Despite the huge upgrade I had just received, there was a problem. The first sign that something was fundamentally wrong came when I tried to walk back toward the command center. Every step generated a cascade of deductive analysis that I couldn't shut off. The slight unevenness in the pavement told me exactly which construction company had laid it, when, and what corners they had cut to save money. The wear patterns on nearby vehicles revealed the driving habits, stress levels, and probable socioeconomic status of their owners. A discarded coffee cup provided a complete psychological profile of whoever had dropped it – their caffeine dependency, their disregard for environmental responsibility, their likely morning routine.
This wasn't the controlled, purposeful observation I had experienced as an S-Rank Detective. This was an involuntary flood of information that my enhanced mind was processing whether I wanted it to or not.
