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Instead, it showed a countdown.

He walked to the window. Outside, other XYZ teenagers laughed on a clean green lawn. None of them knew they were walking graveyards. h-gen xyz

"What is this?" Leo whispered.

Stability for forty years. Just long enough to work, consume, raise one child. Then the built-in apoptosis cascade—every neuron carrying the XYZ marker would self-destruct over eighteen months. No dementia. No nursing homes. Just a peaceful, inevitable fade to zero. Instead, it showed a countdown

"Your generation," his mother said, smoothing his hair. "The clean slate." inevitable fade to zero. "Your generation