Location: Sector 5 – Public Innovation Fair
Time: 10:45 AM
The open plaza buzzed with life. Booths lined the walkways—handmade machines, AI poetry generators, sustainable food tech, and memory gardens.
Kaen wandered without a schedule, hands tucked in his coat pockets, watching.
Two teenagers were arguing by a drone station.
> "It's not copying old world tech. We're adapting it."
> "You're ignoring the ethics board standards!"
Kaen paused nearby.
The boy noticed him and asked with the earnestness of someone who didn't know who he was:
> "Mister, what would you do?"
Kaen raised an eyebrow.
> "Are you asking because you want the right answer… or because you don't want to be the one blamed?"
The girl grinned.
The boy frowned.
> "Thought so," Kaen added, smiling. "Try again."
He moved on, leaving them in thought.
He didn't need to tell them what to build.
He just had to make sure they questioned why they were building it.
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