Chapter 41
Author: Dep Flair
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The Manhattan skyline stretched before Michael as he stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Buzzer Tech temporary headquarters. Fifty floors up, New York City sprawled in every direction—a concrete and glass jungle that never truly slept. The early morning sun glinted off the Hudson River to the west while the East River shimmered to the east, both waterways embracing the island like protective arms.

"New York," Michael murmured, taking a deep breath. "You've developed a lot in the future."

Even now, the city was almost unrecognizable from his childhood memories—gleaming new towers where decaying buildings once stood, revitalized neighborhoods that had once been avoided after dark, infrastructure innovations that had transformed how the metropolis functioned. Yet in his previous timeline, even greater changes had occurred in the decade after his death—changes he now had the opportunity to shape or redirect.

"Talking to yourself again?" Sophia asked, entering the room with a garm
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