He willed his invisible hand toward it. The vault trembled. The books rattled. The voice hissed, “You cannot undo a logged entry.”

A voice, calm and cold, echoed. Not robotic. Actuarial.

“Wait—stop!” Tom thought.

“Transaction reversed. Moments returned. Future restored. Please use correct spelling: LOGIN.”

“Welcome, User. You have attempted to log into Lgin . The ledger of Generative Interest Networks. You sought to organize your past. But here, we calculate your future .”