The history lecture hall was vast. It was named the 'Hall of Time', which sounded very dramatic for a Tuesday afternoon.
Professor Chronos (definitely a stage name) stood at the podium. He was holding an hourglass.
"Time," Professor Chronos said. "It is a river. It flows in one direction. But memory... memory is a boat that can sail upstream."
Alex sat in the back row. He was spinning a pen.
Upstream.
He closed his eyes.
He sailed back.
Life Two.
Leon Fischer.
He remembered waking up in the body of a ten-year-old boy. The shock. The small hands. The strange room.
He remembered the first time he saw the blue screen.
[PLAYER INSIGHT SYSTEM ACTIVATED.]
It was like magic. Numbers floating above people's heads.
Potential: 92.
Current: 34.
He remembered the academy. The cold mornings. The drills. The smell of cut grass and ambition.
He wasn't Danein Blake anymore. He was Leon. He was fast. He was technical. He was a prodigy.
