapse was efficient, like a body shutting down unnecessary systems to preserve the brain.Shutters were half-lowered. Doors hung open. Glass crunched under my shoes.I walked alone.The air smelled wrong already—metallic, sour, layered with smoke and something sweeter beneath it. Rot is beginning its quiet work. Sirens were gone. Power flickered in patches, some buildings lit, others already dark, as if the grid itself were deciding who deserved a future.I didn’